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Chapter 338 The Imprisoned God of Death of the Ocean! Remnants of the Dynasty and the Betrayal! (Please Subscribe)

His consciousness fell from a higher-dimensional perspective, and he then withdrew his gaze.

Lin Li opened his eyes; it was already late at night outside the window.

In the distance, city lights, like shattered diamonds, are scattered across the land, signaling the start of a vibrant nightlife.

But Lin Li's heart felt heavy, as if it were filled with lead.

Forbidden areas are not dangerous!

Where is the danger?

He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and the night wind blew in, carrying the chill of winter.

He lit a cigarette, the crimson flame flickering in the darkness, the smoke swirling around his furrowed brow.

"Where exactly is this?!"

He subconsciously glanced at his meager amount of spacetime essence, and his heart skipped a beat.

This stuff is much more precious than gold.

"Laplace's Demon," Lin Li called out in his mind, "I need to discuss something. You see, my source material isn't exactly abundant, so how about you give me a heads-up, and when I get rich, I'll give you a big bonus?"

In the distance, a cat licking its paws suddenly appeared and began to lick its fur with an elegant posture.

Meow, this cat never buys on credit and never negotiates prices.

Lin Li curled his lip, knowing full well that this guy was unreliable.

"Alright, then I'll ask a small question." He had no choice but to compromise. "Is the area extending 500 kilometers towards the ocean, centered on the forbidden land near the Northern Ice River Tribe, part of that realm?"

Meow~

The cat's phantom stretched, and a number appeared.

[10 points of spacetime source matter.]

Lin Li's eyes twitched, and he reluctantly chose to pay.

Source quality - 10.

Meow~ Yes!

As expected. Lin Li's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed further, "Does the other party wield considerable power?"

[10 points of spacetime source matter.]

Another 10 points were deducted.

[Meow, it used to be huge, but now it's badly injured. By the way, you can kill it to exchange for Time-Space Essence!]

"Compressed? Can I still kill it?" Lin Li's spirits lifted; this was great news. He immediately asked the most crucial question: "Um, how will it attack humans?"

The cat's phantom stopped moving, tilted its head to look at him, and announced a number that almost gave Lin Li a heart attack.

[Meow, 1000 points.]

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Lin Li nearly choked to death on a puff of smoke.

A thousand points? Why don't you just rob someone?!

He decisively gave up, "Forget it, let's try another one! Is the other person free to move around now?"

He didn't ask how to kill!

That one is estimated to be more costly.

This question is equally crucial. If the other party is just a sealed prisoner, then there's nothing to worry about for the time being.

The cat's silhouette flicked its tail.

[Meow, 500 points of spacetime source matter.]

Five hundred points!

It's fifty times more expensive than the previous one!

Lin Li stared at the number for a moment, then smiled.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt hard on the windowsill, and a wisp of smoke dissipated.

"Ha, no need to tell me, I understand."

97

He got it.

Laplace's demon never makes a losing deal.

The price of intelligence is often directly linked to its importance and timeliness.

If that entity cannot act, the answer to this question is "no," and the value of this intelligence is almost zero; at most, you might charge them 10 points as a token gesture.

But it reported 500 points!

The price itself is a stark answer—that thing is probably only temporarily functional, but once it starts moving, it will be extremely dangerous!

Since we can't get the other party's exact location, weaknesses, or other important information, we should try to find it ourselves first.

Even if we fail, we'll only lose a projection energy clone.

Even if the other party wanted to attack the pioneering team, but is currently unable to do so, this means that humans must be within their territory.

With a thought, Lin Li immersed himself in his memory database and began searching through the incomplete historical records kept by the dwarves.

The dwarf civilization suffered from severe gaps in its history, with much of it fragmented.

But the more ancient a race is, the more vividly it records certain ancient disasters that were related to its survival.

Countless fragments of memory transformed into a torrent of data deep within consciousness, standing like a needle in a haystack in a vast sea of ​​stars.

He skipped over the heroic epics that sang praises and ignored the records about forging and gossip, mainly searching for entries related to "disaster," "taboo," and "gods."

After careful reading, Lin Li discovered that the myths of dwarves in other worlds, when stripped of their outer layers, often reveal bloody historical facts.

Soon, he retrieved a record that had been engraved with runes on some kind of metal plate by the dwarven ancestors from the dust of his memory.

The words convey a sense of desolation and tragedy.

[After the end of our race's Silver Age, the Bloodshed Era descended, and our race's living space was compressed by the races of other worlds.]

——】

[————To preserve the flame of life, a branch of the great Star Gods, along with a small civilization, embarked on a long voyage to the desolate and extremely dangerous Forsaken Continent, where energy was scarce————]

Lin Li's consciousness remained completely calm.

This old-fashioned history of tribal flight is the main feature of the dwarves, and declining dwarf civilizations like to exaggerate the greatness of their ancestors.

He didn't pay attention to that, but continued reading.

[————Our people have repeatedly slain gods, purged heretics, and vanquished evil, thus establishing ourselves in this place————]

However, even on the continent of Forsaken Gods, there are false gods. These beings usurp the heavens, exploiting countless races, and attempting to overthrow the world. Among them, in the northern ocean region, a self-proclaimed god who controls the ocean and death wreaks havoc—the most cruel and cunning.

Upon seeing this, Lin Li's thoughts paused for a moment.

The Northern Sea, the one who controls the ocean and the power of death?

He immediately focused all his computing power on this record, and the subsequent text became incredibly clear.

Beneath him is a group of believers from the ocean. This race has a wide following, including humans, tide-calling merfolk, and mermaids.

—Among them, the humans born in the ocean archipelago have the greatest conflict with us—their territory is barren, and they often resort to plunder—they are fanatically devoted to the sea god of death, and their core doctrine is "plunder is better than hard work!"

This human race is cruel and bloodthirsty, they do not engage in production, and wherever they go, everything withers and dies.

Lin Li's breathing suddenly stopped.

A branch of human race?

They believed that plunder was better than hard work!

Is the doctrine so full of bloodshed and piracy?

He instantly understood what that incredibly valuable piece of information about spacetime was.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and saw the last part of the record.

[—Our ancestors wielded an ancient divine weapon and severed the body of the deity they worshipped—but its divinity was immortal and indestructible, leaving them no choice but to seal it away—]

For the next thousand years, it never reappeared.

Body?

worship?

This indicates that the lineage of humans who worshipped the god of the sea and death possessed the power to summon or control others.

But after beheading it, it wasn't completely killed.

The seal is like a fortress in a forbidden area; the seal will eventually break.

This perfectly matches the information provided by Laplace's demon.

"That tribe that worshipped the god of the sea and death was brutally murderous! Perhaps the dwarves weren't completely wiped out; they may have mastered the magic of blood sacrifice!"

"Ha—" Lin Li chuckled softly, blowing the smoke from his fingertips into the darkness outside the window. He then looked at the Laplace demon beside him and said, "You asked me for so much spacetime essence! You cunning cat merchant, you almost got away with it."

The cat in the distance rolled its eyes, then continued grooming itself.

Lin Li pursed his lips.

A thought, like a cold lightning bolt from the Arctic, instantly pierced through his brain.

More than two thousand years have passed.

When this "God of Death of the Ocean" awakens from his seal, how will he control things in order to escape his imprisonment?

Furthermore, he would likely amass henchmen and cultivate followers to serve him.

So, who are their henchmen?

"It's a pity there's so little spacetime source matter!"

The spacetime source matter has too many wonderful uses, and Lin Li has completely figured it out.

This thing is not a simple enhancement material at all. Using it on yourself is like using gold as stone, a complete waste.

Its true value lies in its ability to unlock areas that conventional wisdom cannot reach.

Whether it's overcoming bottlenecks in scientific research or exploring the mysteries of the microscopic world, it possesses an almost unsolvable power.

Unfortunately, I know many things, but only money can cure poverty!

If you're dirt poor, don't even think about anything else.

The gap in spacetime resources is greater than the pressure of mortgage payments faced by ordinary people in modern society.

Or perhaps you marry a woman, only to be told later that the child isn't yours, and then she sues for the child of a married woman. After paying a settlement, you're forced to eat a diet for years – equally despairing.

If Lin Li had sufficient spacetime resources, he would have followed his example from last time, exchanging for a bunch of unsystematic knowledge that the dwarves had acquired in another world during the dwarven era. He would then distribute this knowledge to the research team as data and spoils, allowing humanity's technology to take off like a rocket.

Having confirmed the general direction, Lin Li no longer hesitated and directly asked the lazy tabby cat, "Laplace's Demon, one last question. Has the Sea Reaper, who was severely injured and sealed away by the dwarves thousands of years ago, and other ancient beings similar to them, begun to awaken?"

Meow~

A cat's meow rang in his mind, and then Lin Li felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart.

Fifty points of spacetime essence, gone just like that!

Although it's ten times cheaper than the previous 500 points, it's still 50 points!

That's enough for him to upgrade several times!

Before the pain of loss had even subsided, Laplace's demonic reply, tinged with a hint of languor and charity, emerged.

[Meow~ Just as you saw deep within the forbidden zone, since the convergence of the great celestial bodies, many ancient beings on this sacred star have begun to slowly open their eyes.]

"Ha!" Lin Li laughed angrily. "Why are you being so generous this time, even offering an explanation?"

Meow~

The tabby cat's voice carried an air of self-righteous arrogance.

"Because if you die, it will also be bad for me. This demon isn't some stingy, foolish cat."

After saying that, the tabby cat on the windowsill flickered and transformed into a shimmering stream of light, disappearing without a trace as if it had never existed.

Lin Li closed the window, then forcefully pressed the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt into the ashtray, extinguishing the embers completely.

"A magnificent and turbulent period also means boundless opportunities —"

The heavens meet, and all worlds merge.

What would be a catastrophe for ordinary people is a golden age for him.

He possesses a time portal that allows him to escape at any time, enabling him to attack or defend as needed.

This chaotic era was the perfect stage for him to plunder resources for the pioneering team and for the "Industrial Cthulhu" in the rear who was starving for food!

"When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their strength and makes them suffer hunger and thirst."

Lin Li muttered a few words to himself and lay back down on the bed.

His mind was a jumbled mess. He was trying to figure out how to explain this increasingly absurd world to Su Mingjin and Commander Man, while also thinking about the next steps in the exploration plan.

With his current strength, it's far from him to be invincible, but he's more than capable of protecting himself.

It's time to go see the world further south!

As he was thinking about how to find a reason to tell Su Mingjin and the others about this, a thought suddenly struck him.

While he was multitasking, he discovered some strange things.

He switched his perspective, and his consciousness instantly sank into a special viewpoint he had casually set up earlier to monitor the Demon Sea of ​​the Otherworld.

Special anchor points allow Lin Li to gain a god-like perspective. Although there is a basic anchoring limit, long-term anchoring can be achieved by consuming spacetime source matter!

Once Lin Li detects any anomalies, he can quickly complete the viewing angle by using anchor points.

This is the best scout position.

The downside is that it's too energy-intensive. Lin Li simply can't conduct comprehensive reconnaissance!

The perspective quickly shifts to the southernmost part of the Devil's Sea in this other world, a place that human pioneers have not yet explored, but which the dwarves call the edge of the Dwarf Kingdom's sea.

Storms and giant waves are frequent visitors to that place; any ship that sails there without some skill will become a sacrifice to sea monsters and storms.

But on that raging ocean, where there shouldn't have been any trace of civilization, Lin Li discovered something extremely abrupt.

As the camera zooms in, several enormous black silhouettes appear and disappear amidst the surging waves.

They are by no means naturally formed reefs; their lines are full of the coldness and regularity of man-made objects.

"----Boat?"

Lin Li's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lin Li felt extremely strange looking at the several ships that seemed to be drifting with the current.

Unlike a ship designed for long-distance voyages and intended for refuge, this vessel, with its paddle wheels and sails, is an iron and wood structure from over a hundred years ago!

This godforsaken place is usually the domain of warships and ocean-going vessels.

How could a ship that's not well-suited for sailing in bad weather end up here?!

Another world, the Devil's Sea.

Giant waves, as big as mountains, crashed against the ship again and again, emitting a tooth-grinding groan.

A storm of up to level seven is powerful enough to tear apart any intruder who dares to challenge it.

Three old, wooden boats, like three withered leaves about to be swallowed up, rocked violently in the raging waves.

If it weren't for the transparent shield that sometimes shone and sometimes dimmed around the hull, they would have long been smashed into a pile of broken wood by the wind and waves.

Amidst the raging wind and rain, a small boat was seen rapidly sailing towards the main ship in the middle of the storm.

A moment later, a human warrior, holding a rope, jumped up from below the small boat.

The human warrior wore simple leather armor, his gray beard was covered with salty moisture, and he was very strong.

Holding onto the gunwale, I stood steadily on the boat, which was swaying in the wind.

"Sir!" The squire who had been standing there rushed over. "Is it ready?"

Dai Rui sniffed the air, his grip on the magic sword tightening slightly. He asked, "Well, the magic crystals have been delivered to the rear. If we just hold on a little longer, we'll get through the most dangerous time! By the way, where are the Queen, the Prince, and the Princess?"

Despite the heavy snow and wind, he seemed to smell a faint scent of blood.

"Sir, the sudden surge of wind and waves caused the Queen and several others to fall, and some of us were injured! They have gone into the cabin to rest!"

"Is everything alright?"

"It's fine!"

Sir William Darryl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced down at the compass in his hand again; the magnetic needle was spinning wildly, making it impossible to discern any direction.

Looking out the window, all I could see was the gray-black torrential rain and giant waves.

"This damn place—" Old Dai Rui cursed under his breath.

I don't know why, but I ended up taking a boat to deliver the magic crystals, and I felt increasingly uneasy.

It seems like something terrible is about to happen!

Just then, the magic communication stone at his waist began to flash rapidly.

"Sir Darryl! Mage Peck—damn it, Mage Peck has suddenly fainted! Our shield magic supply is about to be cut off!" A subordinate's desperate shout came from the other end of the magic communication stone, mixed with the howling wind.

"What?"

The color had completely faded from old Dai Rui's weathered face.

Mage Peck was the only surviving sorcerer in their escape fleet who was proficient in large-scale protective spells.

He is the most crucial mage in this fleet.

If he falls, let alone withstand the storm, once the hidden formation loses its power supply, the sea monsters in this devilish sea area will definitely devour them and their ship completely.

Old Darryl's breathing suddenly became heavy. He could die, and the others on the ship could die, but the Queen, and the prince and princess must not suffer any mishap!

"Bring out all the spare magic crystals! Quickly!"

"Sir! That's our last reserve! If we use it all, we'll never be able to go back!" The voice on the other end of the communication stone was choked with sobs.

"Go back?" Old Dai Rui gritted his teeth, veins bulging on the back of his withered hands. "Where can we go back to? The usurpers have already taken over our homes, and the gallows are ready for us! Go back to die?"

He roared into the communication stone: "Do you want the prince and princess, the last bloodline of the Dragon Dynasty, to be destroyed in our hands?!"

Before the words were finished, a muffled explosion faintly came from the other end of the communication stone, even drowning out the roar of the storm.

Old Dai Rui suddenly looked up and gazed through the rain-washed porthole at his friend's ship in the distance amidst the wind and waves.

A kilometer away, on the windbreaker that was clearing the way ahead, a ball of orange-red flame shot into the sky, illuminating that area of ​​the sea in a ghastly white light.

The chaotic sounds of fighting and the shrill clashes of spells came intermittently from the communication stone.

"Sir Darryl, damn it, Walker! It's Walker—he betrayed the royal family! He's made his move with his men! Quickly—"

Run—

It was Master Pei Ke's voice, weak and hurried, which finally turned into a short sound of weapons clashing and then stopped abruptly.

The light from the communication stone dimmed completely.

Betrayal?

In this most desperate moment?

Old Dai Rui stood frozen in place!

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the cold, lifeless magic communication stone in his hand. A chill, more piercing than the seawater outside the window, shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.