Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 324 323 Where does the water come from?

Having clashed many times over the years, Seven-Colored Scales is very familiar with the methods of the Wind and Rain Goddess.

The pointed tip is the divine bone of the Seven-Colored Scales. In the past, it would naturally have retreated from the wind barrier to avoid being constantly "washed" by the rain containing the power of rules.

But this time, the Seven-Colored Scales seemed determined to fight the Wind and Rain Goddess to the death. It showed no intention of backing down and instead struggled even more fiercely, its body swaying and its tentacles dancing wildly. Despite the scouring of the rain, it pushed the wind barrier open even wider.

Standing in the fog, the Goddess of Wind and Rain remained motionless.

The God of Mist has gone into hiding again, but the Goddess of Wind and Rain's immediate concern is not guarding against his sneak attack.

Influenced by the power of direction, all the scenes the empress saw were fragmented and chaotic, and she could not be sure whether she would fall into a trap if she took a step.

But she did not appear flustered. Even as the seven-colored scales beneath her feet shook their heads, she remained standing firm.

Fluctuations in the rules were evident around her.

Rumbling--

The rain intensified.

In the rain, the Goddess of Wind and Rain closed her eyes, then slowly opened her arms, letting the downpour soak her completely.

Rainwater soaked her entire body, trickling down the long feathers of her sleeves and skirt.

The power of the rules that the God of Mist had placed upon her was rapidly fading.

Light gathered again at the tips of the seven-colored scales, rippling outwards. The rushing rain people scattered into tiny raindrops, but then reformed in the next second.

However, Seven-Colored Scales' target wasn't these Rain Men. He roared, "Mist! What are you waiting for?"

The ripples, undiminished in their momentum, continued to sweep towards the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain suddenly opened her eyes and pointed forward.

An invisible wind blade swept out, collided with the ripples, and exploded into a whirlwind that caused the surrounding thick fog to surge continuously.

at this time.

The thick fog behind the Goddess of Wind and Rain silently coalesced into the figure of the God of Mist amidst the churning mist.

He twirled the thin pipe in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into an elegant, gleaming silver rapier.

Swish!
He gripped the hilt of his sword and swung it, unleashing a fierce strike that slashed the Wind and Rain Goddess in two at the waist.

The book is full of details, but in reality, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain turned around just then, giving the God of Mist a cold look before melting from head to toe into a puddle of rain that sprinkled at her feet.

The God of Mist, leaning on his sword, smiled helplessly: "Still too slow. As expected of a complete authority, so powerful."

A little further away, the Goddess of Wind and Rain emerged from the rain again, standing in mid-air, watching the man and the fish.

She turned her gaze to the right hand of the God of Mist—the arm that had just been severed had now been restored.

Just like the Goddess of Wind and Rain, the God of Mist also needs time to break free from the influence of the power of the rules. He hid in the mist just now for this purpose. He thought that with the Seven-Colored Scales restraining him, his recovery speed should be faster than that of the Goddess of Wind and Rain, but he was still a step slower.

The wind barrier stabilized again, and the Seven-Colored Scales could clearly feel that the resistance to its body had become stronger.

He was a primordial god, unlike the hypocritical formalities of the new gods who were transformed from humans, such as the Mist and the Wind and Rain. Seeing that the God of Mist was about to exchange a few words with the Goddess of Wind and Rain, he didn't even give a warning. Countless tentacles spread out and swept towards the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

The God of Mist helplessly adjusted his hat, then merged into the surrounding mist and disappeared. The mist, which had been filling the sky, immediately began to stir. The thick fog no longer concealed its malice, clinging to the sky-covering tentacles, and surged towards the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

With a flick of her sleeve, the Goddess of Wind and Rain ascended into the sky, her slender figure soaring rapidly through the heavy rain. Beneath her feet, thick fog and tentacles seemed to converge into mountain peaks, relentlessly pursuing her.

As they approached the clouds, the tentacles of the seven-colored scales finally reached their limit of expansion.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain immediately summoned a fierce gale to temporarily suppress the thick fog that was about to touch her skirt, and then she threw her soft sword downwards.

It was as if a streak of light had pierced through the sky.

The soft sword sliced ​​through the rain and pierced the wind barrier. The vast divine power that had been gathering momentum was injected into the wind, and the wind that was squeezing the seven-colored scales immediately emitted a sharp whistle. Every gust of wind turned into a blade containing the power of rules, swirling and cutting on the seven-colored scales, leaving scars.

In an instant, the scales burst open, blood splattered, and the seven-colored scales let out painful howls.

This is a characteristic of the wind: stripping away.

Even the hardest metal and stone cannot withstand the ravages of the wind.

The goddess was serious. Seven-Colored Scale knew he was no match for her once he left the sea, yet he was determined to go ashore. Since he refused to retreat, the goddess of wind and rain decided to deal with Seven-Colored Scale first, and then turn back to deal with the god of mist.

The seven-colored scales were really struggling now. The tentacles that had reached into the wind barrier were almost instantly shredded into dust. Now that its body could not squeeze in, it could only struggle to shrink back out.

But the Goddess of Wind and Rain had no intention of letting him leave easily. Just as the mist broke free from the raging wind and was about to engulf her, the Goddess of Wind and Rain transformed into a gust of wind and vanished.

The next second, the Wind and Rain Goddess appeared above the Seven-Colored Scales.

Her figure swept in with the wind, and the rhythmic energy emanating from her body surged dramatically.

The enormous eyes of the seven-colored fish reflected the rapidly approaching figure of the Wind and Rain Goddess. With no way to avoid it, it twisted its head and opened its ferocious maw towards the Wind and Rain Goddess, its rows of sharp teeth biting down on her.

The moment the two made contact, the Seven-Colored Scales let out an angry roar: "Mist—"

Rain arrows and wind blades, along with the Wind and Rain Goddess, poured in.

The seven-colored scales trembled slightly.

Bang——! !

Immediately following a deafening roar, countless sharp teeth and flesh burst from the mouth of the seven-colored scales. His body was thrown out of the wind barrier by the force of the explosion and crashed into the sea, creating a huge wave.

Before the wind barrier, the flowing wind and rain reunited to form the figure of the Goddess of Wind and Rain. She raised her hand to recall her soft sword and was about to turn around to look for the God of Mist when she suddenly heard panicked shouts coming from the port area behind her.

Looking down, the Goddess of Wind and Rain's gaze immediately turned serious.

The surging seawater rushed onto the streets and overwhelmed the houses, submerging the port area in a very short time.

The windbreak is clearly intact, so where did the waves come from?

The Goddess of Wind and Rain quickly scanned the area, and suddenly a three-masted sailboat appeared out of nowhere, crashing into countless houses along the street with the seawater.

Now the Goddess of Wind and Rain could see clearly that the large ship had appeared in the Street of Strangers, or more precisely, in the warehouse area behind the Street of Strangers.

Many merchants involved in maritime trade inevitably accumulate goods, and this area is where they rent warehouses.

But why is seawater gushing out from here?
Moreover, judging from the surging momentum, it's not as simple as just having an outlet—it's as if someone moved the ocean here and dumped it recklessly into the port area.

(End of this chapter)