Chapter 1071 - 629: I Won’t Be Human Anymore!
Kane Floating City,
Lis waved his hand, sending away the captain and sailors in front of him, then looked at the Fishman still unconscious below.
He had just questioned the captain and sailors of the Mayflower, roughly understanding the course of events.
As he thought, Fishman Berion Pearl was indeed accidentally captured by the sailors due to the chaos within the Fishman Tribe.
And strictly speaking, Berion’s capture might really have something to do with Lis.
After all, under Lis’s governance, Danerluo Port was much more prosperous than in the previous era, attracting many more merchant ships to the port.
Thus, Berion was unlucky enough to encounter the Mayflower this time and was captured to become a slave.
From the sailors’ descriptions, the conflict within the Fishman Tribe seemed quite intense.
So many Fishmen died, Berion must have been one of the combatants, and likely a leader among them.
After confirming those sailors did not lie, Lis rewarded them adequately and sent them out of the Floating City.
A Golden-stage Fishman slave meant nothing to Lis.
What intrigued him more was what had transpired within the Fishman Tribe, and what role Berion played in it.
Berion was rather important to Lis, serving as his crucial leverage to intervene in the Fishman Tribe.
However, Lis needed to prepare in advance.
After all, this involved racial beliefs, and Lis had to be cautious.
Berion was considered a heroic figure, otherwise, he couldn’t have become the leader of the Fishman Tribe in the previous era.
To get him to assist Lis in infiltrating the Fishman Tribe, some groundwork had to be laid first.
Looking at the still unconscious Berion, Lis rubbed his hands together.
Taking this opportunity, he intended to sift through Berion’s memories via the Dream World.
Even though Berion possessed the strength of a Golden-stage, his Dream World was defenseless before Lis.
...
It was unclear how much time passed,
The waves roared, crashing against the solid rocks on the shore, turning into scintillating sprays.
Berion slowly opened his eyes, bewilderedly gazing at the blue sky before him, his mind a whirling chaos.
Where... am I?
Berion felt an indescribable weakness, like his body had been hollowed out.
"You’re awake?"
A voice sounded beside Berion, startling him suddenly.
He hastily rose, even this small action leaving him short of breath, akin to his pre-Transcendent Professional days.
But now he could not spare a thought for such matters, for he noted a figure sitting beside him.
This was an extremely robust Suo Luo Fishman Warrior, the sea breeze carrying a salty dampness over his exposed sea-blue skin, crisscrossed with scars.
The fierce scars akin to sea charts’ courses recorded the warrior Fishman’s countless battles of glory.
Rather than diminishing his majesty, the scars served as medals, lending him a ferocious and indomitable aura.
The Fishman’s frame was exceedingly burly, much stronger than Berion himself, muscles hard as rock, each imbued with explosive strength, ready to unleash astonishing energy at any moment. His limbs were sturdy and powerful, legs like two indestructible pillars, supporting his body steadily; arms as if cast in iron, wielded with immense strength.
His profound eyes shimmered with the ocean’s coldness and wisdom, seemingly capable of discerning all deception.
Before this formidable Fishman, Berion suddenly felt as small and weak as a child.
But soon, he perceived something amiss.
He was already a Golden-stage Fishman Warrior, yet the aura of the Fishman before him overshadowed his own by an unknown magnitude; could he be...
"Senior..."
Berion looked at his kin before him, at a loss for words.
Yet the Fishman Warrior did not heed him.
At this moment, he was diligently polishing the massive broad-bladed long knife in his hand.
This knife was colossal, the blade heavy and the edge razor-sharp, glinting with a chilling gleam in the sunlight, seemingly capable of slicing through any obstructions.
The broad grip perfectly suited the Fishman’s thick palm, the whole blade exuding an unnerving sharp aura, appearing as if a mere gentle swing could shear through the surging sea waves.
The Fishman Warrior’s movements were steady and powerful, each wipe revealing his reverence and awe for the blade. The harmony between his aura and the blade’s presence formed an indescribable oppressive force, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
Berion suddenly silenced, staring at the Fishman before him in shock.
Legend!
Undoubtedly a Legendary Crown!
When did Treasure Pearl Sea host another legendary Fishman?
The tribal situation was chaotic enough, but the emergence of a new Fishman Legend would herald profound change; how could Berion not be aware?
Especially when previously, in the whole Treasure Pearl Sea and its surrounding ocean territories, the Fishman Tribes comprised only two Legends.
The recent outbreak of chaos and conflict within the Fishman Tribe was due to the sudden passing of one of the Legends.
This dealt a significant blow to Berion, notably since the deceased Legend was an elder of the Pearl Clan within the Fishman Tribe.
This undoubtedly resulted in Berion losing his greatest support, and the promising situation in the struggle for tribal leadership rapidly collapsed.
Though the remaining Legend would not actively target him, merely the Legend’s conveyed stance caused many previously neutral individuals to oppose Berion.