Chapter 1067 - 627: The Fishman Uprising
Treasure Pearl Sea,
On the vast and boundless ocean, an ocean-going sailing ship was gently slicing through the shimmering surface of the sea, carried by a light breeze.
This was a large merchant ship, the Mayflower, carrying cargo bound for Danerluo Port. A blue flag fluttered at the ship’s prow, with a design featuring a pearl amidst rolling waves.
To fly this flag meant that the merchant ship had the protection of the Church of the Ocean Goddess, and most marine creatures would not actively attack this merchant ship.
For most sailors, life on long voyages was extremely monotonous, their only hope being the occasional banquet for indulging in fine wine, or idling for a moment at a port, allowing them to spend their gold coins on the "hardworking" dancers there.
On the deck of the merchant ship, sailors lazily waved brushes, as usual, cleaning the seawater-eroded planks, the droplets dancing with their movements.
The captain didn’t mind the sailors’ laziness, continuing to calibrate the course.
Currently, there wasn’t much to do on the ship, just keeping the sailors from getting restless.
However, this calm was broken by a cry of surprise from a sailor in the crow’s nest.
His sharp gaze was focused intently on the sea not far away.
And there, the once calm sea suddenly turned violently restless, with giant waves rolling, as if countless giant beasts were struggling and roaring beneath the sea.
It seemed as though a fierce battle was raging beneath the surging waves.
The blue sea was dyed scarlet, rapidly spreading as if soaked in fresh blood, turning the once blue sea into a blood-red expanse.
In the crimson water, corpses continuously surfaced.
Some were incomplete, with limbs scattered; some had eyes wide open, their mouths twisted in a terrified grimace; others held fish spears tightly, as if they were resisting to their last breath.
The wounds on these corpses evidently resulted from battles between Transcendents.
The upper bodies of these bodies appeared humanlike, while their lower halves clearly bore fish characteristics, such as tails, fins, and scales, their blue-green skin somewhat rough.
Experienced sailors could immediately tell that these corpses belonged to Fishmen, specifically the Suo Luo Fishman.
Unlike the Koutao Fishmen that usually inhabit dark regions like underground rivers and lakes, these had more slender bodies suited for life in the vast ocean.
The Suo Luo Fishmen originated from the Water Element Plane, having entered the Gaia Main World long ago to counter the growing threat of evil elements.
Throughout countless years of development, they spread across the oceans of the Gaia World, guided by their divine beliefs to protect the surface from deep-sea threats.
And as time passed, the Suo Luo Fishmen’s guardianship extended from the seafloor to the ocean’s surface, becoming an indispensable force in the ocean.
However, this does not mean that Suo Luo Fishmen are inherently kind-hearted.
Survival in the ocean is tougher compared to the resource-rich land, so for them to thrive in such an environment, they are hardly easy prey.
Their physical advantage allowed Suo Luo Fishmen to excel in underwater combat, skilled in using weapons like fish spears, nets, and spears beneath the water. They are adept at utilizing the ocean environment for tactical setups and ambushes, waiting behind reefs before suddenly launching attacks when enemies approach.
Additionally, Suo Luo Fishmen possess some sea-related talents, like Underwater Breathing, Summoning Waves, and Control Water Flow.
The Fishmen’s strength, speed, and endurance far surpass ordinary people’s, giving them an overwhelming advantage over human warriors of the same level in sea battles.
However, guided by the All Gods, Suo Luo Fishmen belong to the Order Camp under the protection of the Ocean Divine Church, and unless provoked, they generally refrain from attacking merchant ships.
What’s now appearing beneath the sea surface near the merchant ship should be a conflict between Fishmen.
The sailors on the merchant ship did not notice any other racial corpses appearing.
Blood and seawater mixed, emitting a nauseating stench.
The sailors on the merchant ship crowded along the rail, gazing at the blood-red sea with awe, unease, and fear in their hearts.
They held tightly to the ship’s railing, as if afraid the brutal battle might suddenly reach them.
Yet the captain did not steer the ship away but continued to sail just a little before stopping at a distance close to the battlefield.
With the protection of the Church of the Ocean Goddess, he wasn’t overly worried about being attacked by Fishmen.
Moreover, facing such a battle, the chance to reap some rewards was a potentially lucrative opportunity, equivalent to several trips’ worth of profits.
The slightly panicked sailors found reason in the captain’s decision, suppressing their fear with greed, their eyes fixed firmly on the distance.
The Fishman’s battle beneath the sea raged on for a long time, only calming down as the sun began to set.
The captain of the Mayflower wasn’t in a hurry to approach, choosing to wait a bit longer until he was sure the underwater battle had completely ended and that no other Fishmen were around, before steering the Mayflower to that part of the sea.
Lowering the small boat, the sailors joyfully rowed to the bloodstained sea surface, disregarding the stench to examine the Fishmen’s bodies.