As for the Unicorne Whale slowly regaining its strength on the other side and the Sea Elf that had taken a heavy fall, Aiven had no intention of paying them any mind. There are priorities to consider, and as long as they don’t entangle themselves, he has no ti to concern himself with the disputes between the two Goddesses now.
The [Horn Shark] was shut down, and the "Storm Horn" was preparing to accelerate away once again.
Splash splash splash...
From the direction of the Unicorne Whale behind, the sound of surging water arose, accompanied by a voice suddenly calling out to Aiven that seed sowhat familiar.
"Is that the Storm Horn? Please wait a mont!"
Aiven turned to look and found a group of oddly shaped figures.
Among them were Fish People with gills, scales, and webbed hands, a towering Storm Giant Spirit flickering with electricity, and even the Soul of Drowning he had seen not long ago, composed of water and mist.
However, those standing behind a giant manta ray were respectfully surrounding a young human in a dark blue Tempest Robe.
Seeing the appearance of the other party, Aiven squinted slightly; encountering this person under such circumstances was quite unexpected for him.
"Are you... Fisher from the whaling ship Fish Spear?"
This young man had been the First Mate on a whaling ship and had narrowly escaped the jaws of a white whale, rescued by the passing "Storm Horn." But since he disembarked, Aiven had not given him any further attention.
Now, seeing the whaler attired in a magnificent Tempest Robe, surrounded by intense Water Elental Radiance, it was apparent he had beco a powerful Extraordinary.
"Captain, it’s good to see you again! You even rember ; thank you for saving the Goddess’s maiden and Beloved. For us to et again is clearly the Goddess’s blessing..."
As the highest Holy Professional under the Black Sea Goddess’s "Tempest Church," Fisher’s deanor was very cordial, not only because of the life-saving grace once given by the "Storm Horn," but also due to his current duties.
Unlike the "Mother of Sea Monsters," who harbored animosity towards humans and unwaveringly created blood feuds over three hundred years, although the Black Sea Goddess Hipponeo was capricious due to her human experience born three hundred years ago.
Even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who was suppressed under Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years, could beco the Victorious Fighting Buddha, let alone a re Demigod? After being tempered by society, the sharp edges ultimately smoothed out.
However, the years imprisoned in the waves ultimately wasted three hundred years.
The underlying power structure rebuilt after being freed for a year could not compare to the three hundred years diligently managed by the "Mother of Sea Monsters."
While ensuring the basic domain of the "Eye of the Storm" sea area, in the vast regions of the Black Sea, everything was in a defensive stance.
With the pressing threat from the "Mother of Sea Monsters," as a leader of the Tempest Church, primarily composed of humans, Fisher naturally sought the strongest human allies from the Material World.
Unexpectedly, he t an old acquaintance, Aiven, who had beco a Brigadier General and Captain of a Quasi-Legendary Battleship in the Kingdom Navy, and couldn’t let the opportunity pass by.
After a few exchanges across the sea, Aiven roughly understood the other party’s experiences, vaguely grasping the aning in his words, but Fisher could also see that Aiven seed sowhat absent-minded at the mont.
"General, are you going on a long journey?"
"Exactly, we have urgent matters to attend to in the Southern Continent."
Upon hearing this, Fisher pondered briefly, took out two items from his arms, and tossed them into the water, where the waves automatically carried them to Aiven’s side.
"What is this?"
"This might be of aid to you; the battle beneath the sea continues, so please excuse for now."
One was a whalebone talisman and the other a shell capable of summoning a ssenger; Fisher didn’t intend to delve deeper now—having reestablished contact, there’s a long future ahead.
He then led a group of followers and two sea monsters back into the water.
Receiving the two items sent over by the waves, Aiven, while watching Fisher’s disappearing silhouette, felt sowhat sentintal. The so-called "change the atmosphere, nurture the form"—now there was no trace of the whaler’s forr appearance.
Through the completely open Spiritual Information in them, Aiven learned the "whalebone talisman" was not only a credential of the Tempest Church but also a powerful Extraordinary Treasure.
[Serenity Talisman (made of whalebone)]
Effect: It can calm the fury of nature over a small area of the Black Sea, creating a serene shelter.
Holding it while passing through the underwater city "Herakleian" at the center of the "Eye of the Storm" quietly would an no attacks from the forces of the Black Sea Goddess.
Even if the authority of Black Sea Goddess Hipponeo is the Black Sea itself, with this talisman, the naturally occurring phenona born from the Black Sea cannot harm him.
Looking at this treasure of imasurable value to navigators, an idea sparked in Aiven’s mind, already forming a bold plan.
Originally, no matter how urgent, he dared only travel along established routes between continents on the "Storm Horn." Because the Magic Elent active and chaotic in unexplored areas made various natural disasters as common as everyday als.
While adventurers might seem awe-inspiring, just looking at the life spans of successive generations in the Galliot family reveals that the few who gain fa and glory are rely surviving with survivorship bias.
Although Aiven hadn’t yet embarked on an exploration journey into unknown territories, he knew from various sources that the unpredictable weather and eerie phenona at sea are nothing a Tier 3 could traverse unscathed.
Transforming into a Thunderbird and flying rapidly at 900 kiloters per hour in the open sky, inadvertently entering so terrible disaster phenonon, would feel no less than being struck directly by a Great Wizard’s witchcraft.
Even the Communication Seagull, which relies on instinct to avoid danger naturally, could not be sent out for long-distance cross-continental communication with just one bird; at least three are dispatched at a ti.
Aiven himself didn’t have that level of redundancy and margin for error.
A single slip, and he might find himself out of the ga.
Sowhat similar in function to a blessed Iron Cross dal, possessing this talisman ans the hazardous Black Sea skies are no longer forbidden territory for him.
Therefore.
Aiven decided to transform into a Thunderbird to fly over imdiately. Although the Demigod-sourced colossal "Eye of Inti" limited the ability to repair only the body, godly powers are unfathomable; perhaps it might even heal the out-of-control state as well?
As for joining the battle, that’s for later—saving people is the priority!
After gathering the ship’s officers to inform them of his decision, Aiven prepared to set off imdiately.
At this mont, everyone knew the perils of traversing the Black Sea alone, but no one could dissuade him from his decision.
However.
Just as he was ready to head out, he was suddenly called by Milan, who brought Roddy along.
"Since you advanced to Tier 3, my Precise Divination on you has failed.
But a Prophet’s intuition tells , it’s best to bring Roddy along; whatever you plan to do, he might be of assistance."
"Roddy?"
Hearing this, Aiven hesitated.
He originally intended for Olivia to stay away from the dangerous war, but Milan’s words couldn’t be ignored—though often unconventional, he is extrely reliable when it counts.
Turning to see Olivia’s unwavering gaze beside him, it was apparent Milan had already discussed it with her beforehand.
After so consideration, Aiven finally agreed.
"While I’m not here, First Mate Boris will be in charge, with Milan assisting."
"As you command, Captain!"
After issuing his final order.
Crackle crackle...
Screech—
Carrying the girl, a brilliant bolt of lightning soared skyward from the Storm Horn’s deck, reaching straight to the clouds!
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