What appeared before our eyes was a blurry grand gathering of complex geometric structures and fantastic scenes. Some terrifying living creatures and wonderful creations came in droves, wandered, and floated in the dazzling space. This scene was unparalleled.
Wouldn't appear in any sane dream.
For some reason, Griffith always connected this event with the world's ancient past.
He seemed to have passed through a long and bizarre tunnel, and unknowingly crossed an unimaginable journey. His position was constantly changing, and even he himself had an ever-changing form.
Suddenly, the grand event composed of countless scenes seemed to reach an almost stable state. Griffith opened his eyes and found that he seemed to be floating in the water, swaying gently with the waves. In front of him was the boundless sea and sky.
"you're awake?"
Alandel's voice came from behind.
Only then did Griffith realize that there was a pair of white and delicate hands holding his shoulders from behind. In the deep and silent sea water, the elegant rhythm rippled. If you search carefully, you can also feel a kind of...
Inescapable suffocation and oppression.
This is where?
Under the gray sky, there is an island that has never been seen before on the distant sea. The majestic and magnificent mountain tops reach into the sky. There is also a dazzling light curtain like an aurora on the towering top of the mountain. Such a huge and amazing size and strangeness
The scene is undoubtedly an eternal natural wonder, which makes people subconsciously marvel, admire, and feel ashamed of their own insignificance and ignorance.
Scale-like boulders stick out from the cliff like huge bayonets, densely surrounding the island like hedgehogs. The island is surrounded by steep cliffs and intricate reefs, with lush forests that cannot be covered in the gaps.
Among the cliffs and rocks, you can vaguely see a waterfall flowing down the cliff, sandwiched between the gentle slopes and beaches.
The ghost ship that abducted Neferti is unknown, and even the Brunhil is nowhere to be found.
"The ghost ship took us through a space tunnel." Seeing that Griffith did not speak, Alandel took the initiative to speak. "This is a very strange phenomenon. I have never experienced it before. From the astrological point of view,
, this is the easternmost part of the Sea of Tranquility, the exit of the huge trench 'The Throat of the Abyss' leading to the Sea of Chaos. I have been here once, and it is a triangular sea area composed of countless islands and reefs."
Griffith touched his body and found that the double swords and Judgment were there, but he was not wearing armor, nor was he wearing blood spines or armor: "It's just the two of us? I didn't bring many of my weapons."
"Yes~ Time was very tight at that time. I didn't know how far the ghost ship would go," the captain pointed to the mist-shrouded sea area in the distance: "After the ghost ship arrived, it headed for that strange island. I
I will take you to pursue its whereabouts at the first time, and have traced it for at least ten miles. The Birren Hill has lost the ability to sail and fight. My adjutants will lead the sailors to anchor at a suitable location and send out small boats to search.
We need some materials to repair it. It will take two days to restore the initial navigation capability. The fleet west of the Throat of the Abyss will also send warships to meet us.
"My adjutants will arrange this and reorganize the sailors and your cavalry. In the meantime, it will be up to the two of us to take a look, okay?"
Griffiths hesitated for a moment and said: "The lifeboats of the Birren Hill should still be usable and can carry some troops."
"I think it's better for the two of us. This is the Sea of Chaos, a chaotic and twisted world as its name suggests. Only the most daring adventurers and investigation teams will come here. We don't know the destination of the ghost ship yet.
What kind of secrets are being kept, rashly leading a troop composed of mortals and low-level extraordinary people to approach may lead to greater losses. Human beings have only so much reason. Even if the sailors see my current form, they may be frightened and fall into the trap.
crazy."
That's right... Griffith immediately gave up the idea of leading the squadron to investigate.
Although the Storm Squadron is a powerful force under his command, it is also Count Larmore's private army. It is a force that has spent a lot of money, materials and energy to form. There are many talents gathered from all directions in the team.
After a series of battles, the squadron's combat effectiveness has been greatly improved, but humans have their limits after all.
Exploring mysterious events and relics is the job of specific extraordinary people and professional investigators. Rushing to throw regular troops into strange, complex, and dangerous environments will not only fail to exert real combat effectiveness, but will even be repeatedly consumed by many incomprehensible things.
bloodletting.
If he accidentally touches the secrets of high places, the unexpected chaos and distortion may make the count's hard work disappear in an instant. Griffith cannot let the Storm Squadron take risks regardless of emotion or reason.
Of course, having said that, the situation in front of us has developed to an extremely critical point. If we miss this opportunity, we don’t know when the next opportunity to find out the intention of the Void Realm Life Weaving Thread will be. Griffith no matter what
We cannot let the ghost ship and Neferty completely disappear.
At this time, Griffith felt his body lifted upwards and came to a small raised rock. The bright and charming Alandel, with her long hair loose, was undulating slightly in the sea water beside her.
"Let me take a breath, huh~" Miss Captain stretched out her arms, "Since you're awake, I'll change my position later and support you from behind. You're so tired."
Griffith looked into the colorful sea water. Alandel, who had not taken off her uniform, was soaked all over. The clothes clung to her body tightly, and the suffocating and graceful curves in the waves continued to extend, showing a long
A fish tail with colorful scales.
This is the mythical creature form of Alaindel.
Official Extraordinaries of Sequence 8 and 7 have mature Extraordinary characteristics. Once they lose control, they may become monsters, and their fate will be the same as destruction. If they advance to Extraordinary, the mysteries in the human body will be even more powerful. Extraordinaries who have lost control will almost always exhibit
A biological form that only appears in the story, powerful and unpredictable.
Generally speaking, the emergence of mythical creature forms means the annihilation of human nature and the birth of new will. Even extraordinary beings find it difficult to return to human beings from mythical creature forms.
Alandel is obviously different from common sense. She can freely switch between human form and mythical creature form; or, in other words, there is another possibility - she can change her body into human form at any time.
"What you said makes sense," Griffith nodded. "How far are we from the ghost ship? I can't see it or feel it. Will I lose it?"
"Not yet," Alandel's graceful voice was different from usual, as sweet as a song, "I am in the form of a mythical creature. Although it is not as fast as the wind like some mythical species, the sea can also give me
It provides blessings for your actions and perceptions, and you won’t be lost in a short time.”
"short time?"
"Well, I'm not a mount, so don't ask for too much."
Mount...
I like your way of thinking…
Griffith stared at the swaying long tail. He couldn't help but think of the dizzying impulse when he first saw Alandel. His mind became inexplicably stagnant, and his throat was so thirsty that it felt like it was about to spit out fire.
He shifted his gaze, scanning the long black hair as smooth as a waterfall and the wave of autumn between his eyebrows, and there was only one crazy thought left in his mind.
"What are you thinking about..." The girl who was resting suddenly felt a bad atmosphere. She felt offended and looked up at Griffith angrily.
Those eyes as sharp and decisive as blades were obviously thinking about something bad, with a bit of pride and fascination...
The inviolable nobility and elegance of being a captain suddenly became a little frightened and shy. Alaindel stepped back hesitantly, with her hands behind her back, covering her long tail that was swinging back and forth.
"You~ don't have that kind of thought, I will tell...ah! What are you doing?! Don't! Come on, ah, let go-!"
There was a slapping and splashing sound in the water beside the reef. Griffith jumped into the sea and reached out to catch the captain's lady who turned around and wanted to escape.
The long fish tail is very powerful, and the beautiful scales are wet and slippery. It has an indescribable touch in the hand, and it almost escapes. Griffith hurriedly opened his arms and tightly grasped the colorful fish tail rolling in the waves.
Hold tight.
"Let go, um, ugh..."
Alandel felt like she was wrapped in hot breath, and a strange softness spread throughout her body like electricity. Her mind went blank, and she almost fainted. She screamed in a low voice with pale face, and struggled hard on the shallows. Normally, her skills would be very good.
He was clever enough to counter a knight who was not proficient in fighting, but now he could only reach the head of the knight who was holding the long tail tightly when he stretched out his hand.
Griffith didn't expect the girl to resist so fiercely, so he subconsciously let go. The long tail flapping up and down hit him in the face with a "snap".
This blow made Griffith see stars in his eyes, and unknown fire rushed up. With a fierce blow, he lifted the fish tail that was flapping up and down in his arms, held down the captain's shoulders and pressed her into the water.
Alandel was suddenly able to reach Griffith. She subconsciously controlled the knight's arm with both hands and twisted it, then flipped him over to throw him out.
Griffith has never been good at dealing with such joint skills, and he lost his balance in an instant. At the moment he was about to fall, he raised his hand and gave it a weak squeeze. Alandel let out a soft cry, invisible power and irresistible oppression.
The feeling was so strong that she almost transformed, strangling her mind, and her beautiful eyes suddenly fell into emptiness and confusion.
Griffith freed his arms, grabbed Alandel's slender waist, turned her face down, dodged and rode up, grabbed her long hair and pulled her back.
"ah--!"
The messy calls for help and the sound of splashing water suddenly stopped, replaced by an indescribable, very pleasant and somewhat coquettish whisper.
Griffith stopped instantly. He was riding the captain of the Brunhil, and saw her lying humiliated under him, with her wet black hair covering her cheeks, making her invisible.
On his expression, only waves of shivers ran down his beautiful back.
…
This island is an extremely rare primitive dense forest. The air is hot and humid, but it also has a refreshing atmosphere. Griffiths landed on the coast and was surprised to find that his injuries and mental recovery were faster than normal.
At least three times.
The scenery in the dense forest is also amazing, with all kinds of strange ferns and thick-leafed plants, and also with rare bright markings.
"The environment here is really strange," Griffith looked back at Alandel lying on the beach, "Are you okay?"
The war knight's riding skills were as expected, and Griffith quickly caught up with the ghost ship. In order to avoid detection, he landed a little further away, and also let the exhausted captain miss
take a break.
Alandel just lay there, no longer in the form of a mermaid, and only the gentle gasps slowly rose and fell. Griffith quickly went over, helped her up, and leaned against a gentle rock.
The girl murmured a few words in a low voice, which could not be heard clearly. She rested for a while, then brushed away her messy hair, looked at the knight with tired and resentful eyes, and then looked at the vegetation on the shore.
"The climate of this island is very similar to the virgin forest of the southern continent, and the plants are also... you are almost exhausting me to death..."
She took a few breaths and regained some of her normal expression:
"You see, the cycads, conifers and ginkgos among the gymnosperms are extremely prosperous, and the horsetails, true ferns and dense pine, cypress, ginkgo and tree ferns among the ferns form a lush forest, herbaceous
Ferns and other grasses are found all over the lowlands. I can even see vast evergreen fields inland with cycads and ferns growing there."
I can't understand it at all... Griffith gave the captain a serious look: "Please speak human language."
"What I want to say is that this island should exist in the upper reaches of the long river of time. The era we live in is in the lower reaches. The landforms and vegetation here are rarely seen in the outside world."
"Is there any danger?" Griffith asked, "What are the animals or indigenous people here?"
"Rich oxygen content and food can support the existence of giant beasts," Alandel stood up, stretched out her arms and drew a big circle around herself, "legendary creatures and even mythical creatures that perished in the last mass extinction of species.
There may be some still living on the island, so be careful later.”