From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 371 Caribbean Secrets

While the South American nations, along with Karl and other divine messengers, were declaring war on drug cartels, a research group, or rather, a supernatural discovery group, was excavating in the southern region of America, a land where countless people had died, about indigenous schools.

This was also a direct order from the Golden Retriever, because the impact of that indigenous school incident was just too, too bad! So bad that they didn't even have time to react before a divine war broke out.

Since divine battles occur in places like this, if there are still places like this here, will the gods of the indigenous people come again?

This is something a Golden Retriever absolutely cannot tolerate. It's like having a bomb buried in the house, and you never know when it will explode—it's terrifying.

However, the excavation did not uncover anything related to the indigenous people. It is unknown whether the destruction was too thorough or for some other reason. They did not find a similar area in this region. Instead, they discovered some unusual items during a seaside salvage operation.

"What's going on?" The person who came here to investigate was Professor Margaret, a special expert at the White House and a history professor at Princeton, a true titan.

After her complete defeat in that debate with Professor Thomas, the professor turned to the study of folk history and culture, which is why she received an invitation from the White House to see the special circumstances there.

"Professor, we found this shipwreck on the Texas coast, in the bay south of Houston!" a staff member quickly explained. "At first, we all thought it was just a simple discovery, but one day, we heard cries coming from the ship!"

"A crying sound?" Margaret was taken aback, then instantly realized what she meant, and interest appeared on her face. "A supernatural phenomenon?"

"Yes, Professor, it is a supernatural phenomenon. We asked the bishop of San Diego to help us confirm it. After the exorcism, he took three monsters that looked like mermaids from the ship and told us that the danger was over. That's why we dared to let you come and take a look!"

The staff were very straightforward, telling them directly that this ship contained extraordinary relics.

No wonder there were so many secret agents around, and even National Guard troops stationed there. Margaret nodded slowly, then stepped onto the old, dilapidated wooden boat that had been towed ashore, her heart filled with excitement.

Of course, she didn't walk directly up there, but rather onto the iron platforms used for support, to prevent the already fragile ship from breaking apart further.

Most of the wooden boat has been eroded by seawater and time, making it impossible to discern its exact shape. The cabins and decks have decayed beyond recognition. The only thing worth seeing is probably the captain's cabin in front of us.

There were people in the captain's cabin, a group of familiar-looking individuals. Margaret stepped forward. "Senet? Harris? Doug? You're all here!"

“Yes, Director!” one of them, who was from the same school as Margaret, quickly said, “You’ve finally arrived! We’ve been waiting for you for so long…”

Upon hearing this, Margaret knew they must have something specific to ask, and said directly, "Tell me, what's on this ship that you need me to check?"

"The entire ship is wrecked, and it may require carbon-14 dating or more sophisticated instruments. So the only thing we can see is this document in front of us, a lead box from the captain's cabin!"

Upon hearing this, Margaret stepped forward and saw a lead box laid out on a cloth, which had been opened, revealing its contents.

"Tanning shark skin is a very classic practice. The ink on it has been tested and found to be a mixture of giant squid and human blood. If I'm not mistaken, this should be a pirate ship..."

"We cannot decipher the writing on this skin, so we need your help..."

Upon hearing this, Margaret no longer hesitated. As an expert in this field, she stepped forward and slowly left her fingerprint on the already replicated text.

It was a document written in a special script, and that's precisely what surprised Margaret.

"This text uses runes, the script of the Congolese tribes in Africa, Celtic ritual script, and Mayan prayers?" Margaret was astonished!

No wonder these people couldn't recognize it; there were so many mixed symbols. She even saw Greek and Roman script, as well as some Latin and Hebrew...

In other words, Margaret was truly learned and talented. In addition to being a history professor, she was also an expert in linguistics and paleography, which is why she could barely understand what was written here.

“I’ll speak, and you can record it!” Margaret’s words silenced all the elderly people around her. They solemnly took out their pens, paper, or tablets and stared at her. “This is the ‘Siren,’ and we are keeping today’s daily records.”

"The waves are getting bigger and bigger, but there are also more and more ships around... The British, the Dutch, the Spanish, all of Europe are heading towards this sea, but they don't know that this sea has never welcomed them!"

"We are the true masters of this sea, because we have **."

Margaret's words were tinged with seriousness, "This text has been scraped off; it seems this pirate really did discover something..."

She continued reading:

"On the rune compass that Blackbeard gave me, there was a horse bone, said to be from Odin's horse. Of course, I don't really believe it, but this bone pointed to the 'Windless Graveyard,' where I saw a sight I'll probably never see again in my life..."

The words "Windless Graveyard" made everyone raise their heads, staring intently at Margaret, hoping to hear more details from her.

Then they saw a terrifying expression appear on the old professor's face. "The following text is written in different languages, but the meanings are somewhat different..."

She said nervously, slowly beginning, "I feel I might need the President's permission, as well as the help of the Vatican..."

Her words made everyone present tense, but the department head next to her said, "Professor Margaret, don't worry, His Majesty the President is monitoring the progress of this whole thing, you can rest assured..."

Upon hearing this, Margaret slowly began to speak:
"The Spanish priest's decaying corpse, nailed to a coral cross, held a remnant of a shroud in his hand. If we could obtain it, perhaps we could gain some power over heaven or hell..."

"The crystal monkey head from the Mayan civilization, hanging at the top of the cross—I've found out that it belonged to the Mayan high priest and contains the divine code of Kukulkan..."

"The fact that the horse bone was able to find this place suggests that an artifact belonging to a very famous god is buried here. It's not Thor, and it shouldn't be Loki, so it can only be Baldr. A fragment of the World Tree? Or perhaps, an incarnation of this god?"

"On a beach on the seabed, the name ΠΟΣΕΙΔΩΝ is engraved. It's not just a simple name, it's... it's..."

Upon hearing Margaret's words, everyone stood up. Listening to the obscure content, they felt a tremor run through them. "What is it?"

“It’s Poseidon!” As Margaret read, black blood began to flow from her eyes, which greatly alarmed them. “Professor, stop! Don’t rush to read!”

Margaret shook her head. "It's not stopping yet, it's not over!"

She continued reading, and the captain's words captivated everyone, as if they were dissecting some secret...

"This isn't a graveyard of ships at all; it's clearly a graveyard of gods... Now I know why there are so many relics of deities here—this is **."

Everyone could see the blank space in that paragraph, followed by long stretches of blank space, until the very last paragraph, which sent chills down their spines.

"The Windless Graveyard, or you could say the Coral Graveyard, is a beautiful coral land, but even the priests and warriors of the gods could only die there..."

“We may need something special to break the curse here, but I’m still looking for what it is. I hope you can help me—Captain Chilubas of the Siren, Edward Teach!”

Margaret's eyes widened in horror. "Edward Teach, that's Blackbeard, isn't he?"

“Yes, Professor!” someone answered, but everyone was still caught up in the terrible reality.

"Is there countless extraordinary beings in the graveyard of extraordinary beings?" someone said, and everyone's eyes lit up!
(End of this chapter)