What unfolds before our eyes is a blurry gathering of complex geometric structures and fantastical scenes. Some terrifying living creatures and wonderful creations came one after another, wandering and floating in the colorful space. This scene would never appear in any sane dream.
For some reason, Griffith always associated this event with the world's ancient past.
He seemed to have passed through a long and bizarre tunnel, and had unknowingly crossed an unimaginable journey. His position is constantly changing, and even he himself has an ever-changing form.
Suddenly, the extravaganza of countless scenes seemed to have reached a state of near stability. Griffith opened his eyes and found that he seemed to be floating in the water, swaying gently with the waves. In front of us is 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 ripples. If you explore carefully, you can also feel an unavoidable suffocating pressure.
This is where?
Under the gray sky, there is an island on the distant sea that has never been seen before, and the majestic and magnificent mountain tops reach into the sky. There is also a colorful light curtain like an aurora on the towering top of the mountain. Such a huge and astonishing size and strange scene can undoubtedly be regarded as an eternal natural wonder. It makes people subconsciously marvel, admire, and feel ashamed of their own insignificance and ignorance.
Scale-like boulders stick out of the cliff like giant bayonet, densely surrounding the island like hedgehogs. The island is surrounded by steep cliffs and intricate shoals, with lush jungles filling the gaps. Among the cliffs and rocks, you can vaguely see a waterfall flowing down the cliff, sandwiched by 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." Miss 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 for at least ten miles at the first time. 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 for repair. It will take two days to restore initial navigation capabilities. The fleet west of the Throat of the Abyss will also send warships to pick us up.
"My lieutenants 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 certain Beyonders and professional investigators. If the regular army is rashly thrown into a strange, complex, and dangerous environment, not only will it be unable to exert its true combat effectiveness, but it will even be repeatedly consumed and bloodied by many incomprehensible things.
If he accidentally touches the secrets of high positions, the unexpected chaos and distortion may make the count's hard work disappear in an instant. Griffith could not let Storm Squadron take risks, either emotionally or rationally.
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 could not let the ghost ship and Neferty completely disappear under any circumstances.
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, let's change your position later. I'm tired of supporting you from behind."
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 fish tail with colorful scales.
This is the mythical creature form of Alaindel.
Official Beyonders of Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 have mature extraordinary characteristics. Once out of control, they may become monsters, and their end will be the same as destruction. If you advance to the level of a transcendent, the mystery in the human body will become even more powerful. Out-of-control supernatural beings almost always show biological forms that only appear in stories, which are 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; 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 beautiful 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 long swaying 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 water between his eyebrows, and there was only one crazy thought left in his mind.
"What are you thinking about..." The girl who was taking a rest 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 turned into a bit of fear and shyness. Alandel stepped back hesitantly, with her hands behind her back, covering her long tail that was swinging back and forth.
"You~ don't have that 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 seawater 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 tactile feel in the hand, and it almost escapes. Griffith hurriedly opened his arms and hugged the colorful fish tails rolling in the waves.
"Let go, um, ugh..."
Alandel felt like she was wrapped in a 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 her face turned pale, and struggled hard on the shallows. Normally, she would have been very skilled at countering knights who were not proficient in fighting, but now she could only reach the head of the knight who was holding the long tail tightly when she stretched out her hand.
Griffith didn't expect the girl to resist so fiercely, and subconsciously let go. The long tail flapping up and down hit him in the face with a "snap" sound.
This blow made Griffith's eyes flash with stars, and unknown fire rushed up. He was fierce, holding the flapping fish tail in his arms, holding down the captain's shoulders and pressing 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 techniques, and he lost his balance in an instant. The moment he was about to fall, he raised his hand and gave it a weak shake. Alandel let out a soft cry, and the invisible power and irresistible pressure almost transformed into shape, 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, and were replaced by an indescribable, very pleasant and somewhat coquettish whisper.
Griffith stopped momentarily. He rode the captain of the Birren Hill and saw her lying humiliated under his body, her wet black hair covering her cheeks, making it impossible to see her expression at this time, only the waves of trembling. Came along the wonderful back.
…
This island is an extremely rare primitive dense forest. The air is hot and humid, but it also has a refreshing atmosphere. Griffith landed on the coast and was surprised to find that the healing of his injuries and the recovery of his mental power were at least three times faster than normal.
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 have a bonus against mythical creatures as expected, and Griffith quickly catches up with the ghost ship. In order to avoid detection, he went ashore a little further away and allowed the exhausted captain to take a rest.
Alandel just lay there, no longer in the form of a mermaid, only the slightest gasping sound slowly rose and fell. Griffith hurried over, helped her up, and leaned against a gentle rock.
The girl murmured something in a low voice that 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 forests 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 among the ferns and dense pines, cypresses, ginkgos and tree ferns form a lush forest. Herbs Ferns and other grasses cover the lowlands. I can even see vast evergreen fields inland with cycads and ferns.”
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 her arms and drew a big circle around herself, "Legendary creatures, 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.”
