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"To be more specific, just how big is it?"

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Shen Fei's voice drowned out the noise from the communicator.

Professor Archibald's expression froze.

Kyle, who was driving, had slightly protruding knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

Hannah's voice on the other end of the phone was high-pitched and thin due to lack of oxygen.

"Based on the sonar echo, its size... exceeds three hundred meters. Boss, that's bigger than an aircraft carrier."

"The crew of the Atlante are in chaos, and the captain is requesting an evacuation."

Three hundred meters.

The professor was taken aback by the number.

Shen Fei's fingertips were icy cold.

"What about speed?"

"It's impossible to calculate. It rose from a depth of 10,000 meters to 3,800 meters in less than three minutes. The shockwave that broke the sound barrier almost capsized the Atlante."

"Energy level?"

"It's one-tenth the size of Leviathan. But its signal spectrum is much more aggressive. It...it's a combat unit." Hannah's voice trembled.

A 300-meter-long monster guards the wreckage of the Titanic.

A combat unit.

Shen Fei did not ask any further questions.

The trident's spikes represent three mobile temples, each with a guardian.

He thought he had found a treasure map, but little did he know that something deadly was guarding the other side.

"Boss?" Hannah urged, "What should we do? Mr. Bellini requested instructions, saying their plan is based on static salvage, and now..."

Tell Bellini.

Shen Fei spoke at a very steady pace.

"Abandon salvage operations. The Atlante shall retreat 20 nautical miles to maintain a safe distance."

"The ROV Victor 6000 will be launched as scheduled, but the mission has been changed to observation."

"Record the thing's movements and energy fluctuations, and give me a complete report."

"Just use it as our eyes."

Hannah was silent for a few seconds before replying.

"clear."

"Kyle." Shen Fei put down the phone.

"exist."

"Change course, go to Haneda's private helipad. Now."

Kyle didn't ask why, and smoothly turned the steering wheel, the Rolls-Royce merging into another lane at the next intersection.

The atmosphere inside the car was very oppressive.

Professor Archibald opened his mouth, as if to say something from a mythological story, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

He looked at the young man beside him.

Just minutes ago, they completed a $100 million deal, practically snatching a family heirloom from a Japanese Kendo family.

Now, faced with a deep-sea monster that could scare away top-tier salvage ships, the young man simply changed his plans without making any mistakes.

His plan changed from taking to robbing.

"Young man... Ragnar's diary does mention the guardian of the temple."

The professor finally found his voice and spoke dryly.

"But those descriptions are more like poetry... 'They are the shadows of kings, patrolling the sea of ​​darkness, tearing apart all flesh and blood that dare to peek into their secrets'..."

Shen Fei did not respond to him.

His gaze fell on the long metal box on his knee.

Inside lies that thousand-year-old Viking battle axe.

Ocean current chart.

The second key.

His fingers gently stroked the cold box.

The vibration of the dragon bone was felt again when I touched the axe blade.

It's more like a brand.

Shen Fei closed his eyes and carefully probed a wisp of his spiritual energy into the box.

He no longer dared to use his mental power to conduct remote scans as casually as before.

The warning from Leviathan still lingers in his nose, the smell of blood lingering.

This time, his target was the battle axe in his hand.

The moment mental energy touched the axe blade.

There is no map.

There are no runes.

An image appeared directly in his mind.

It was a pitch-black sea, with blizzards swirling around it.

A Viking longship struggles in the giant waves, its dragon head carving on the prow looking as if it might break at any moment.

A shirtless, muscular man stood at the bow of the ship, chaining himself to the mast.

The weapon he held aloft was this very battle axe.

At the eye of the storm was a huge whirlpool tearing at the surface of the sea.

Below the vortex, a building emitting a faint glow can be vaguely seen; it doesn't look man-made.

It is a temple.

The man roared at the vortex.

He was chasing that whirlpool.

This madman is chasing a moving deep-sea temple.

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Shen Fei suddenly opened his eyes, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"Are you alright?" Professor Archibald asked him with concern.

Shen Fei did not answer; he just stared intently at the metal box.

Ragnar Lodbrok, the legendary Viking king, is challenging secrets.

These three diaries are three challenge letters left by that ancient madman.

He failed.

But his will has been passed down for a thousand years through these objects.

"Oh shit."

Shen Fei cursed under his breath.

He felt that he had made a complete mistake in his previous plans.

He thought he was the only player.

It's only now that we realize there were people even crazier than him a thousand years ago.

The Rolls-Royce smoothly entered the VIP passage of Haneda Airport and eventually stopped at the foot of the gangway of a Gulfstream G650.

Everything is ready.

Shen Fei, carrying the metal box, was the first to get off the car.

Kyle followed closely behind, cautiously observing his surroundings.

Professor Archibald scrambled to catch up, afraid of being left behind.

Just as Shen Fei's foot was about to step onto the gangway...

The encrypted phone in his pocket vibrated again.

It's still Hannah.

Shen Fei answered the call and asked directly, "What new moves has it made?"

"...Boss."

Hannah's voice was no longer panicked, but it was full of confusion.

"It...it stopped directly above the Titanic wreckage."

"It did not attack the Atlante, nor did it act as a deterrent."

"The crew saw that it was just floating there, motionless."

Shen Fei frowned.

This is illogical.

A 300-meter-long combat unit, just to be a sculpture on the seabed?

Five minutes ago.

Hannah lowered her voice even further, as if afraid of being overheard by something.

"The Victor 6000 has approached within one kilometer."

"Then...we received a strange sonar signal."

"What is that?"

Hannah paused for a full five seconds on the other end of the phone.

Shen Fei could hear her rapid heartbeat.

"Boss..."

"That was a period that kept repeating itself..."

Morse code.

Shen Fei's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What is it saying?"

Hannah repeated the message from the depths of the ocean, 3,800 meters deep, slowly and deliberately.

"It's saying..."

"key."

"bring."

"or."

"Leave."