The first step to achieving the expected goal is taken care of by Aiven, who excels in biological modification.
The first thing he needs to do is expand the individual base and select the best species. With the alchemy workshop's built-in biological modification laboratory, this task is not difficult.
Gem Shells are hermaphroditic mollusks capable of both self-reproduction and cross-reproduction.
For genetic information diversity, Aiven temporarily lets them undergo cross-reproduction. Once the suitable species is selected, self-reproduction will ensure genetic stability.
A bottle of growth potion is poured in, and within five days, Aiven has already harvested a large batch of fertilized eggs.
At the mont, he is using witchcraft to asure the information on mature Gem Shells, reverse-engineering the best conditions for their survival and developnt.
Plop!
Suddenly, a silver fish leapt out from the air beside them, placing the letter it carried onto the table, and swiftly swam back into the Spirit Realm with a flick of its tail.
The two were already quite familiar with the silver fish, as it was a Spirit Realm ssenger belonging to the "Tempest Church."
"It's arriving soon."
The two returned to the room to change into crisp military uniforms and ca back to the beach after waiting for a short while.
Splosh—
A vortex appeared on the seascape before them, initially a small spot, rapidly expanding to a size large enough for a carriage to pass.
[Divine Skill: Water Elent Tunnel]
A Holy Professional wearing a deep blue wave robe stepped through the surf, none other than Fisher, whom they hadn't seen in half a year.
Upon seeing the two on the beach, he warmly greeted them:
"Hahaha, General, we et again!"
Aiven stepped forward to shake Fisher's hand and embrace him, noticing the distinct robe Fisher wore, slightly hesitated and then congratulated him:
"Fisher... Bishop? Congratulations, perhaps next ti I'll be addressing you as Pope?"
Fisher's face showed no pride as he looked at Aiven's Major General insignia without any surprise, evidently well-inford:
"As a loyal servant of the Goddess, it all relies on her grace.
Unlike you with your distinguished military achievents, having been promoted to Major General in just a few years. For you, even the position of Navy Marshal in the future isn't out of reach!"
After a wave of customary mutual complints.
The three took their seats on the chairs on the beach.
Instead of directly diving into the main topic, they first casually chatted as sowhat acquainted old comrades about the recent status of their respective forces.
There wasn't much news from Aiven's side, but a na ntioned by Fisher caught his attention.
"'Octopus Ghost' Hawkins?"
Fisher sighed deliberately:
"Indeed, this past half-year, dealing with this Pirate King is truly complicated. Because after accomplishing great deeds saving the Goddess...
From Fisher's account, Aiven understood roughly.
A year later, now, "Octopus Ghost" seems to have shown so unsavory tendencies.
This "Lawless" person's highest ideal is absolute freedom. After ascending to Tier 4, his freedom significantly broadened. But it's still insufficient, for the "Exiled Prisoner" mysterious source, Hipponeo, has always been a hurdle he can't bypass.
There's evidence suggesting Hawkins seems to have recently allied with his old employer, the "Black Wing Order," and so unknown power from the Old Continent.
"Octopus Ghost" is ultimately a selfish and ruthless hero willing to do anything to achieve his goals, even leveraging the Black Sea Goddess, who is his "Extraordinary Source."
Fisher wasn't exposing their weakness; if it were a different ally, they'd probably say less. But as they faced the Tulip People, who have direct enmity with "Octopus Ghost," this was also a way to show hardship.
Although they have a living demigod as their backing, because Hipponeo was strongly attacked by Belenus, the strongest Angel under the command of the Goddess of Navigation, when he was just freed and given the current situation in the Black Sea, "Tempest Church" stands in a psychologically weak position seeking cooperation.
'Of course, only the "Tempest Church" themselves know the true situation.'
Aiven silently made his judgnt, choosing to believe this information with limited confidence. At least their sincerity in seeking allies should not be false.
Fisher took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, nodding to Aiven:
"General, it's ti we discuss serious matters. It's just the right ti. Why not see firsthand what 'Tempest Church' is undertaking?"
"Take a look? Where?"
Fisher gave a mysterious smile:
"Right here."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The sea in front of them suddenly layered, the upper layer remaining clear and transparent, while the lower beca a deep and mysterious azure.
Fisher got up and walked towards the sea, a brief explanation to the two following behind:
"Since the ultra-long-distance 'Blue Cave' isn't always available, we initially arranged to et in the South Wind Country. Over the next week, three 'Blue Caves' will form in this sea area."
Following Fisher into a passage seemingly composed of endless waves.
Whoosh—
Within a few breaths, without the discomfort of passing into the Shadow Realm, the three found themselves in another unfamiliar sea area dotted with drifting ice.
Chilling winds mixed with snowflakes roared past, as if they suddenly returned from spring to winter.
Looking at the sight before them.
Aiven instinctively felt an unreal shift of "heading north to the sea and falling back towards Cangwu."
He soon determined the trio's position by the current ti and the angle between the sun and the sea horizon, pinpointing them at the southernmost point of the "S" shaped Black Sea, evidently close to the polar region.
"Is this the power of the Blue Cave? If used for deploying troops, it allows global troop distribution, making the seas no longer an obstacle for royal ambitions."
Fisher was very pleased with the expressions on Aiven and Olivia's faces, stating their strength aptly after their hardship, showing their value. In the current Material World, only two Goddesses in the Black Sea can use the "Blue Cave" for troop movents.
Pointing a finger towards a vast cluster of dark clouds to the south.
"Look, our current mission is there. The offspring of the world's last ancient land turtle, a divine creature, the King of Sea Monsters—Kraken!"
Following his guiding direction.
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the edge of a massive island that couldn't be seen fully revealed itself, with nine colossal black shadows stretching from clouds to the sea, traversing the fog. Those were indescribable enormous beings.
In the ear, the sharp hisses of serpents could faintly be heard.
Aiven instinctively tilted his head, vainly trying to discern the full form of that renowned existence, knowing his expression must be quite vivid now:
"Is it the Kraken I know? Ancient land turtle? Nad turtle, but actually... Hydra?"
Yet Fisher shook his head slowly:
"No, I was referring to that island!"
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