I became a god through archaeology in the Wizarding World.

As we left the palace, the downpour seemed to take a strange turn.

The torrential rain that had been so violent, as if it would engulf the entire world, had now become fine and silent.

The raindrops fell vertically, there wasn't a breath of wind, and the air was so stuffy, like a sponge soaked with water, that it was hard to breathe.

Rhodes sat in a carriage drawn by two black horses, which the royal family had specially prepared for the newly crowned earl.

The ten Obsidian Guardians did not follow the carriage. Instead, they were ordered by Rhodes to disperse and infiltrate the shadows of the city, heading to the industrial area in the west of the city to regroup, which was now his private territory.

The carriage traveled along the stone-paved road leading to the port, its wheels making a splashing sound as they rolled over the puddles.

"Sir," the coachman turned around with some confusion, "doesn't it sound a bit too quiet?"

Rod opened his eyes, which had been closed for rest, and looked out the car window.

It was indeed too quiet.

Half an hour ago, the port of Plymouth was engulfed in flames, with explosions, roars, and alarm bells blaring all around.

The sea monster horde attacked wave after wave, seemingly without end.

But now, all those voices have disappeared.

There were no fishmen's strange cries, no muffled thuds of giant crab claws hitting the city walls, and even the sound of waves crashing against the breakwater became barely audible.

"To the port," Rhodes said in a deep voice. "Full speed."

The carriage sped through the empty streets and soon arrived at the port defenses.

The scene here was even more bizarre than Rod had anticipated.

Thousands of garrison soldiers were lying on the fortifications, peering out at the sea.

What should have been a brutal battlefield has now fallen into a chilling stillness.

Those deep-sea creatures that had been frantically climbing the city walls and waving their tentacles seemed to have heard some silent command, and all retreated back into the sea.

The sea was littered with corpses and wreckage, but not a single living sea creature could be seen.

"They retreated?" A young officer wiped the rain from his face, his voice filled with disbelief and surprise. "We held them off?"

Cheers began to rise sporadically along the defensive line, then quickly spread.

The soldiers threw down their weapons, and some even collapsed into the mud and laughed.

Rhodes stepped down from the carriage, his brow furrowed.

Not right.

Sea creatures have no reason; stimulated by the smell of blood, they will only become more frenzied and will never retreat in the orderly manner of a regular army.

unless……

Rod walked to the very front of the breakwater, took off his gloves, and placed his right hand on the cold, damp stone wall.

Deep within his consciousness, the genetic chain belonging to the [Ancient Sea Monster] suddenly trembled violently.

An indescribable frequency traveled along the seawater, passed through the thick stone walls, and struck Rhodes' soul.

That wasn't a sound; it was a vibration.

A spiritual fluctuation filled with majesty, antiquity, and absolute dominance.

Rhodes' pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints.

He felt a pang of fear, the instinctive tremor of a lower-level creature facing a higher-level predator.

The sea creatures weren't retreating; they were kneeling in worship.

They are making way for something greater.

"Shut up!" Rod suddenly shouted.

His voice carried a hint of intimidation, instantly drowning out the cheers of the surrounding soldiers.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the newly arrived dignitary.

"Sir, the sea monsters have retreated..." The officer approached cautiously.

"Idiot, look at the sea!" Rhodes pointed to the dark ocean in the distance. "If they really receded, why have the waves stopped?"

The officer paused for a moment, then turned to look at the sea.

Yes, the waves have stopped.

The once turbulent sea surface was now as smooth as a mirror.

It was as if an invisible hand had pressed down on the entire ocean, preventing even the slightest ripple from spreading.

This deathly silence was even more terrifying than the fighting that had just taken place.

Rhodes closed his eyes and activated the Ancient Siren's perception to its maximum.

In his mental vision, a huge, dazzling deep blue ball of light, as bright as the sun, appeared in the depths of the once chaotic ocean.

The ball of light is rising.

As it approached, the seawater within several kilometers trembled, affecting all marine life.

From tiny plankton to enormous sea monsters, they all trembled and lay motionless on the seabed.

That's... the Fourth Ring Road.

Rod gasped.

In a place where the third ring is already the kingdom's top combat power, what does a fourth ring creature mean?

That's a natural disaster.

That is the [Deep Sea Lord].

"Sound the alarm!" Rhodes snapped his eyes open, turned, and roared at the stunned officer, "Highest alert! Everyone evacuate the breakwater! Now!"

The officer was terrified by Rhodes's ferocious expression and frantically blew his whistle.

The piercing alarm once again shattered the night sky.

But it was too late.

"Waaah—"

A deep, long cry, as if from the ancient wilderness, pierced through the thousands of meters of seawater and exploded directly in everyone's minds.

The glass lanterns on the breakwater shattered instantly.

Countless soldiers clutched their ears in agony, blood seeping from between their fingers.

Even Rhodes felt dizzy and had to hold onto the wall to keep his balance.

Immediately afterwards, the sea broke apart.

About three kilometers from the port, the once calm seawater suddenly began to churn as if boiling.

All the light seemed to be swallowed up from that direction.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, a black island slowly rose from the sea.

The seawater cascaded down from both sides of the island like a waterfall, creating a deafening roar.

The island was so enormous that it was wider than the entrance to Plymouth Harbour and so high that it obscured the distant horizon.

That's not an island.

That's the back.

It was the back of some giant creature, covered with barnacles, ancient shipwreck remains, and unknown glowing moss.

As it floated to the surface, a strong, pungent smell of sulfur and decay wafted over.

On that undulating spine, which resembles a mountain range, you can even see some small sea monsters that live on it running around in a panic.

This is a living, mobile fortress.

This is a giant whale that is over a kilometer long...

It merely surfaced, and the seawater it pushed aside created a giant wave tens of meters high, roaring towards the harbor of Plymouth.

At the crest of that giant wave, at the highest point of that island, stood a figure, as small as a speck of dust, yet radiating a suffocating sense of oppression that made Rhodes feel.

The call from the deep sea has finally been answered.