Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“Bohr…”

Just as the white dragon was about to leave, the eerie voice of Principes behind it sent chills down its spine. A wave of fear rose from the tip of its tail, rushing up its spine and into its brain. The dragon clutched its claws, its head trembling as it slowly turned back.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Instead of a delayed kill, Princess thought of a new topic.

“I have chosen Vina as my successor, the new Daughter of the Sea, the new White Dragon Priestess. From now on, she will form a contract with you. Take good care of her, and yourself.”

She thought that Paul would agree immediately like a good child, but the white dragon at this moment was slightly different from the good student she remembered.

"And what about Principes?"

I was referring to the future.

"What about Principes?!"

When she came to her senses, the Frost Queen was already in the white dragon's arms, close to her reverse scale. Gently stroking that magnificent scale, Priscilla realized that Pol had grown much faster than she had imagined. A sense of satisfaction welled up within her, overwhelming even the deepest emotions within her.

“Bohr, mermaids are a short-lived race…”

"I don't care! Lifespan is completely irrelevant." The pirates had indeed had a profound influence on the white dragon. Principes's tone, as if she were giving her last instructions, stirred up another side of Poldris: the dragon's greed for treasure.

"I will definitely get my hands on something like lifespan. I am the youngest dragon, I can ask Christo, I can ask Alcalon, Immelt or Claudia, I can even ask my father, or even Lyle. I have brothers, elders and friends, they will definitely help me, nothing can separate them from me, I will never allow such a thing to happen."

He was like a child who wanted to hold onto everything, acting unreasonably and throwing a tantrum. His purest, most irrational declaration was filled with the white dragon's longing for the merfolk. Poldris wasn't an enemy of the deep sea; Principes deeply understood that he wasn't the best ally against it, but he was the best child.

It's unclear when exactly, but the initiative in the conversation shifted to Principes, seemingly relinquished by Poldris himself. He stubbornly gripped the water around the dragon priest, freezing it into ice to create a foothold for Principes. The white dragon priest's indifference melted away like ice and snow, as he repeatedly stroked the dragon's head, soothing Poldris's agitated heart.

Priscilla found it somewhat amusing, because his final ramblings were all jokes about life modification, spirit possession mutation, and spirit transmutation. The contrast between the obedient white dragon and the dragon priest found it amusing, and as for those strange ideas, Priscilla, who had experienced the history of mermaids, thought they were quite reasonable.

The white dragon's diving figure was welcomed by the merfolk. Close merfolk nestled on Poldris's scales, tapping them with discontented tones, their anxieties transmitted to the dragon's mind through telepathy, but mostly filled with joy and contentment. Unbeknownst to them, Poldris became a symbol of the merfolk; his relationship with them was one of mutual dependence, and almost all the merfolk enjoyed being his friend.

Aside from Vina, the chosen successor.

Poldris saw her floating atop the temple, her body curled up atop the Tide Pearl, her head bowed, as if asleep in a nightmare. She was a particularly unhappy mermaid, and since her return, the sorrow she exuded had been tinged with a terrifying aura. The emotions emanating from the mermaid Vina instilled fear in the other mermaids. Poldris noticed this, remembering Principal's instructions, but did not approach.

Principes said she was heartbroken, but Poldris had no concept of love yet; he was too young. But one thing Poldris understood was that he wasn't omnipotent and couldn't comfort every mermaid.

Even the powerful Princess couldn't soothe his inner unease, though those negative emotions were also caused by her.

Composing himself and smilingly bidding farewell to the cheerful mermaids, Poldris took one last look at the dim pearl on the temple before turning and swimming toward the dragon's nest.

Bai Long is planning to do something.

Chapter 788 On the Verge of Explosion

It was midday, yet a thick fog rolled in from the coast, its unusual weight creating a oppressive atmosphere, as if a black castle had sprung up out of thin air on the sea. The sound of raindrops could be heard within it, the sound of water colliding, as intense as a downpour, yet also like the clashing of two people arguing. Then the seawater became polluted, plunging into a color darker than the abyss, like human skin touching corrosive liquid, throbbing a few times in the black tide before finally changing color.

A transformation was beginning. The muffled sound was like a thunderclap, and a storm seemed to be compressed within the black mist. In reality, it was a flesh-and-blood giant slowly stepping into the ocean.

The Ominous Deep Sea journeyed into the ocean's depths. Despite the vast distance, it pressed on towards Moshui, the land of mermaids and home to their temple. Black slime continuously seeped from its body, and a gaping hole opened in the center of its festering chest, from which carapaceous creatures, covered in flesh and blood, plunged into the Black Sea. They spewed ink, constantly expanding the Ominous Deep Sea's territory and corroding the ocean.

A icy current spewed from the depths of the ocean, the retaliatory seawater splashing onto the Omen Giant and its derivatives. As it splashed, it solidified into sharp ice spikes, piercing the armor composed of calcareous shells and freezing the gaping wounds. The Omen Giant's march halted by the frost. It looked down at the ice on its body, then turned its attention to those who stood in its way.

Priestess of the White Dragon. The surrounding seawater was frozen, she held an ice spear wrapped in frost and snow in her hand, and behind her were ferocious dragon wings made of ice spikes. The Frost Lady's eyes were full of murderous intent as she stared directly at the Ominous Giant without any concealment.

"Stop, or freeze."

Her gaze lingered on the bloated body of the Deep Sea Omen for less than five seconds before Priscilla closed her eyes. The swirling ice storm intensified, and the chilling aura that swarmed the black tide became even more ferocious.

“Your power is fear. Weaker than the despair of the sleepers, but more potent in its effects on Homo sapiens.” With her eyes closed, Priscilla’s senses became even sharper. The chill plummeted, and the body temperature of the Deep Sea Omen was like a burning furnace here. Moreover, every breath of air and every drop of water she touched trembled with fear. The condensed spear pierced the Omen’s left shoulder, wedged into the joint, and the swirling ice shards began to cut from the wound, like a drill gouging out the entire left arm.

There was no response; the one-armed Deepsea Omen didn't even let out a roar, which greatly frustrated Principes. This injury, instead of severely damaging the Omen, actually revitalized it.

"Forbidden transformation, a tribute to flesh and blood."

Blood and flesh gushed out. The Ominous Giant's body began to proliferate, its slender, twenty-meter-tall form starting to crumble. The already riddled limestone collapsed under the pressure, and a self-destruction scattered fragments of the Ominous Giant everywhere.

Priscilla felt a chill run down her spine. She strained with all her might to control the storm, engulfing everything in the thick fog without missing a single detail. She regained her composure and looked at the unrecognizable remains of the god at the heart of the ice and snow. The humanoid form was gone; a single protrusion stood atop the bloated mass of countless tentacles, and a single eye was open, its pupil twice the size of its own body staring directly at the white dragon priest. The oppressive mental pressure of terror was directly applied to Priscilla's body; the mental impact, ignoring all mediums and senses, caused her knees to shatter the ice.

She laughed, and though visibility was blurred by the swirling snow, only the White Dragon Priest's laughter could be heard clearly.

"You chose to adopt a form close to the Sleeper, and used an unstoppable attack to directly corrode my nerves. Heh, I am a Dragon Priest, and a mermaid who can suppress mental pollution. What the Sleeping God cannot do, you can't do either, you fool."

The power of the evil god possesses unrestrained vitality; it is infinite life force, like water flowing aimlessly in all directions. Water is the source of life, the foundation for the propagation of all things. The slumbering being wields water, life force, and this all-pervasive power evolves the rules of the world. It gives rise to resistance, and the Devourer, Yemotar, creates the power to restrain all of this.

Frost, freezing water and suppressing life, was the biological weapon created by the Dragon Father to subdue the Sleepers. Mermaids, originally guardians of the Sleepers, could resist their unconscious whispers. Combined with the frost magic that countered evil gods, this gave Principes confidence in suppressing the Deep Sea Omen. Of course, this was also because the Deep Sea Omen was merely a divine remnant; frost couldn't freeze the ocean—it was a matter of size.

The ominous sign in the deep sea was forced to sprout more tentacles to resist the gradually compressing ice. Priscilla used frost to create a barrier around herself, a barrier that kept compressing inward. To prevent the ever-emerging and reconstructing evil gods, she completely sealed off the entire dense fog, sparing not even herself.

As consciousness drew closer, Principes began to feel the cold. Looking at the intact interior of the ice sphere, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The temperature had reached a level that would force any life form to hibernate. Her skin had become one with the frost, and she couldn't move a single finger. Maintaining the posture of holding the Deep Sea Omen to her chest, Principes had become an ice sculpture.

Arno sat kneeling in the mud, the spirit-summoning array drawn on the ground emitting a cold red light. He smiled, his consciousness severing from the gradually dying ominous signs of the deep sea.

“Spirit sorcerers control the battlefield with sheer numbers, Dragon Priest. Why do you think I would go all in and concentrate all my resources? The power of the gods, the life force of the gods, is limitless.”

His sinister laughter echoed from the deathly still swamp. In the coves surrounding the swamp, the seawater had long since turned black. One, two, three, four… all equally tall, all with the same limestone shell, all silent giants, all shrouded in thick fog. Arno watched the scene before him with fervor, praying devoutly.

"My lord's remains, surge into the deep sea. And step over that dragon priest's body."

As the thick fog dissipated, Arnoin bowed his head and retreated into the darkness, remembering the lich's teachings to never appear on the front lines. Arnoin was an old lich who had been dead for a long time, a traditional old lich. Now, possessing the ability to control divine remains, he felt his life was much more precious.

"They will never know where the point is; they will only suffer from sleepless nights filled with fear."

The roar of the dragon echoed across the seashore. Poldris roared at the multiple ominous giants, his unparalleled control over frost and ocean currents unleashing even more violent cold winds to fight against the giants. Poldris also pulled Principes from the ice, spewing warm breath to awaken his dragon priestess.

"Your mission is not over yet, my dragon priest!"

Even without the white dragon roaring in her ear, the overlapping fear contamination had already awakened Principes. She looked at the several ominous giants, then at the ice sphere she had created, where chunks of flesh were clearly visible, as the ice was as clear as glass.

The White Dragon Priest took a breath.

"We think the same thing, right?"

"Freeze the entire coastline, Poldris! No matter how many there are, they will not be allowed into the sea!" Principes climbed onto the white dragon's back, the power of frost merging between them, and the dragon-riding queen became a blizzard.

"Requesting backup, Paul. We'll hold out until then."

“You don’t need to worry about that at all. I like to call for help first before I take action.”

Poldris snorted.

"Borrowing from your previous tone, my communications with them felt like giving my last words."

Principes swooped down with a smile.

"You spoiled little dragon cub."

Chapter 789 Internal Strife, Special Skills

Smooth as jade, a cool magic coiled around her fingers, smoothing the fine scales. Feeling the chill within, the mermaid Vina rested on the Tide Pearl, experiencing her nightmares, until a familiar force awakened the growing mermaid princess.

The white dragon Alicia's precious gem, with its frost power that instantly annihilated her race, likened the lives of the mermaids to the ebb and flow of the tides. Vina seemed to see the sorrow and self-mockery on Princip's face when she named her. The mermaid raised her head, her cold gaze fixed on the source that had awakened her.

A ghostly figure floated not far away, its spirit a cursed pale green, its face marked with the pits of herpes, like rotting ship planks. A phantom sailor, perhaps one of those vengeful pirates. Vina tossed her hair, casting aside naive thoughts, the condensed ice crystals making her hair shimmer in the darkness.

The summoned siren guards surrounded the ghost, the tips of their trident harpoons condensing venom that could kill any sea creature. The siren guards, having abandoned their mermaid beauty, glared menacingly at the ghost, their serpentine tails curving behind them, muscles contracting in preparation for a charge, to tear the intruder to shreds like fish food.

The vengeful spirit's face was still covered in seaweed and barnacles, like a newcomer. Yet, this very newcomer had broken through the coral reef inhabited by mermaids and arrived before their most important temple. Surrounded, it remained calm, even curiously observing its right arm. The spirit's arm had been replaced by ice, becoming an immobile ice sculpture.

"Wow, I didn't expect your ice magic could freeze ghosts." The vengeful spirit grinned at Vina, tearing her festering face further apart; his spirit seemed to be facing irreversible collapse.

[The white dragon's magic can freeze divinity. I didn't freeze the spirit itself, but rather the divinity within it.] No further verification was needed; the faint divinity within the vengeful spirit was enough to prove his dangerous nature. Even without triggering her self-set warnings, Vina understood what that sense of intimacy meant—a feeling of belonging, like being embraced by parents.

This vengeful spirit is a fragment of the remains of an evil god.

【Trap him!】

The waters were divided, and the three siren guards began to sing. Their enchanting, seductive music could exert a powerful influence on the mind—not to bewitch or put to sleep, but to ensure efficiency. The three siren played a confusing song, a melody that disrupted sense of direction and restricted movement. The remaining siren joined forces to create a giant bubble, sealing the vengeful spirit within its own isolated seawater. This isolated magical space could block the flow of power, prevent the application of various negative status effects, and weaken soul attacks.

A prison specifically designed to imprison souls is nearing completion. Vina stretches out her palm, and beautiful hexagonal ice flowers condense on the surface of the bubble. The mermaid and the vengeful spirit stand on either side of the blooming ice flowers, observing each other. Vina frowns, while the vengeful spirit curiously scrutinizes her. Their feelings and circumstances are completely reversed, as if Vina is the imprisoned prisoner.

A growing sense of unease intensified, and Vina accelerated her power, preparing to conceal the disintegrating face behind the ice crystals. Neither White Dragon Bol nor Lady Principality had appeared; they were undoubtedly facing a powerful opponent. I had no doubt about the White Dragon and "Mother's" power, but now a fragment of divine remains had crossed the defensive perimeter and appeared within the temple's boundaries. I hoped they would be alright.

A brief moment of thought caused Vina to ignore what was in front of her, but the siren's shrill cry brought her back to the enemy before her. They were intimidating her, the vengeful spirit that had crept close to the bubble wall, close to Vina. Those eyes, that sinister gaze, drew ever closer, and the feeling of intimacy grew stronger. It wasn't the call of the sleeper, but something... more familiar to me.

He looks exactly like someone, maybe... no! If he looks like him, it means!!!

The terrifying thought became a reality. Before the ice crystals completely covered the vengeful spirit's face, Vina saw his remaining half of his lips utter that name, a word uttered with the writhing movement of his broken lips. Even without sound, Vina knew that name.

"Lyle".

He was not a randomly separated piece of luck, but a persistent evil spirit, a blasphemer who coveted the power of the gods. Sheriwu, destined for destruction.

Chaos has broken out in the deep sea.

A thousand songs sang in the ocean, the most melodious voices, seductive mistakes, hidden miracles, the songs of mermaids. The voices mermaids used to express love, voices they could only use once in their lives, sang hollowly in the deep sea, as Vina watched in horror.

Mermaids are the eliminated, destined to fall. Even if they yearn for the land, they can never escape the control of the deep sea. They are servants of the gods, sacrifices for the birth of the gods.

Sheriwu didn't escape the mermaids' sight; he transformed all the mermaids. All their voices and smiles vanished in that instant, and they were completely embraced by the abyss.

[Calm down! All you need to do is control the cage!]

Faced with the surging, frenzied swarm of fish, Vina forced the siren guards to calm down with a shout. They were naturally at a loss; the sisters they had sacrificed their appearance for power, the sisters they had so desperately wanted to protect, were no more. The people they cherished and loved had become dark eyes and vicious fangs and claws.

The Little Mermaid stared into the darkness before her, her wide eyes bloodshot. Vina trembled as she raised the Tide Pearl, straining to see each face clearly in the bursting white light, trying to remember their features.

These are... my people... I must... fulfill... my duty...

The mermaid turned into sea foam...

The destructive white light transformed into a miniature dragon, spreading its wings and charging towards the mermaid horde before it. It roared arrogantly, transforming into death and opening its gaping maw, ready to purify all evil.

"Shut up!"

The dragon's roar continued unabated. Behind the enslaved mermaids, an even more dazzling white light burst forth from the darkness, shooting forth like sunlight tearing through the clouds. The enraged dragon spewed its breath, repelling the power within the Tide Orb, its flapping wings creating vortexes that shook the entire city of Moshui. The enraged Poldris, unlike its usual gentle self, lunged at the white dragon's phantom like a furious shark. One real, one illusory, the power of the two white dragons transcended life and death, clashing in the deep sea.

The intertwined white dragons dragged each other into the trench, the constantly shaking seabed a testament to the dragons' violence.

Vina felt a pang of despair. "Polderis!" she thought. The naive white dragon had stopped the mermaids from their destruction. She looked up at her brethren, who were beginning to mutate, and the utterly dim Tide Orb fell from her hand, crumbling and shattering.

"It's not over yet!"

The white dragon Poldris, who had reduced his predecessors to ashes, returned, stirring up the waters once more. He used some unknown, filthy current to turn the entire waters of Moshuy green.

"I've made up my mind. Starting today, I'll become the King of the Sea!"

"First step, tie them up!"