After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The Bathroom Door was Slightly Pushed Open a Crack (2)

Inside the cabin.

The vibrations and the sound of waves outside mingled together and cthrough the metal walls.

Although unaware of what happened, he could feel the strong fluctuation of magic power outside.

At this point, Shi An seemed to sense something and turned his head to look in a certain direction.

There was silence, unlike the hustle and bustle in front of the ship.

However, just now, Shi An could feel that a brand new abyssal rift was opened on the right rear side of the ship.

Perhaps with the experience of the last time, Shi An was not fooled by the seductive whispers this time.

He paused and shook out the three demonic creatures from his magic expansion pouch.

The Eye rubbed its eyes. “My lord, what’s wrong?”

Shi An pondered for a few seconds and asked, “How many Eyes of the Abyss did you say I have to absorb before recovering my peak strength?”

The Eye froze and said hesitantly, “Three?”

It thought for a moment and added, “If it’s a maturely developed abyssal rift, maybe two are enough.”

Shi An’s eyes slightly lit up.

He twisted his head to look at Black Smoke on one side.

“Did that book have the spell that can transform the magic power from the Eye of the Abyss into a dragon’s body?”

Black Smoke recalled carefully and said hesitantly, “I think there’s a very similar one, but those humans must have made alterations so that it could enter your body. Meanwhile, if we do it according to the original way, I’m afraid…”

It allowed the unprocessed magic power to enter his body like last time.

Shi An interrupted it.

“You don’t have to worry about this. I’m asking you, if I give you enough materials, can you recreate it?”

Black Smoke nodded affirmatively. “No problem!”

It had read that book thousands of times, so drawing it should be no problem at all.

Shi An stood up with a flourish. “Great! Let’s go!”

The demon insect was a bit stunned. “… Eh? My lord, where are we going?”

Only to see the young man in front of it narrow his eyes and reveal a smile.

“Looting.”

***

The night and fog were stirred by strong magical fluctuations like a pitch-black whirlpool. The roar of the waves engulfed the sound of clashes of battle and screams. The ships in front were fighting while several small boats quietly hid in the darkness at the back, a place that no one cared about.

There was a dark gap in the sea ahead of the boats, but no seawater was flowing into it.

Heavy darkness was released from it.

The mercenaries on the boat gazed at the abyssal rift not far away and slightly smacked their lips. “I’ve never imagined that we can truly make it out.”

“Don’t underestimate those lunatics. They’ve been active for so long. Who the hell knows how many things we don’t know about are in those old bastards’ hands?”

“But speaking of which, why are they making an abyssal rift here?”

“Who the hell knows? In short, if we do it well, the rewards will be good at that time…”

Before the conversation ended, a soft thud cfrom the deck not far away.

Everyone immediately shut up.

The mercenaries looked at each other and saw the salert under each other’s eyes.

Although their people delayed the Bureau’s ship in the distance, they should never treat it lightly.

After all, this was the sea. They did not even have a place to run or hide if something happened.

The mercenaries drew their weapons and cautiously approached the direction from which the sound came.

Everywhere was filled with black, liquid-like-sticky fog that enveloped the ship’s bow.

A young man stood alone on the deck, looking out of place in his surroundings.

He frowned and wrung the corners of his seawater-soaked clothes with his slender white fingers as water dripped down and splashed on the deck.

Seemingly noticing the eyes coming from all directions, the young man raised his eyelashes, revealing a pair of wet, dark eyes.

In the face of the fierce mercenaries that surrounded him, he greeted them in a friendly manner,

“Good evening!”

The mercenaries looked at each other.

They were hesitant for a moment, surprisingly not knowing whether they should attack or wait a little while longer.

“That…”

Only to see the young man raise his hand to gesture at them. “Those black stones you guys moved over should still be left here, right?”

He smiled slightly with sshyness.

“If you don’t mind, can you hand them out?”

Mu Heng stood on the half-tilted deck, his pitch-black boots splashed with seawater and blood, holding a long sword made of magic power in his palm.

The sword light cut through the darkness.

The enemy on the other side did not even have tto scream before his head was cut off.

He was not prepared to use the longsword hanging from his waist and the blood of these humans was not worthy of staining its blade red.

As tpassed, Mu Heng’s brow slowly creased.

This attack was not the sas usual.

The mercenaries in front of him had another plan. They usually avoided him, but this time, they disregarded the excessive strength gap, seemingly as extrand crazy as a moth to a flame, heading straight in his direction.

Although Mu Heng did once seriously injure this group of mercenaries…

Was it vengeance?

It didn’t appear to be that.

The ice-cold sword blade was like a condensed moon, easily cutting off the palm of a mercenary’s hand, spurting out red blood to paint the darkness.

A few drops of sizzling scarlet blood fell on the sword’s hilt.

Mu Heng paused and lowered his eyes to look at the longsword.

Could it be…?