I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Upon seeing these words, Lu Ban looked towards the sea.

He saw a huge dark shadow covering the entire sea area.

Chapter 338 Evil Spirits

An enormous, boundless black shadow appeared underwater at some unknown time. As Lu Ban looked around, the blackness, thicker than the dark clouds in the sky, covered the entire visible surface of the sea.

Within that darkness, something eerie was brewing.

On the other side, boarding action had already begun, and the shouts of battle were deafening even in the wind and rain, while the clash of swords was sickening.

With a single stroke, Changpu severed the head of a soldier, the blade swishing blood as it fell, without the slightest resistance.

She wielded the long sword as if it were an extension of her body, and in a short time, it was as if she had set up a sword array, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

Standing at the entrance to the cabin, Acorus calamus acted like a gatekeeper, blocking all enemies who tried to enter the cabin.

"I am Senri Jubei, the instructor of the Mushin-ryu school of Nagafuji Island, here to subdue the enemy general!"

A soldier wielding a samurai sword approached Ayame.

He was tall, and the knife in his hand was gleaming and incredibly sharp.

"kill!"

The soldier shouted and stepped forward, sword raised.

With a flick of her wrist, almost without any effort, the soldier's movements, accompanied by his shouts, came to an abrupt halt.

He had already rushed past Ayame, his movements frozen, his face still contorted with the same ferocious expression he had shown at the beginning.

Only a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

pat-

The swordsman's head, of unknown style, fell to the ground, rolled several times, and finally stopped when it hit another person's foot.

"She's just a woman, let's... let's attack her together!"

A soldier from somewhere shouted something, and several soldiers rushed forward with their weapons, not even noticing whether the person who shouted had joined the charge.

Moments later, these soldiers also fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Evil, evil spirit!"

Under such circumstances, the morale of these attacking soldiers quickly collapsed. Many of them did not have a strong fighting spirit to begin with, and faced with such a terrifying enemy, it was already a miracle that they did not run away.

Changpu remained silent. She glanced at the small boat next door, where most of the enemies were attacking. The other boat was receiving less attack and was gradually sailing away from here. She felt somewhat relieved, but her attention remained more focused on the current battle.

Only by winning this battle can we think about the future.

Just as Ayame finished off another soldier who had rashly stepped forward, a figure appeared in front of her.

The other person was wrapped in bandages and looked ferocious and terrifying.

Instinct told Ayame that the other party was extremely dangerous and unlike any enemy she had encountered before.

"This isn't it either. Where did the guy who could take down Flash go?"

Thunder looked at the woman in front of him. Although she was very strong, and could survive for at least two or three worlds even in other realms, it was a pity that she was not a chosen one.

His hands turned into mist, and the bandages flew off.

click-

Changpu swung her longsword, instantly cleaving the gray mist and bandages in two. However, such a physical attack could not cause any damage to the lightning.

His body turned into mist, bypassing the long sword that slashed through the air, and he tried to grab Acorus's neck.

However, Lei Ting did not notice that Chang Pu's longsword was gleaming faintly at that moment.

The characters engraved on the blade seemed to have a mind of their own, twisting and writhing. When the blade touched the body that had turned into lightning mist, the characters spread onto the mist.

The once ethereal mist suddenly seemed to have taken on a physical form. Thunder felt a sharp pain as he discovered that his gray mist was being eroded by the words on the blade. His thoughts became sluggish, like rusty gears, and countless incomprehensible murmurs surged in, attempting to dominate his mind.

This knife is poisoned!

The Thunder immediately realized this.

He retracted the mist that had extended from himself, and at the same time, expelled a box from his body.

The box fell to the ground, opened, and made a crisp musical sound.

This is a music box.

The sound was clear and melodious, like a lullaby, standing out exceptionally well amidst the deafening shouts and storm.

Changpu took a half step back, her long sword drawing out countless characters in an attempt to envelop the lightning.

But the music box suddenly became distorted and monotonous, like a radio without electricity.

As the music changed, Changpu felt a chill run down her spine.

Her movements became sluggish, as if she were entangled in a fishing net, and each lift of her hand seemed extremely difficult.

Even more terrifying, Changpu felt her head throbbing, and those past memories that shouldn't have been recalled swirled in her mind along with her delirious ramblings, refusing to leave.

On the deck, near the cabin, all the soldiers, friend or foe, fell into a state of fascination after hearing the music box. Some began to laugh wildly, drool dripping from their mouths; some began to wail and cry their hearts out; and some began to obsessively stab themselves with their weapons, letting the blood flow without moving.

No, I need to wake up.

As this thought arose in Ayame's mind, her fingers brushed against the blade of her knife.

The twisted, writhing words crawled up her arm, and in an instant, an even more tragic whisper echoed in Changpu's ears.

When she came to her senses, she felt a chill in her chest.

A gray, translucent blade pierced through Ayame's chest, and the scalding blood mixed with the rainwater, flowing onto the stained deck.

Ayame got a closer look at the guy wrapped in bandages.

She saw a bright red eye.

Immediately, Changpu pushed it away and threw it into the sea, where it quickly sank.

Thunder entered the cabin, paying no attention to what lay beneath the surface.

As the calamus sank into the icy seawater, the pain from the wound seemed insignificant.

As she watched the light from the water gradually dim, she suddenly felt a warmth.

In her fading consciousness, Changpu saw a huge black shadow slowly rising from the seabed.

The enormous black shadow enveloped everything and contained everything.

As more and more people fell into the water, their shadows enveloped them one by one, their colors growing ever deeper.

When the shadowy figure touched the bottom of the ship, something strange happened.

Lu Ban saw a loud bang come from the half-sunken warship that had been attacked by Lyca.

The next moment, the seawater around the warship began to boil violently, and countless black tentacles rose from the seabed, binding the ship tightly. Then, before anyone could react, the entire ship was dragged into the sea.

The violently surging waves made everyone lose their footing. Lu Ban's small boat was trying to escape in the chaos, but the dark shadow had already covered the entire sea area.

"Something terrible has happened."

As Lu Ban sighed, he gripped the amber beside him tightly.

Immediately afterwards, countless tentacles rose from the sea, pulling all the ships, whether from the Amber family or the Wajima Taisha, into the water without discrimination.

Chapter 339 You didn't see anything just now, right?

I had a dream.

In my dream, there was no filth, no shrine, and no shrine maiden.

I live in a city full of skyscrapers, leading an ordinary life. I need to go to a place called "school" to receive education and live a repetitive yet fun-filled life with my friends.

In that world, one would not need to face monsters, be involved in conflicts, or be polluted by the world.

But then, a voice rang in his ear.

“You are Amber, the strongest priestess in the world. You must become the high priestess for the sake of all living beings. Only you can save them.”

The voice carried a mixture of old age, youth, naivety, sighs, expectations, and helplessness.

The voice came from family, from mentors, and from himself.

From a young age, I've used this reason to tell myself to persevere.

Only I can save the world, so no matter how painful the cultivation is, no matter how severe the backlash from the power of words is, I will not give up.

Because this is something only I can do.

However, perhaps it was under these circumstances, in such a life-threatening situation, that she hesitated.

The thought of retreating and giving up arose.

If I just keep sinking like this... will I eventually reach that world without pain, ordinary and monotonous, yet full of hope and joy?

Exhaling like this, letting the cold, salty, and bloody seawater flow into one's throat and lungs, in the brief moment of completely sinking.

A force gripped her wrist tightly.

Then, that force pulled the amber out of the sea.

"puff--"

The instinct for survival caused Amber to spit out seawater, and her body, which was not very resilient, began to use healing techniques to repair the contaminated traces and the necrosis caused by drowning.

Even death isn't so easy for a shrine maiden.

As Amber was lamenting, she had already been thrown onto a wooden board.

"This is getting a bit troublesome."

Amber heard a familiar voice. She turned her head and saw the man from before. His name was... Lu Ban?

"All the ships were destroyed. I should be grateful that I at least escaped?"

Lu Ban glanced at Amber, who was lying on the broken wooden planks of some unknown ship.

You'd better hold on tight.