As for what exactly the "big squid" was, the sea monsters themselves didn't know.
As for the forced landing in ancient times, many of the sea monsters' memories were a little fuzzy. Although they were immortal elemental creatures, they couldn't remember things that were too ancient. However, there was one thing that the sea monsters were sure of, and that was, ever since they were forced to land in this world with land, the "big squid" at the bottom of the sea had already been there.
It was the remains of a creature far older than ancient times. Its remaining tentacles meandered on the seabed like mountains. One could imagine the size of its body. At first, the sirens were shocked by the size of the corpse and were afraid of this world for a long time. They were worried that this strange world was full of such terrifying creatures. But soon, they found that their worries seemed to be unnecessary.
The deep sea was full of native creatures weaker than them. The big squid seemed to be the only exception, and this powerful exception was dead.
The "big squid" was killed by some external force. This could be seen from its broken body and the metal fragments left on the seabed. However, the person who killed the "big squid" was a mystery. For a long time, the sirens had never found any clues about this powerful race. Although they had gone to various continents to investigate, there were only some barbaric and backward indigenous civilizations on those continents. Those civilizations did not even have the ability to sail the ocean, so naturally, it was impossible for them to be the one who killed the "big squid".
And after realizing that there was a "demonic tide" in this world that destroyed the ecosystem periodically, the sirens completely gave up looking for that civilization. Instead, they peacefully lived their lives in the sea.
Digging the big squid was one of their most important jobs, and this job was part of restarting the core engine. Although the day of success was still far away, the sirens were a kind of creatures that were slow to the passage of time. Like many elemental creatures, they also had plenty of patience and a poor concept of time. This characteristic allowed them to successfully complete the transformation of the deep sea civilization a long time ago. And now, they were immersed in their work and enjoying themselves.
The excavation team came to the designated work site. A huge piece of flesh and blood that had fallen off the tentacles lay quietly in the deep pit on the seabed. After a few months of "life cycle", the flesh and blood had regenerated to its original size, which meant that it could be excavated again.
The sirens dispersed around the mass of flesh and blood and shot a dozen force field masking generators deep into the seabed. The light blue energy barrier then sealed the entire area to prevent the power of the 'big squid' from polluting the water. Then, they divided into groups of three and carried all kinds of equipment to cut the mass of flesh and blood that was extremely tough.
The leader of the excavation team was patrolling the periphery to check if the force field shielding generator was working properly. This was a very important job because these devices were barely functioning at the moment. All kinds of bizarre malfunctions were a daily occurrence for them, and it was easy to cause problems if one did not keep a close eye on them.
But this was much better than many years ago. At least now more and more devices were working again. Although the restarting of the core engine was still far away …
The siren team leader went to the back of the flesh and blood, which was the next target of the excavation. She went to the rough skin that looked like a stack of bark and fungi and checked the regeneration of this part of the tissue.
But at this moment, the flesh and blood suddenly wriggled as if it was alive!
Dark red blood gushed out of the wound, and the flesh and skin grew. They quickly condensed into a small tentacle with strange patterns and bright edges, and wriggled wildly in front of the siren.
The patterns on the surface of the tentacle shone, and as it twisted and wriggled, it continued to assume all kinds of bizarre forms. Any ordinary mind would fall into madness in front of these patterns, and even the most tenacious mortal warrior would not be safe after facing them.
The siren team leader looked at the tentacle in a daze. She boldly hypothesized, calmly analyzed, and decided to greet the other party.
So her body disintegrated and reassembled in an instant, and her form changed in the blink of an eye into a tentacle identical to the other party, wriggling and curling rapidly on the seabed.
An indescribable tentacle and a tentacle mimicked by a siren danced in ecstasy on the seabed for as long as ten minutes. The two parties did not reach any consensus, and the three sirens who had completed their digging mission had already swum over.
One of the sirens carrying a vibrating cutter poked the mimicked tentacle on the seabed with the tip of its tail. "Captain, you just said not to play too much with the big squid …"
The mimicked tentacle suddenly turned back into a siren, and looked a little embarrassed. "I thought it was greeting me …"
Another siren waved its tail curiously. "The big squid often has wriggling tentacles on its body … What does it mean?"
"Who knows? The deep-sea scholars have always thought that it is some kind of communication signal, but they have not been able to decipher it for so many years. I suspect that they are just wriggling like seaweed."
"No, it must be communication, but we can't understand it," the siren carrying the cutter said with a serious face. "Otherwise, why are the people on the land so excited when they see these tentacles? And it's shouting at these tentacles … This means that it's communicating with them! "
The siren team leader thought for a moment and waved her tail. "Who cares? Cut it off and take it away — it jumped out of its own accord."
The siren carrying the cutter started the equipment in her hand, but before she started, she asked expectantly, "Then … can I eat a little?"
"Emmmmm … The reactor fuel should be enough … Well, you can eat a little. But only a little! "
"Yeah!"
The rest of the sirens cheered and rushed to their 'lunch'.
At the same time, in Cecil's Liege's Residence, Gwen and Pitman's discussion about the sirens had finally ended.
Pitman stroked his beard. "Generally speaking, the sirens are such a legendary creature. There are only a few sightings, and every record can't stand up to scrutiny. Their history is older than humans, and they live in the eastern part of the endless ocean. They may occasionally go ashore, but most of the time, they do not leave the deep sea, and do not communicate with humans and other land races. The sirens in the ocean are dangerous and will closely protect their territory. Any voyage that passes by their territory will be attacked by them. But now that all ocean routes have been canceled, there is no need to worry about this. "
Gwen frowned, looked at the biography of Knight in his hand, and sighed slightly. "A legendary species … If only I could find a siren to communicate with. Okay. Let's not talk about this first. Have you checked the biological tissues I brought back from Kant's necktie? What's the progress? "
When Gwen left Kant's necktie, he took a lot of samples, including the flesh of the strange creatures in the underground hall that were connected to human brains, and the soft, dark substance on the rectangular table around the stone pillars, which looked like a 'carpet'. Of course, he also copied the runes carved by the Cult of Eternal Sleep on the stone pillars. Although all the runes were destroyed by Knight Philip, there were many stone pillars, and after copying the runes and piecing them together, he could still get a complete picture.
However, the magic circle was too dangerous and its mechanism was unknown, so Gwen did not start to study it for the time being. But the dead flesh did not rot after returning to Cecil's necktie, so he handed it over to Pitman to study.
"I have conducted a series of tests on the biological tissues," Pitman nodded. "It has been confirmed that there are traces of magical modification in them, and Druil's spell was involved. Obviously, the Doomsday Cult has a hand in it. Just as you are worried, the Doomsday Cult and the Eternal Sleep have cooperated in the field of technology. If they have the same cooperation with the Children of Storm, then the threat level of these cultists … is probably beyond imagination."
"I have written a letter to Francis II. Hopefully, my personal warning will make the king more cautious." Gwen rubbed his forehead. "What I am most worried about now is that the Eternal Sleep has taken control of a large number of nobles. Their power is even more strange and terrifying than the Doomsday Cult. Once they complete their infiltration, it will be difficult for outsiders to detect their presence. If I had not swallowed the consciousness of one of the Eternal Sleep cultists, I am afraid that even I would not have noticed anything unusual about Kant's necktie."
"That is something for the king to worry about." Pitman nodded. "Also, when I was testing the flesh, I found a clue. Although they have traces of magical modification, this modification was done after birth, which means that they have a natural prototype."
"Natural prototype?" Gwen instantly understood what Pitman meant. "You mean, those strange biological tissues are modified from a species that already exists in nature? Is there such a strange species in the world? "
"Yes, there is. The Spirit-eater Octopus on the western coast of the Dwarven Kingdom, the Spirit-eater Monster near the Peak of the Ancestors, and a few other monsters related to the power of shadow and the power of the dead. They all have similar developed nerve organs that can link and control the victim's brain tissue. And in the tissue samples you brought back, I also found a primitive structure similar to those monsters. They are obviously part of the 'raw material'. However, these monsters aren't powerful enough to link so many humans together to create a 'Real Dreamscape'. Furthermore, their species are vastly different, and normal life nurturing spells wouldn't be able to fuse them together. That is why I suspect that the cultists of the Endgame must have made some breakthrough in the field of life fusion, to the extent that they could forcefully 'link' so many monsters together and create a functional product that could be mass-produced. "
"… The feeling of the cultists holding the core technology while the civilized society is stagnant is really unpleasant." Gwen sighed. "Don't you have any good news for me?"
Pitman looked a little troubled. "There is, but you may not be too happy."
"What is it?"
"The meat tastes good after braising …"
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