The Fishman, knocked to the ground by the hamr, fell into a montary blank. He looked at Wu Chang with his sunken eyes and cursed:
"Damn it, I, Da Gang, curse you and that bitch! You repeatedly desecrate the sea, my lord will surely make you regret it."
Wu Chang paused, the hamr in his hand about to strike again, and curiously asked, "Which bitch?"
The Fishman, who called himself Da Gang, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with sharp teeth and mumbled:
"Of course, it’s your Ogre people’s master."
Wu Chang raised an eyebrow, "You an the Great Saint Mother?"
Da Gang snorted coldly, his body swelling again, growing up to five ters tall. He used his throat and chest cavity to resonate, emitting a low, ancient call.
As Da Gang’s call spread, the locals of Briff on the scene clutched their bodies in pain, their clothes tearing as their bodies rapidly grew scales along the seams of the torn cloth.
Wu Chang saw this and did not thrust the Coral Hamr into Da Gang’s mouth to forcibly interrupt the Fishman’s chant but instead stood aside, letting the other perform.
It wasn’t his turn yet.
Just as the Fishman’s curse within the islanders was completely detonated, turning them into Fishn, a pale golden light spread from Erin outwards.
The originally damp and cold Great Cathedral, stained a deep blue by the mist, regained its color under the light.
Where the light passed, the accumulated water on the ground and walls evaporated instantly, dim candle flas flared up intensely, and faded stained glass windows regained their brilliance.
The light shone upon the townsfolk, causing their painful trembling to cease imdiately, their tightly furrowed features slowly relaxing.
A mont ago, the townsfolk were imrsed in winter’s biting seawater; the next mont, they lay on a spring adow, basking in warm sunlight.
The fish scales on their bodies dissolved under the light, and the long slits and protruding eyes on their necks returned to normal.
The only one remaining in a Fishman state was Da Gang, lying on the ground.
Da Gang’s call did not cease, but no matter how much he shouted, no one responded to him with any change.
Amid the angry looks of the islanders, Da Gang was like an action movie teacher without a partner, screaming so much that even he found it pointless.
Ending symbolically with an ultra-bass, he closed his mouth awkwardly.
Wu Chang asked from the side, "Finished calling?"
Da Gang nodded.
Wu Chang swung the Coral Hamr, smashing Da Gang’s head into the ground again.
"Sounds terrible."
Da Gang shouted unwillingly, "Who on earth are you?!"
He had already recognized Erin earlier. In his impression, Erin was just the puppet of the Great Saint Mother, a failure, at most only at the Demigod level.
Yet just now, Erin had easily purified the curse of him, a bona fide God, showing a power level evidently higher than hers.
This was beyond his comprehension.
Apart from Erin, the young man with the hamr was also exceptionally unusual. He didn’t sense the other using Divine Power, yet he could injure his Divine Body with re physical force.
This wasn’t the world he was familiar with; he felt he’d been lurking in the deep sea too long, leading to a generation gap with the outside world.
Faced with Da Gang’s questioning, Wu Chang remained silent, simply swinging the hamr repeatedly.
Dealing with these small fry in front of him, he wasn’t even bothered to use the Mamba Elbow Strike. Sheer brute force and being a Blaspher were enough to smash him into a fish ball.
Da Gang grew anxious from the beating; if Wu Chang continued hamring him like this, he’d surely end up dead sooner or later.
"Do you think dispersing my curse will keep this island safe? I am my lord’s ssenger. By attacking , you disrespect my lord! You will surely face a deep-sea calamity!"
The Briff Cathedral, located at the center of the island, far from the coast, was made of thick stone, highly soundproof.
But at this mont, everyone heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and the heavy footsteps of sothing departing the sea, heading to land.
Surrounding the coastlines of Briff Island, tall Fishn, each over three ters in height, rode the black waves to the shore, gripping shell-made blades, their eyes glowing with bloodlust.
If the living followers could not be taken entirely, they would be made into sacrifices for the blood sacrifice ritual.
They had received commands from the God to kill all living beings on the island, then sink the island completely into the deep sea.
Landing from Briff pier, the Fishn first stepping onto the island were led by an exceptionally strong individual.
His na was Ernst, a notorious pirate who terrorized the seas during the age of three-masted ships.
In his youth, he had encountered storms and tsunamis multiple tis. No matter how frenzied the conditions, he managed to sail his ship to safety.
When he returned once more to the underground tavern in Free Port, declaring, "The sea can’t kill !" he thought he had conquered the ocean.
Until during a treasure hunt, he t the Fishn.
In front of the Fishn, with all his rich sea battle experience, he was as naive as a rookie.
Any ordinary Fishman was stronger, swifter, and more ruthless than he.
Twenty Fishn capsized his fleet, ten ships, over a thousand crew mbers, all left forever in that sea region.
Watching helplessly as the Fishn used nine ships for the blood sacrifice ritual, leaving no survivors, Ernst and his n chose to surrender, joining the Fishn, and shared in the faith of the great being beneath the sea.
Under the lord’s great power, both he and his n transford into Fishn.
While the lord’s command was to remain dormant temporarily and not cause too much commotion, over the years, he’d secretly attacked ships at sea, incessantly consuming Life, strengthening himself.
He started becoming powerful, stronger than any other Fishman.
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