The sun cast a golden glow on the surface of the sea, and the battlefield returned to its usual calm state. After the last Naga dived into the deep sea, the surface of the sea was only shimmering. It was as if everything that happened before was just an illusion. If it was not for the Faraway's damaged side, everyone would have thought that it was just a nightmare.
However, the retreat of the Nagas was not a sign of retreat.
"Look!" A sailor suddenly screamed.
Brando looked up and suddenly saw that under the deep blue sea, a huge shadow had appeared out of nowhere. The shadow lurking under the water was much bigger than the Faraway. Compared to it, the small three-masted ship was like a leaf. The shadow passed under the Faraway at an extremely fast speed. Everyone felt a terrifying tremor coming from the hull of the ship. The rivets on the mast and the ship's planks were struggling, as if they were about to jump out of the wood, making a sound that made one's teeth ache.
Brando's gaze quickly moved from one side of the ship to the other. He pursed his lips and did not say a word. The shadow under the sea was a message that made one uneasy: In the Seven Seas, a creature of this size could only be a terrifying sea monster that existed in legends.
The huge shadow swam into the distance, and then it began to rise faster. The huge shadow arched the surface of the sea, and the water rushed along its huge back to both sides. Then, a sharp horn pierced the surface of the water, forming a white trail.
"Oh my god!"
"What is that?!" The sailors panicked. Any ordinary person who saw a small mountain rising from the sea would be scared to death. Moreover, everyone present knew that it was just the tip of the iceberg. Captain James gripped his sword and thought of a terrifying possibility. His face turned pale.
"That's a Demon Whale! An adult Demon Whale! "Brando answered first.
"Are you sure you're not mistaken, Mr. Brendel?" James gasped.
"I want to be wrong," Brando could not help but answer.
"Oh, Martha." The captain couldn't help but mutter.
It was not because he was too timid, but because the Demon Whale was the most terrifying legend passed down by the people of the sea. Legend had it that it was one of the most terrifying monsters above the seven seas. Even in the great library of White Harbor, a city of a thousand cities, its figure could only be found in the oldest documents. From generation to generation, the older sailors passed down the terrifying rumors of this monster. It was said that only the most unfortunate or lucky people could see its true appearance. However, those who could survive after encountering the Demon Whale could only be said to be favored by the goddess of luck.
In the myths of the Wohnde Cruz people, the Demon Whale was the descendant of the great sea dragon Dagon. They were born to be the kings of the sea. Fishermen said that they could control the storm, but at the same time, they were also the symbol of a bountiful harvest. In the area of the ten cities, the harbor often used the Demon Whale as a common decoration. People hoped to use it to calm the storm and bring fish and a bountiful harvest.
However, encountering such a monster on the sea was the greatest misfortune. Even the most powerful human warships were just toys in front of it. An adult Demon Whale's pure physical strength was even stronger than a real dragon. Ordinary spells and weapons could not hurt it at all. On the contrary, the magical power in its bloodline could overshadow the most powerful wizard. At least Brando knew of a few stories where the Demon Whale completely destroyed a harbor with the power of a storm.
However, seeing the appearance of this monster, Brando felt more confident.
"This Demon Whale is obviously on the same side as the Nagas. Our firepower is too strong. It seems that they don't dare to attack us." He turned back and said, "Mr. Sword Saint, we are counting on you now."
A Sword Saint?! The captain and a few sailors beside Brando clearly heard the conversation between the two. For a moment, they thought that they had misheard. At this time of the year, there were actually five people who could be called Sword Masters in the entire Kingdom of Erouine. They were Buga the Cross, Devard the Eagle, and Sylvia the Silver Knight. These three people were born in the Arreck Province. The people of Arreck were tough. Throughout history, there were many famous Sword Masters and even Sword Saints. For example, the Sword Saint Gory Keyes of the Yabli people thirty years ago was one of them. Among these three Sword Masters from Arreck, Buga the Cross served Duke Anthony. Devard and Sylvia had been following this noble family since the previous Duke of Arreck. Other than these three, the Seifer Royal Family and the Covardo Royal Family each had a Sword Master. As for the Sword Saint, ever since Darius and Gory Keyes, no one in Erouine had obtained the title of Sword Saint.
But now, this young lord was addressing an ordinary-looking middle-aged man beside him as Sword Saint. For a moment, even though the legendary giant beast was right in front of them, the sailors on the ship couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Mephisto. This young and famous Sword Saint was as calm as ever. He turned back and asked, "Me?"
"Although the Nagas have released the Demon Whale, judging from their actions, they don't seem to be willing to pay too much for a single raid. I just need you to make them back off." Brando stared at the sea in the distance, carefully calculating how much confidence he had in his words. In fact, he knew the Nagas very well, but compared to them, he knew more about the Nagas.
Mephisto thought for a moment and felt that Brando's words were somewhat reasonable. At this moment, Captain James also reacted. He quickly nodded and said, "That's right. Although pirates are fugitives, if the loot is not equal to the loss, it is not worth it for them."
After saying that, he could not help but look at Mephisto with some doubts. He silently searched for someone who could match this name, but it was destined to be futile. Whether it was Darius or Gory Keyes, they had become famous much earlier than Mephisto. Compared to them, Mephisto could be said to be a junior.
"When did Erouine have another Sword Saint?" The young captain was extremely puzzled.
At this time, the Sword Saint of Ashes nodded and said, "Let me try." After saying that, he placed one hand on the hilt of his sword. Suddenly, everyone felt a terrible burst of pressure from this thin body. The pressure was so strong that it seemed to have formed a substantial wind pressure. Even the sails of the Faraway fluttered. Everyone present, including the top Gold-ranked existences like Metisha and Scarlet, could not help but feel slightly suffocated. As for the ordinary sailors, their legs almost gave way and they directly knelt on the ground.
"Heavens, it really is a Sword Saint!"
"Martha above, when did Erouine have another Sword Saint!?" Other than Brando's subordinates, the shock in the hearts of the sailors at this moment reached its peak. But what surprised them was not only Mephisto's identity, but also Brando's origin. Who were these rebels who occupied Tónigel?
Among the crowd, only Brando completely ignored the pressure of the Sword Saint of Ashes' aura. His willpower had long surpassed the realm of the Elemental Pinnacle. Not to mention the aura of a Sword Saint, even if it was the innate aura of a dragon rooted in its bloodline, he could completely ignore it. He watched as Mephistopheles released his aura without reservation. Then, a circle of gray light spread out in all directions with the Sword Saint's body as the center. In an instant, it affected the entire sea nearby. For a moment, it was as if the entire ship was dyed with a layer of gray.
Gray Realm.
At this moment, everyone subconsciously shut up. Even the knowledgeable James did not recognize it, but at least he knew that it was the legendary Elemental Power.
Elemental Activation.
Not to mention swordsmanship, just in terms of strength alone, this was already a true Sword Saint.
The people on the ship were not the only ones who quieted down. The Demon Whale that had just emerged from the water suddenly calmed down and quietly stopped in the sea not far away. This was the respect for the strong. Although the Demon Whale was a mythical sea monster, in the face of a true Elemental Activation, it did not dare to recklessly start a fight. This was an ancient creature that lived in the sea. Its intelligence was not inferior to that of sentient humans.
For a moment, a strange scene appeared on the sea. There was a brief moment of silence between the tiny three-masted ship Faraway and the mountain-like Demon Whale. Neither side dared to attack rashly. Only the ordinary sailors on the ship and the young officers of the White Lion Legion could not help but raise their heads and watch this rare spectacle with their mouths agape. Perhaps some of them would not be lucky enough to see this scene again in their lives. This would be the most legendary and glorious moment of their lives.
This was especially true for the sailors who lived on the sea all year round.
After a short while.
Brando finally saw a few figures emerge from the sea. In an instant, a few men and women appeared on the surface of the sea. Of course, these people were all Nagas. They raised their heads and looked at the people on the ship. Their eyes were also filled with confusion. They were clearly robbing an ordinary human merchant ship, but who knew that this merchant ship was not only armed like a warship, but also had a Elemental Activation powerhouse. If it was not for the fact that these humans had not taken the initiative to attack, they would have suspected that this was a trap specifically targeted at them.
And now, it looked more like they had offended a prince of a country who was traveling incognito.
Although it was a little ridiculous, these few leaders of the Nagas did indeed have such thoughts in their minds. Otherwise, it would be too ridiculous. They slowly approached the side of Faraway. After seeing Brando on the ship clearly, they were even more convinced in their hearts. They could not help but raise their heads and ask: "Which family's prince is on the ship?"
"Prince?" Before Brando could speak, Amandina, who was beside him, laughed out loud.
Brando could not help but look at Amandina strangely. This was because Amandina had always been a relatively stable and cold image in his mind. Besides, he did not know what was so funny about this sentence. Could it be that he was so far away from the image of a prince in her mind? It was like among the princes and princesses of the various kingdoms in Wohnde, although there was no lack of handsome men and beautiful women, there were also a lot of ugly people. With his current power, cosplaying as a poor prince of a small country was actually not an unacceptable fact.
When the noble lady was looked at by Brando, she did not know what to think. She immediately blushed, all the way to the base of her neck. She coughed lightly and immediately turned her head to the side.
Brando did not know what she was up to, but he did not think much about it. He turned back to look at the Nagas below the ship. At this moment, even the sailors on the ship could see that these Nagas were here to ask for peace. Brando was not wrong. Even if they were robbers, they would not be willing to suffer so much for a robbery. After all, in this part of the sea, there were some people they could afford to offend, and some people they were destined to not touch.
A force that had the strength of an Elemental Awakener as a guard would at least have this kind of strength.
But what everyone did not know was that at this moment, Brando looked at the few Nagas below, and a thought flashed through his mind:
"It really is you-"
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