Ashes Of Deep Sea-Chapter 311 - 315 Greatly Shocked

Chapter 311: Chapter 315 Greatly Shocked

Chapter 311 -315 Greatly Shocked

General Belazov had arrived at the secret chamber.

The moment he stepped into the massive building constructed from sturdy reinforced concrete and huge stone foundations, the burly, gray-haired military man felt an imposing, solemn, and inherently eerie atmosphere. The atmosphere stemmed from the runic reliefs visible everywhere within the building and the tightly shut doors lining the hallways.

The ubiquitous runes were part of the building’s security measures, designed to counter outside transcendent intrusions and prevent unwelcome visitors from accessing the interior. Behind those closed doors were deep corridors that might lead to chambers sealing unusual objects, dangerous sample warehouses, temporarily deranged researchers, or forbidden ancient scrolls that could not be destroyed.

Walking inside the building felt like navigating the fissure between the real world and the insanity of The Abyss, standing on an invisible frontline gazing into another perilous world. Even ordinary people without any transcendent powers or spiritual talents might feel their nerves taut and their hair standing on end.

“…Are the security measures here really sufficient to ensure ‘that thing’ won’t cause any problems?”

General Belazov asked this as he followed a military scholar who led the way, while they passed through a pitch-black alloy door.

“The ‘Secret Chamber’ facility is the most secure building on Dagger Island. Every room here is individually secured with a Transcendent Barrier. Beneath every item with a danger level above three, there is a direct passage to a furnace. Even setting aside the various Transcendent Barriers, the building’s structural strength alone could withstand a full assault from a saint-level enemy,” boasted the guiding scholar. “Unless an ancient deity spreads its power here, this place is absolutely safe.”

Pausing, the scholar continued, “Besides, when we speak of ‘that thing,’ though it exudes strangeness in every way, it is actually more…’stable’ and, dare I say, tame than we initially thought.”

“Stable? Tame?” General Belazov frowned, speaking reflexively.

“Yes, while it might be somewhat improper to say it,” the guiding scholar nodded, “that object has been hanging in the middle of the Secret Chamber for many days. Typically, such a strange item would show at least some signs of ‘life,’ affecting the surrounding environment in various ways. But it has shown none of these behaviors. It hasn’t released any material, hasn’t dispersed any power, and hasn’t exhibited any traits beyond the confines of physical reality—although samples scraped from it display some odd physical traits, they are confined to just that, unlike most dangerous items of similar level. It’s as tame as a rock.”

“…That is indeed an interesting situation. I will report this to the City-State Governor,” General Belazov casually remarked.

A researcher wearing a blue coat quickly walked past from the opposite direction, nodding respectfully to the General as he passed by and never stopping his hurried pace.

The sound of a soft-bodied creature moving its limbs emanated from inside the blue coat.

“Everyone is quite busy around here,” General Belazov commented offhand.

“Yes, it’s always like this in the Secret Chamber—we’re not just analyzing that diving bell but also monitoring other things within the facility,” the scholar shrugged. “Please don’t mind everyone’s rudeness.”

“It’s fine, I don’t really care about these formalities,” the General said, frowning slightly. “Is it my imagination, or has there always been a strange smell in here since we entered? It smells like some kind of… aquatic creature.”

“This is Dagger Island Bay—the building’s ventilation system is directly connected to the outside, so such smells are normal. Plus the disinfectant and the weird smells drifting up from the sedimentation tanks, it’s normal to smell anything,” the scholar said, sighing. “We’ve always wanted to request funding to repair the ventilation ducts here, but the higher-ups always respond with ‘if it works, it’s fine.'”

The General said nothing and just looked towards the end of the corridor.

Professor Melson was already standing at the door.

…

Tyrion checked his coat and hair one last time before stepping away from the dressing mirror to approach the nearby storage rack, contemplating the few items displayed there.

He hesitated for a long time about what to bring.

Should he bring his sword? His gun? His amulet?

Weapons didn’t seem very useful; he could not rely on a sword or gun to protect himself aboard the Homeloss, especially since he was invited to “visit” the Homeloss. Carrying weapons might seem insincere and could even anger his father.

The amulet wasn’t practically effective, yet carrying it might offer some psychological comfort. However, Tyrion didn’t know what his father’s current attitude towards “the gods” was. Would he detest it or disdain it?

For the first time, the biggest pirate leader of the Chill Sea agonized over the simple act of “going out” for so long.

He was headed to the Homeloss—he was returning to the Homeloss.

That was where he had spent his childhood, where most of his warm memories lay, and also where the memories he was reluctant to recall and face resided. After a century apart, he suddenly found himself unable to imagine what he would look like stepping onto that ship again.

Just then, Aiden’s voice suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Tyrion’s thoughts. “Captain, are you ready?”

Tirian furrowed his brow and called out to the outside, “It will be ready soon, don’t rush me.”

“My point is, you better hurry up,” Aiden’s voice arose again, this time with evident tension, “for the sake of Her Majesty… the Messenger has arrived!”

The Messenger had arrived.

Tirian paused for a moment, then realized the oddity in Aiden’s tone, and hurried to the door, throwing it open.

Aiden’s voice was still ringing out, “Captain, if you don’t open the door, I’m going to… oh, thank God, you’ve finally opened the door!”

Tirian stared wide-eyed at the scene before him.

His loyal first mate stood there, tensed up, with a terrifying skeletal bird engulfed in green flames perched right above Aiden’s bald head. The bird’s body sparked flames and sprinklings of spiritual fire continuously fell from it, occasionally landing on Aiden.

In the chest of the skeletal bird, a copper Compass – an item belonging to his father – was eerily floating mid-air.

Anomaly 022, Spirit Realm Compass.

“Captain, can you stop staring and get this bird off my head first…” Aiden’s voice trembled, “the fire keeps falling on me…”

The skull bird cocked its head, seemingly observing Tirian carefully, then suddenly let out a strange female voice, “Go to Chenghua Avenue, cross the Two Immortals Bridge… get on! There’s a seat, a big seat! Everyone move back a bit… peanuts drinks mineral water!”

Tirian was startled by this string of words, his first thought being —

Why is my father’s messenger doing this?

Then he began to wonder what the strange words that the bird blurted out actually meant; after pondering it for long, he couldn’t make sense of it.

However, he noticed that Aiden was about to faint.

“Let’s set off,” Tirian shook his head, pushing the messy thoughts aside, no longer pondering how to face his father after reaching the Homeloss, embracing an attitude of improvising. He looked towards the bizarre skull bird, “How do we…”

Before he could finish, the giant bird suddenly soared into the air, stepping on Aiden’s head, then dove down, filling Tirian’s view with eerie green fire. Tirian only heard a weird scream by his ear, “Your daddy’s coming!”

The next second, he felt disoriented, as if all his senses were being scrambled and rearranged. Then, suddenly, he felt he was thrown into the sky,high and far, traveling through darkness and cold. Time seemed to elongate, maybe just for a moment, and then the bizarre dizziness and sense of separation disappeared without a trace.

The sensation of solid ground returned, darkness and weightlessness cleared, sunlight pierced through the mist, shining on him anew, and with the return of his familiar senses, the scene before Tirian gradually became clear.

It appeared there was a very tall figure standing before him.

But it wasn’t his father — compared to his father, this figure was too slender; it more closely resembled a woman.

Somewhat familiar.

Tirian blinked hard, finally bringing his vision into focus to see the face before him.

Long white hair cascaded over her shoulders, her left eye marked with a scar, a tall and majestic beautiful woman.

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Fenna looked at the pirate captain with a strange expression, then awkwardly turned to glance at a few figures nearby who were waiting to see the commotion.

Finally, she sighed and said to Tirian, “Captain Tirian, I know you have many questions…”

Before Fenna could finish, Tirian hastily took a step back, gazing in awe at the Judge before him.

“He brought down Prand?”

The greatest pirate of the Chill Sea was profoundly shocked.