70: Chapter 68 Apocalypse Forecast 70: Chapter 68 Apocalypse Forecast Leaving the small building, Ian raised his head and noticed the gloominess of the sky, the black clouds rolling, aware that there might be another thunderstorm at night.
The wind and rain in Harrison Port had been unexpectedly mild lately, even slightly weaker compared to previous years, leaving many fishern puzzled but also feeling it was a gift from the heavens.
After all, with the ongoing war outside, if a storm prevented them from fishing beyond the city walls, there would likely be a real problem with food supplies.
Gazing at the skies that turned to purple-black with the setting sun, Ian muttered to himself, “But now with the natives and the port still at war, even brainless beasts would have run off long ago; where then would I find grounds for hunting?”
The True Form Heritage ‘Wave Singer’ bestowed by the Viscount’s Mansion is a type of True Form that allows control over seawater, enabling one to breathe and move freely underwater.
It evolves from a combination of Mid-tier Bloodline Heritages ‘Sea Demon’ and ‘Fae,’ yet it lacks the Sea Demon’s power to hypnotize with sonic waves and induce fantasy, nor does it have the Fae’s ability to control elents and transform one’s body.
However, in turn, it specializes in the control of liquids, able to create waves without wind, propelling small vessels through the sea.
With the re vibration of sound, it can cause the vast ocean itself to swell with waves—that is the power of ‘Wave Singer.’
According to Teacher Hiliad’s evaluation, this inheritance is ant for use as a hardworking crewman; on the high seas, if one needs to navigate through doldrums, it often requires several Wave Singers working in shifts to sing throughout the entire day—not only straining their voices, but if their singing isn’t pleasing, it can also be a tornt to the other crew mbers.
Even if he could truly change into a Sea Demon or inherit the Fairy Bloodline in the future, it wouldn’t provide much power and would only serve as an assistant.
It’s only slightly stronger than the ‘Wave Breaker’ that can rely swim a bit faster.
But it doesn’t matter.
The potion for the Wave Singer, even if the boy says nothing, Elder Prude will prepare it well.
But a disguise is all it is, his real practice will definitely still be the highest-grade True Form ‘The Unyielding Fortress’ taught by Teacher Hiliad.
The ingredients for this Magic Potion can only be collected by himself.
The predetermined hunting target, ‘Reef-eater Otter,’ had its nesting site confird; if not for this sudden war, he might have finished it off already.
“Just wait a little longer, if nothing unexpected happens, this standoff should end before winter arrives.”
Theoretically, Ian doesn’t have such an urgent need to acquire power.
In Harrison Port, with the protection of Elder Prude and Viscount Grant’s power, and Teacher Hiliad as the final insurance, his personal safety is secure as long as he stays within the city walls.
But he still vividly rembers the blood-red sea of fog that swept over the entire Harrison Port two months ago.
The war between the natives and the port might indeed align with the foreseen signs, but it’s far from enough to fill the entire port with blood.
Ian is unsure of how the future will unfold, whether the relatively stable situation within the city can continue, but a sense of crisis constantly warns him—the worst has yet to co.
The true crisis has yet to begin.
“It’s just the calm before the storm…”
With such worries in mind, Ian walked along the streets, drawing ever closer to his ho by the sea.
And it was at this mont that a commotion suddenly erupted on the street ahead, causing him to look up.
But the first thing he saw was a blazing white lightning bolt that cleaved a gap through the dark clouds, stretching across the entire canopy of the sky.
——Boom…
thunderous booms!!
Following the instant of intense light, ca thunder that drowned out all other noise!
“What’s happened?”
Squinting his eyes, Ian, who was long accustod to the capricious weather of the coastline, wasn’t startled but instead listened intently; he realized the clamor originated from the port.
With sudden thunder booming overhead, the panic-stricken shouts of fishern and dockworkers filled Ian’s ears along with the damp sea breeze.
“Sea beasts!
Loads and loads of sea beasts!”
“There’s a strange occurrence in the distant sea, God knows how many sea beasts are seeking refuge, they’re coming this way!”
“Move quickly, call the Guard Squad, we’ve got to defend the docks!”
Ships of all sizes hurried back to port from every direction, followed closely by vast, moving shadows in the sea.
As the dark clouds tumbled and the downpour began, Ian, after a brief stun, tucked his notebook into his bosom and hurriedly ran to a higher point to gaze upon the docks.
The notebook was nothing more than sothing for the Elder and others to see, its contents all morized in his heart, but now was not the ti to play the part of a studious pupil, wet or not.
Harrison Port was far from flat; to be precise, the entire Southern Sea coast might be better described as a sunken part of the Bison Mountain Range due to geological movents, with loose soil barely covering the uneven peaks of yesteryear.
Ian quickly reached a high platform, then looked afar.
Subsequently, as he held his breath subconsciously, he saw a churning distant sea.
Gazing from the center of Harrison Port, at the horizon, appeared sudden columns of pure white smoke, their bases glowing red, like the ceaselessly churning lava from the sea floor, the intense heat was steaming up the ocean water into the clouds.
These columns were so massive, they resembled volcanic clouds created by eruptions.
But this was no sign of volcanic activity, as there was no scent of sulfur, just pure heat accumulating on the seafloor, boiling the azure ocean.
Above the bubbling seawater, dozens, hundreds of smoke columns joined together, becoming a terrifying cloud wall stretching across tens of kiloters, with fierce hot winds sending vast amounts of water vapor into the sky, the expanding clouds spread in all directions forming concentric waves.
At its very top, there was even a glimr of the last purplish-red sunlight of the setting sun.
Lightning flickered among the cloud columns, causing them to expand and disperse amidst the uncertain light and darkness.
Amidst the continuous thunder, convection winds created more than a dozen tornadoes around it, wreaking frenzied forces.
All of this happened within five seconds, an apocalyptic scene descending like a doomsday event.
“My God…”
Dumbstruck in the storm, Ian was rarely shocked, but this ti he couldn’t help but gasp to slow his suddenly quickened heartbeat, “What kind of natural disaster is this?!”
“A huge storm is coming!”
The cries of passersby in terror answered Ian’s question; the crowd on the streets began to sprint ho as fast as they could.
After that frightful big storm eight years ago, all residents of Harrison Port had reinforced their hos for disaster resistance, and if that wasn’t possible, they had already dug waterproof basents.
Those who lived far from ho were now heading towards the trade hall and city hall in the city center, which could serve as temporary shelters.
Wherever one went, it was safer than staying outside the house.
But that wasn’t all.
The sky above, like a tidal surge, was quickly covered by rainclouds spreading rapidly across the Southern Sea’s firmant.
And at sea, in an attempt to escape the rampaging cloud columns, tornadoes, and steaming water, countless sea beasts and fish were fleeing in every direction for shelter.
Among them, a portion of the sea beasts capable of landing, were rapidly surging toward Harrison Port and the surrounding coastlines!
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