Chapter 1 The Secret Chamber

The three giants pushed open the iron door and entered the secret chamber.

The lights in the secret chamber turned on automatically. The room was square-shaped, with black square tiles on the ceiling and floor. There were no windows or furniture, and a one-meter-high iron cylinder stood in the center.

At the top of the cylinder hovered a basketball-sized crystal sphere, and inside the sphere was a tightly closed eye.

Sean Meade waved his hand, creating an airflow to close the iron door. Then, he gestured with his palm towards the crystal ball, indicating that Vinnie could begin.

According to the agreement of the three giants, Vinnie would be responsible for using the Eye of the Sky this time. After locking onto the enemy's location, Sean Meade, as a wind mage, was the fastest and had air supremacy. He would lead the Masters of Heavenly Punishment to the battlefield.

Channing Lou of the board of directors would remain at the Heavenly Punishment branch, protecting Vinnie, who would lose her sight.

Vinnie stepped forward, placed her hand on the crystal ball, put this rule-based item into her inventory, and then took it out again to complete the recognition process.

Then, she swiped her hand across the surface of the crystal ball, and the eye inside suddenly opened. This eye had no pupil; its interior was a deep, dark abyss.

In an instant, besides Vinnie, the owner of the eye, Channing and Sean felt a sense of being watched from the shadows. They felt uneasy and prickled with discomfort.

They had the illusion that all their secrets were being exposed.

Another Master had taken action, suspected to be a Master from the Church of the Sea God.

The giant "Poseidon" stood blankly in the ocean, forgetting to crush the yacht.

The number was inestimable, blotting out the sky.

Letting those Saints stay on the yacht would be like placing them in the middle of a Master's battlefield, making them even safer.

At that moment, the surroundings of the yacht suddenly twisted, like a mirage.

The sea surface, usually traversed by cargo ships and cruise liners, was now completely white. The dockworkers had also stopped working, leaving only a few amber xenon lamps to maintain the most basic level of illumination. The containers stood silently, bathed in the dim light.

At this moment, the yacht, having entered a phantom state, successfully passed through the storm and approached the harbor.

The giant held a trident in one hand and lifted the yacht with the other. The moment I appeared, the yacht's "phantom" state ended, becoming stable.

Seeing the storm of wind blades about to engulf the yacht, a muffled grunt came from the cabin. The next moment, these wind blades, capable of slicing through gold and cleaving jade, either turned downwards, to the right, or upwards, perfectly avoiding the yacht.

"Something wrong?" Channing Lou slowly approached, helping Vinnie and saying, "You send him back to the office."

Sean Meade stood at the top of the lighthouse, gazing at the white and boundless sea.

"Woo woo..."

This figure, as fast as a supersonic fighter jet, stopped in the low altitude, looking down at the yacht and sea beasts chasing below. He pushed his arms upwards.

With a sound like a missile launch, a storm of wind blades fell towards the yacht, blocking all paths and covering a radius of seventy meters.

Charm!

A sweet and pleasant laugh spread through the night. Whether female or male, whether Master or Saint, all showed infatuated expressions.

Someone who can control such a huge mutated bird must be a Doomsday Poison Master in the Master realm.

There must be a high-level water ghost or a siren on the boat. Just relying on items wouldn't achieve such superb water control. Hmm, if it's a siren, the White Scale Sea Beast would be suppressed and wouldn't dare to chase so recklessly. So, it's a water ghost... Sean Meade looked into the distance, watching the thrilling chase on the sea in the night sky, thinking to himself.

"Shoo shoo shoo..."

At the critical moment, Sean reversed the operation, actively controlling the wind to descend. Under the Drunkard's inverted rule skill, he logically turned flying into falling.

Sean Meade's attack missed, failing to sink the yacht.

He immediately realized that this was New Covenant Port, the headquarters of the Church of the Sea God. Sirens were the rulers of the sea, and any seabed creatures in the ocean would be enslaved, manipulated, and suppressed by sirens.

The water column rose quickly, but with tremendous force, seemingly specifically countering the wind wall.

Those tornadoes, carrying massive amounts of seawater, seemed to hit a phantom, colliding with each other and collapsing into rampant winds, while the seawater turned into a rainstorm.

One after another, strange birds had their wings severed by the wind blades, falling into the sea, the fishy and foul-smelling blood staining the sea red.

In the water behind the yacht, a huge body covered with colorful scales appeared and disappeared, sometimes revealing itself on the surface, sometimes hiding in the waves, chasing the double-decker yacht.

The yacht was struck by a lightning pillar, submerged in the dazzling electric light. Sean Meade, standing on top of the tower, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a firefly-like red light surging between the sea and sky, almost occupying half the sky.

"No," Vinnie waved her hand, "Please let me rest here for seventeen minutes. My head hurts so much right now that I can't, can't think calmly."

ps: I'll correct the typos after updating.

"Prepare to hunt!" Sean Meade heard Knight Shazor's deep voice coming from the earphones.

This was still the Drunkard's skill, distorting the distance, turning the real distance into illusion, directly sending the Saints to the shore.

At this moment, a gust of wind roared from the direction of the port, colliding with the oncoming sea breeze, creating small tornadoes.

I also don’t know if the demigod is watching here, or how many other Masters are secretly watching... Sean Meade patiently watched, waiting for an opportunity.

She staggered, holding onto the cast iron cylinder to barely steady herself, bending over, blood tears surging down.

"Distortion Realm!"

Sean Meade didn't say a word, rushed out the door, and headed to the destination.

Considering that the support team had Star Officials from Dark Night Rose, if there were no accidents, the means of concealment should be the "Night Wander" item, and a very high-quality one.

In the night wander state, I am perfectly integrated into the darkness, and no one can find me.

"Boom!"

Her blood tears were still flowing from her eye sockets, staining her fair and beautiful face red, creating an indescribable sense of tragic beauty.

The tall lighthouse stood quietly in the night, its dazzling light flashing rhythmically.

Drunkard profession, Master stage skills.

As the largest official organization in the Free Federation, Heavenly Punishment mobilizes satellites and naval fleets to search for smuggled ships. In terms of Lingjing Xingzhe's methods, wind mages patrol in the air and sirens from the Church of the Sea God patrol in the sea, but none of them have found smuggled ships from the Seventh District.

A Master-level Drunkard was hiding in the cabin.

"Poseidon" held the yacht in his palm, about to crush the evil professions inside along with the ship, when suddenly, a silver bell-like laugh rang out.

This skill can distort reality, turning reality into illusion, turning order into chaos, and everything positive becomes negative.

At the same time, waves rose on the sea, surging up a ten-meter-high water column, hitting Sean Meade, who was descending with great momentum.

Catherine, the vice president of the Hunter Guild, the seventh Master, appeared.

The seawater only reached my waist.

After flying back into the sky, Sean Meade took a deep breath and suddenly lifted his palms upwards.

The first to break free from the charm was Sean Meade. Sound needs to travel through the air, and for a wind mage, it's too easy to block the laughter.

At 11:15, Sean Meade, standing on the top floor with night vision, saw a tall wave rising from the horizon, carrying a double-decker yacht, fleeing towards the shore.

The other party obviously had extraordinary means of concealment, capable of erasing traces and aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, I immediately controlled the wind and flew towards the distant sea, while waving a storm of wind blades, slashing at the flock of birds covering the area.

In the dark night sky, a small figure rushed from the Heavenly Punishment branch towards the white ocean. The wind I stirred up rippled the sea in layers.

But the next moment, we appeared at the port wharf. The quiet port, with the orderly Saints lurking in the Heavenly Punishment branch, all saw this scene, but no one took action, silently watching the chase, as if waiting for a result.

The Seventh Master!

Including monsters created by the mutated beings.

In Catherine's sweet laughter, the red light quickly approached, and I could see that it was a sparse flock of birds, with scarlet eyes, a two-meter wingspan, covered in steel-like white feathers, and claws gleaming with a pale metallic light in the moonlight.

A white dress came through the air. When she first appeared, she was still extremely far away, but with the silver bell-like laughter, she appeared at the edge of the port in the blink of an eye.

To this day, the duration of Night Wander has been measured in "days". I can maintain this state for days and nights. If I wear the Symbiotic Spirit Moon, the duration will be even longer.

Probably for about ten seconds, you said urgently:

Just then, the sea suddenly bulged, as if a giant monster was stirring up waves from below. Then, a hundred-meter-tall giant emerged from the seabed. It was condensed from seawater, its face blurred, vaguely a rugged woman with a beard, holding a trident, like the sea god Poseidon from mythology.

Mutated monster? Seeing the White Scale Sea Beast, Sean Meade subconsciously thought it was a monster summoned by the evil faction. At this moment, the sky and earth suddenly darkened, and a thick pillar of lightning fell from the sky, striking the yacht directly. More than a dozen figures jumped out of the yacht, jumping into the sea.

Vinnie pressed her left hand on the crystal ball, her eyes staring at the void, appearing scattered. Her right hand moved in the void, writing on a panel that only she could see: Heaven is unfair!

The ocean is the domain of sirens. Here, the Drunkard's "Distortion Realm" will also be suppressed.

Seeing the water column about to hit Sean Meade, I suddenly rose into the air, controlling the wind to rush into the night sky.

The entire distance of the sea was erased out of thin air. New Covenant Port.

Sean Meade's expression changed slightly. Although wind mages have air supremacy, speed, and suppression in the sky, such a large flock of birds would still pose a fatal threat to me if I was surrounded.

The White Scale Sea Beast was the Church of the Sea God's doing. The double-decker yacht was the real target.

The two sides chased, and the double-decker yacht floated on the crest of the waves, almost caught by the sea beast several times, but always miraculously avoided the thrilling attacks, never being destroyed by the sea beast.

The other orderly professional Saints lurked in various ports, or hid in factories far from the port, waiting for Sean Meade's signal, ready to go.

After writing the Lingjing ID, the eyes in the crystal ball became even deeper, vaguely forming a vortex. In Vinnie's scattered eyes, two deep vortices also appeared.

A level four wind mage's casual attack would be a devastating blow to mid- and low-stage Lingjing Xingzhe.

Sean Meade's figure had just disappeared through the door when Vinnie gave a soft, unhappy groan, closed her eyes tightly, and shed blood-red tears. "Meade, come down!"

This was obtained from Gou Mang, the Lingjing ID of the jealous god general of the Military Advisor sect.

Now that the Masters of the orderly faction have taken action one after another, I don't need to fish anymore.

Tornadoes rose from the sea, soaring into the clouds, carrying hundreds of tons of seawater, seemingly bloated and slow, but actually crashing into the flat-bottomed yacht at an extremely fast speed.

"The eighth port of New Covenant Port, eighty degrees east by south, there's a boat eight nautical miles away!"

You were deprived of sight by the "Eye of the Sky" and lost your perception of the outside world. This deprivation is rule-based, and no items can compensate for or replace vision.

However, before the chief executive of Heavenly Punishment could attack the yacht, a large number of sparse wing flapping sounds came from the night sky.

The sinister voice came from the yacht again. Then, Sean Meade, who was clearly a hundred feet in the air, suddenly fell towards the ocean.

The Master-level Drunkard directly reversed the rules, but flying became falling.