I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 629 The Stranded Crew and the Song

Rodben hadn't paid much attention at first, but then he took a closer look.

They were shocked to find the crew members and sailors covering their heads and hands with their clothes, waving and calling out to them.

Even so, Rhodes was still able to see through the shadows of the clothes to the other person's translucent, loose skin that secreted a sticky mucus.

Protoss?
No, the Protoss's body is a translucent light blue, and their internal skeleton is complete.

But what Rod saw was a constantly wriggling, fibrous substance that had replaced the bones.

"What the hell?"

The group stopped in mid-air and examined the crew members on the deck of the wrecked ship.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there were only three crew members remaining. This was a merchant ship with a large draft, and there were clearly no signs of magical manipulation.

It's impossible for three people to steer this ship.

"Help! Sir! Please, please save us!"

A man with his head covered in red clothes shouted; his clothes were tattered and ill-fitting.

The same applies to the other two.

But they just kept waving and didn't say anything.

The way they went was too strange.

The sea elf Laura pointed the recording stone at Rhodes: "Faced with a strange wrecked ship, what will Mr. Rhodes do? Will he swiftly kick it while it's down, or will he conduct a careful investigation?"

What do you mean by kicking someone when they're down?

Rhodes had already become somewhat familiar with this guy, so she didn't hold back, and naturally Rhodes did too.

She was hit on the head, and the pain made her whimper.

Then look at the crew on the ship.

"what happened?"

"Sir, two weeks ago we encountered a sudden gale, and because we couldn't furl the sails in time, our mast broke and we fell into the sea."

Are you the only ones?

“A disease broke out on the ship, and everyone else died. We were also infected and became hideous. We wore headscarves so as not to frighten the adults.”

"pick up."

The three surviving crew members looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Slowly remove the clothes from the package.

—Three translucent, gelatinous heads were exposed to the sunlight.

The face clearly lost its muscle tension, becoming unnaturally elongated and drooping down to the collarbone.

The bones turned into black, mobile fibrous material, and the brain's position became more pronounced. The black fibrous material undulated on the skull, spreading out into dozens of 'small horns'.

The most outrageous thing is their mouths—torn vertically to the base of their ears, revealing three rows of spirally arranged sharp teeth.

The man who spoke changed little.

Perhaps it's because he can still speak.

"What's this!"

The sea sprite Laura gasped softly.

Sharon, a member of the dog-human race, frowned deeply. A master of biological magic, she immediately made a basic assessment:

"They have been contaminated with a kind of genetic bloodline, and they can no longer be called human."

Dimia felt a pang of pity: "Is there any hope?"

"Such bloodline pollution doesn't mean that a normal person will degenerate or evolve into some new kind of creature. Rather, it continuously destroys the original biological structure and bloodline factors, thus saving them."

Sharon shook her head. "It's about as difficult as creating a new human being, no, it's even more difficult."

And listen to what they say.

This blood-borne disease also appears to be contagious.
Although it seems unlikely from the perspective of common sense in magic, the appearance of ascending to godhood and the magic net canopy now represents all sorts of possibilities.

Sharon narrowed her eyes and glanced at Rhodes and the sea elf named Laura.

She no longer intended to let these people go ashore.

Let's isolate them and do some research first.

"No!"

The surviving crew member who could talk screamed in agony.

Slippery fluid seeped from his body, making a mess of himself on the deck. "The mage's magic is so powerful, there must be a way to save us! I can't die, my child has just been born!"

The other two were also dejected, sitting wearily on the ground, at a loss for what to do.

After wandering for two weeks, thinking they had found help, they were immediately given an incurable death sentence.

Everyone was a little silent.

Rhodes spoke again: "This bloodline contamination... how did you contract this disease?"

"We didn't know, we didn't know. It suddenly appeared on the sailors, and one by one, they all turned into that grotesque shape, and then melted into clumps of gel. By the time we realized it was contagious, it was too late. We didn't even know how it spread."

The man slumped against the deck, his long face revealing no expression.

The other person was on the verge of a breakdown.

Rhodes also realized that it might not be appropriate to say anything too negative in front of the victims.

He rubbed his head in frustration, realizing he lacked experience in rescue operations.

I thought about it.

He instantly cast a spell called "Dasong's Cool Breeze" from the magic network spell slot.

This is a low-level spell that can help people stay conscious.

And he offered some encouragement for a short while.

It once again employed the power of "real deception" from the realm of infatuation.

The sea sprite Laura's recording stone moved swiftly, and she saw Rhodes comforting the survivors, her eyes brightening as she uttered many positive words.

The man quickly mustered his strength, and after a moment's recollection, spoke:

"I remember now, this disease didn't come out of nowhere. The day before the first person fell ill, we encountered a strange siren."

"strangeness?"

"She is very big."

"Although I've never seen it before, I know this one."

Rhodes nodded.

The siren has the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a fish, roughly equivalent to a mermaid.

But they eat human flesh; their voluptuous female bodies and beautiful singing voices are a tempting trap.

Terry couldn't help but pinch his sleeve, her face slightly flushed: "That's not the place he was talking about."

"Oh"

The man nodded, a look of fear on his face. "We've encountered sirens before; they're about the same size as humans, but this one is different. The brothers working on the ropes on the mast found her. They said they saw a dark shadow bigger than a ship on the seabed."

Rhodes glanced at the merchant ship; it was quite large, about forty or fifty meters long.

He remembered that the largest blue whale he had ever seen on Earth in his previous life was only about 30 meters long.
But this is a spiritual world, so it's hard to say.

“At first we thought it was a whale, but then we found that it seemed to retain some human features. Occasionally, a faintly discernible female face would appear on its head.”

He seemed to recall that face, and his expression turned pained.

The right eye, which had become transparent, burst open with a sizzle, spurting out sticky fluid, without the person even realizing it.

"and then?"

Laura, the sea elf, felt a spasm in her stomach, but she suppressed her nausea and asked.

"Then...then she started singing, like a normal siren. But we always carry earplugs in our pockets, so as long as we plug them up, there shouldn't be any problem, right? Logically speaking, plugging them up should solve the problem!"
But! But! The singing came from beneath the water! It made our whole boat shake! We all heard it!!!

The man clutched his head menacingly, tearing off a large piece of skin from the transparent, gelatinous material.

Behind the skin is a patch of wriggling 'fur,' densely packed and moving like worms.

The siren's song has a hypnotic effect, capable of causing people to throw themselves into the sea.

But they didn't.

Does it lack the ability to hypnotize?
Rod felt a chill run down his spine and tried to calm himself down again.

He suddenly froze, turning his head to look at the distant sea: "That's it. That's it, that's the kind of singing I'm talking about."

Rhodes frowned.

Following the direction of the gaze.

His eyesight was exceptional; in an instant, he pinpointed the 'ripples' on the opposite side in the distance.

—A large patch of water droplets bobbing due to high-frequency vibration.

(End of this chapter)