The bathroom door is pushed slightly open a crack

Chapter 98

Suddenly, the sound of waves lapping against the hull came, not very heavy and seemingly unusual on the sea.

Mu Hang frowned slightly and looked out the porthole.

In the distance was a stifling darkness, the pitch-black water swaying against the fog, like thick ink, completely impenetrable to the eye.

Mu Hang twisted his head, raised his hand and rubbed the top of the teenager's soft hair, and said:

"Wait for me."

Shi An blinked and gave a good-natured "oh".

After the other figure left the hatch, he looked down at his band-aided fingertips.

Movement in the joints was somewhat limited, and although there was still a vague dull ache, it was much better.

But for some reason, the hot touch left by the other's lips and tongue seemed to stay there for a long time, unable to dissipate.

He frowned slowly, a look of confusion on his face.

*

Mu Hang left the cabin and went to the pilot house.

It was a member of the Administration who was in charge of the boat, and they were all startled at the sight of the Mu Hang, apparently not realizing why the chief had suddenly come here.

One of them asked cautiously, "Sir, what are your instructions?"

Mu Hang shook his head and raised his eyes toward the pilot house window.

The view is much clearer here than from a porthole, but not much better.

This area of the sea was covered by thick fog, especially late at night, making it almost impossible to see the distant shipping lanes and only radar was used for directions.

The radar was also dark, with only the green vane in the center representing the ship flashing at regular intervals.

Can't see anything different.

However, Mu Hang's frown tightened.

He turned his head to the crewman, and asked, "Does the ship carry any weapons?"

The crew was stunned and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

Although it was a speedboat known for its speed, after all, it was also built for combat purposes, and the basic attack devices were still there.

"What is the maximum area that can be covered?" Mu Hang asked.

Crewman: "About, what, three, three nautical miles if you take the ship as the center of the circle?"

Mu Hang: "Enough."

He narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingertips on the metal tabletop and said slowly, "Fire."

The crew was stunned, "Launch, launch?"

He glanced down toward the radar dish, the image on it hadn't changed at all from a moment ago, and there were no more ships on the entire ocean except for them.

The crewman mumbled, "Which direction is that ...... heading?"

Mu Hang: "Straight ahead."

After a moment's thought, he added, "Use the weapon that moves the most for you."

Though puzzled, the orders of his superiors could not be disobeyed.

The crew skillfully maneuvered on the screen, and soon, the ship shook slightly with a piercing roar accompanied by the rapid loading of energy, followed by a sharp whistling sound that cut through the darkness and the dead silence, and a powerful wave of magical power struck straight ahead!

"Team, Captain, the opposite side is attacking us!"

The mercenary in charge of maneuvering the darkened mercenary ship craned his head in alarm and looked toward the mercenary captain in the pilot house.

The mercenary captain was also shocked, "Fuck, fuck, how is that possible?"

This prop for masking breath was one of the dragon's treasures, how could it be seen through?

He hurriedly took a few steps forward and looked out.

Strong magic fluctuations caused the air to tumble with them, the waves roared, and a small half of the sky was illuminated, but through the thick hazy fog, they were unable to see where the other party's attacks were coming from at all.

The mercenary captain gritted his teeth and seemed a bit uncertain.

He whipped his head around and snarled into the comm, "So are you guys done yet?"

The voice from the opposite side had a nuisance current in it, "Report Captain! Not yet ...... nuisance ...... there, the activation of these Abyssal Stones will take a little more time."

These rocks on the ship were like time bombs, if they were really attacked, then they might really be wiped out.

The mercenary captain finally made up his mind and ordered viciously:

"Damn him, duck and cover!"

As soon as he spoke, several ships immediately changed direction at top speed.

The magic covering the hull rippled from such eager action.

Mu Hang drops his eyes, his eyes falling on the radar dish.

Several icons appeared, flashed, and disappeared on the sea ahead that had been black a moment ago.

The crew member sucked in a cold breath, "This, this is ......"

Mu Hang's was not much of a surprise.

He pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword and calmly ordered, "Prepare for battle."

Far away.

The mercenary captain looked out the porthole, the fluctuation of a dangerously flashing red light was deeply lost beneath the pitch-black picture, and that location was quite a bit farther away from where they had just been.

His demeanor clouded over as he raised his hand and angrily tugged at his beard, pulling off several strands with great force.

Fuck, fell for it.

The fog was the perfect tool for them to cover their tracks, but again this held true on the other side as well.

It was at that moment that the voice came again from the microphone.

This time, the previous sound of electrical interference lessened considerably, "Reporting to the Captain, the setup is over!"

The mercenary captain took a deep breath and seemed to be relieved by this.

An icy smile appeared on his face, "Since the dark one doesn't work anymore, let's do it in the open."

In the dark, heavy fog, the shadows of several hulls gradually revealed themselves, like ghosts floating on the surface of the sea, and from all directions, silently approaching the only speedboat not far away, showing their hideous fangs.

*

Inside the cabin.

Outside, the sound of vibrations and waves mingled and came through the metal walls.

Although he didn't know exactly what was happening, he could still feel the strong fluctuation of magic power from the outside.

While this was happening, Shi An seemed to sense something and turned her head in a certain direction.

Unlike the hustle and bustle in front of the ship, there was silence.

But, just moments ago, Shi An was able to clearly feel a brand new rift in the abyss spreading across the right rear side of the ship.

Perhaps because of her experience last time, Shi An wasn't mesmerized by the seductive whispers this time.

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

Originally dormant, they are now ruthlessly ripped up by Shi An.

Eyeball rubbed his eyes, "What is it, my lord?"

Shi An pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Last time, you said that I would be able to return to my full strength after absorbing how many more Eyes of the Abyss?"

Eyes froze and hesitated, "Three?"

It thought for a moment and added, "If it's a very well-developed Abyssal Rift, perhaps two would be enough as well."

Shi An's eyes lit up slightly.

He craned his head to look aside at the black smoke:

"That spell that transforms the magic from the Eye of the Abyss into the dragon's body, is it in that book?"

Black Smoke recalled it carefully and hesitantly:

"There seems to be one that is very similar, however, that group of humans should have modified it so that they could channel the magic in it into your body, whereas I'm afraid that if you follow the original version, you'll be ......"

Like last time, letting unprocessed magic pour into your body.

Shi An interrupted it:

"You don't need to worry about this. Let me just ask you, if you were given enough materials, could you reproduce it?"

Black Smoke nodded affirmatively, "No problem!"

It had read that book thousands of times and had absolutely no problem trying to draw it.

Shi An stood up in miso, "Good! Go!"

The magic worm froze a bit, "...... Eh? My lord, where are we going?"

Only the teenager in front of him narrowed his eyes and gave a smile:

"Robbery."

*

The night and the mist were stirred by strong magical fluctuations like a dark vortex, the roar of the waves engulfed the sounds of jingoistic exchanges and screams, the ships in front were engaged in battle, while in the rear, where no one cared, several dinghies were tucked away peacefully and quietly in the darkness.

Ahead of the dinghy, a dark crevice opened steeply in the sea, but no seawater trickled into it.

A heavy hint of darkness was released from it.

On the ship, the mercenaries gazed at the abyssal rift not far away and smacked their lips a little:

"I didn't expect it, but it can actually be manufactured."

"Don't underestimate that group of psychopaths, they've been active for a long time, hell knows how much else we don't know about in those old undead's hands."

"Speaking of which, though, what are they making an abyssal rift here for?"

"Hell if I know, anyway, we do what we need to do and just get paid and leave when the time comes ......"

Before the words left his mouth, there was a soft thud from the deck not far away.

Everyone immediately shut up.

The mercenaries looked at each other, seeing the same alarm in each other's eyes.

Though there were their men towing and Administration's ship in the distance, it was never to be taken lightly.

After all, this was the sea, so if something did happen, they wouldn't even have a place to run.

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

In all directions, it was a viscous as if liquid fog, black and heavy, that enveloped the bow of the ship.

The teenager stood alone on the deck, looking out of place in his surroundings.

He frowned, and was wringing the corners of his seawater-soaked coat so hard with his slender white fingers that drops of water fell and splashed on the deck.

Seeming to notice the sights coming from all directions, the teenager lifted his eyelashes, revealing a pair of wet, pitch-black eyes.

Facing the mercenaries who were fierce and surrounded him in front of him, he just gave a friendly greeting:

"Good evening."

The mercenaries looked at each other.

They were a bit hesitant for a moment, and actually didn't know whether to attack or wait a bit longer.

"That ......"

Only the teenager raised his hand and gestured at them, "There should still be some of those black stones left from the ones you shipped over, right?"

He smiled slightly, somewhat shyly:

"If you don't mind, could you hand it over?"

*

Mu Hang stood on the half-tilted deck, the blackened uppers of his boots splattered with seawater and blood, his longsword frozen in magic in his palm.

The sword light cut through the darkness.

The enemy on the opposite side didn't even have time to scream before they were already dead.

He wasn't going to use the longsword he had hanging at his waist; the blood of these humans wasn't worthy of staining its blade red.

Mu Hang's brow slowly furrowed as time passed.

This attack was clearly not like the usual.

These mercenaries in front of him obviously had other plans, often they shunned themselves, but this time they completely ignored the excessive strength gap, as if they were extreme and crazy like moths to a flame, and pounced straight towards the direction he was in.

While Mu Hang did hit this group of mercenaries hard once, ......

Revenge?

It doesn't seem quite like it.

The icy cold blade of the sword was like a condensed moon, easily slicing off the palm of a mercenary's hand, the red of the spattered blood coating the darkness.

A few drops of scarlet, burning blood landed on the hilt of the sword.

Mu Hang paused, dropping his eyes to look at the longsword.

Could ......?

It was at this moment that the sword seemed to sense something and suddenly began to hum and vibrate, and that sword chant brought up a familiar fluctuation of magic power.

Mu Hang gave a slight start, snapping out of the state of concentration brought on by the kill.

Around him, the fight continued.

The air smelled fishy of seawater and rusty of blood, and intense waves of magic stirred the night around them, so thick and dense that it almost overshadowed everything else.

And in this chaotic aura, there was a slight, distant, strange fluctuation that didn't belong here, vaguely mixed in.

Mu Hang raised his eyes and looked off into the distance.

The blackness of the sea and the chaotic fog blended together like muddy, melting ink.

However, if you look closely into the night fog, you can see a faint red color.

Like a firelight.

It blazed and pulsed in the dark shrouded sea, releasing light and heat outward.

-Fire?

Mu Hang's brow furrowed.

*

In the night mist, several ships blazed across the sea, the blazing firelight piercing through the night, the crackling sound of burning mingling with the pasty odor of burnt flesh and fat.

The flames and screams were left behind by the teenager, the scarlet as blood fire reflected in the depths of his dark eyes.

He leapt off the edge of the abyss with ease.

This abyssal rift had only just appeared, the gap was narrow, the edges were blurred, and the sea water was raging at the border between the two, but it was as if it was blocked out like an invisible wall, looking illusory and fantastical.

Because the time of appearance is still too short, so for the time being there is no abyssal species crawling out from it, even if it crawls out it doesn't matter, after all, the outside is the sea, there are definitely not many abyssal species that can survive.

Shi An wasn't worried about it being discovered.

It didn't take him long to find the location of the Eye of the Abyss.

It had only just been born, only the size of a thumb, and its black and red eyes were turning slowly, releasing an extremely clear and sweet aura from it.

Shi An subconsciously swallowed, and a golden-red glow swept across the bottom of her eyes.

Black Smoke flew out of the pouch, and the other two demons helped it, using the Abyssal Stones Shi An had snatched back from the mercenary ship to start setting up the spell formation.

Soon they were finally finished.

The teenager walked into the center of the spell.

A blood-red glow lit up as the Eye of the Abyss struggled and squirmed, but the magic power contained within it was still being drawn out in a steady stream.

Indeed, as Black Smoke had said, the magic power was directly incorporated into Shi An's body without any processing or transformation.

Shi An's eyes were quickly engulfed in golden-red fire.

The pupils narrowed to a thin slit, and silvery-white scales emerged from underneath the skin, covering the pale, soft skin, reflecting the red light of the phalanx in a treacherous and sinister way.

However, he didn't just revert back to being a giant dragon this time.

Shi An was able to feel that he was now stronger after the last time.

Strong enough to control this influx of energy into one's body without being engulfed and controlled by it.

He touched the gray-black magic in his body with less skill, manipulating it to come together instead of raging around.

These magic forces can t be used for the time being, but ...... as long as they master the method, they can be absorbed.

Thinking about that so-called "method"--

Shi An coughed unnaturally, a slight blush coloring the tips of her ears.

As time passes little by little, the color of the eye of the abyss also gradually become dim, and finally, only to hear the "bang" sound, the eye of the abyss exploded, turning into a silent ash.

The lines of the spell on the ground dimmed.

Shi An stumbled a bit and half-kneeled on the ground.

He's half-dragon at the moment.

Silver-white wings tore through clothing, densely covered in delicate scales spreading out behind them, and a long dragon's tail appeared, flicking from side to side restlessly.

The golden ruddy vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and fire flickered in the bottom of his eyes.

The powerful pressure that belonged only to the dragon escaped from his body and pressed down like a huge invisible stone.

*

On board.

A short encounter has ended.

Due to the loss of the advantage of sneak attacks, the mercenary side quickly exposed its lack of strength.

Several of their ships were destroyed, and the remaining wreckage sank slowly and silently within the cold waters, and within seconds had been swallowed whole.

And while Mu Hang's ship wasn't as bad as that, it was left with a lot of wounds on the hull, part of the engine was inoperative due to water ingress, and the ship's crew was scurrying around as fast as they could to patch up the breach in the lower hold and try to salvage the current decline.

Mu Hang walked on the mercenary's remaining ship, the soles of his black boots stepping on the hard deck, leaving one bloodstained footprint after another.

Wen Yao is injured on his left arm, but it's not a big deal.

She came over and reported the battle to Mu Hang.

After listening in silence, Mu Hang asked, "Were there any survivors left behind?"

Wen Yao: "Yes."

Mu Hang nodded.

This night attack by the mercenaries was actually good for him.

Mu Hang The first thing he did when he came to the Rost area this time was to track down and clear the location of the mercenary base.

Because, if they wanted to attract the dragon, they had to get the dragon's treasures, but they were in the hands of the mercenaries.

This time, this group of mercenaries took the initiative to send them to the door, which could be said to be very timely.

But ......

Mu Hang's mind was not here at the moment.

He raised his head and looked in a certain direction where the fire had just lit up.

Now that the flames had gone out, all that remained was the darkness of the night fog, as if the earlier bright spots of light had been nothing more than Mu Hang's illusions.

Mu Hang frowned and turned his head toward Wen Yao:

"Is there a magic detector?"

Wen Yao was stunned, obviously not expecting Mu Hang to ask for this.

After all, the fight is over now, isn't it?

She quickly slowed down and didn't ask any more questions, but unhooked the detector she had at her waist and handed it over.

Mu Hang picked it up.

He walked to the side of the deck and turned the probe on.

A few seconds later, he walked back and tossed the detector back to Wen Yao.

Mu Hang's voice was cold and indifferent, "I'll leave this place to you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked with a hurried pace in the direction of the ship, his slender back quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Wen Yao subconsciously looked down towards the detector.

She was slightly stunned.

Although the amount is small, the ...... detector seems to have captured a bit of magic from the abyss.

Strange, this is clearly on the surface of the sea, how could there be fluctuations of abyssal magic?

*

The three demonic creatures shivered and cowered in the corner, nervously watching the half-human, half-dragon teenager not far away, fearing that he would lose his mind again as he did the last time, and start attacking and slaughtering indiscriminately.

The magic worm asked carefully, "Da ...... lord, are you okay?"

Extremely long seconds passed.

Shi An slowly closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath.

Silver-white scales slowly faded from his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to the pitch black they were when he was human, and the wings and tail behind his back were controlled to retract a little.

Shi An slowly stood up and said in a slightly muffled voice, "...... okay."

He lifted his head and glanced toward the sky.

With the disappearance of the Eye of the Abyss, this abyssal rift was also dissipating, the invisible wall that had previously blocked it out was gone, and the raging seawater was rapidly pouring inwards, in a split second, it hadn't passed his ankles.

The sea was extremely cold, causing Shi An to shiver uncontrollably.

I don't know when it started, but the sounds of the engagement outside had stopped, leaving only the sound of the sea breeze whistling and the waves rolling in.

Shi An calculated the time in her mind, then held out her hand quickly towards the three demons:

"Come on, it's time for us to leave."

*

The ground was being cleaned of blood as crew members and members of the Administration scurried by, everyone looking very busy.

Mu Hang's pace was brisk, moving quickly across the deck.

The man's eyebrows indifferent, thin lips pursed, the body is still wrapped in the heavy blood after the killing, the jacket was brought up by the sea breeze, the corners of the coat rolled and drummed, like a torn down the dark clouds.

As soon as they saw Mu Hang approaching, the members of Administration subconsciously avoided each other for fear of touching each other.

He made his way unimpeded to the cabin, his pace never stopping.

Mu Hang takes up position at the hatch.

He paused and raised his hand, knocking on the metal hatch with his knuckles, "...... Shi An?"

No one answered inside.

Mu Hang lifted his silver-white eyelashes slightly, a pair of blue, dark eyes settling on the metal hatch in front of him with a deep and inscrutable expression.

He pressed his palm against the hatch, applying slight pressure.

The door slid slowly open before his eyes.

Mu Hang looks around the circle calmly.

--The room was empty.

It was empty and cold, like a giant cavern.

At that moment, the silence was suddenly broken by the "click" of the door lock being pushed inside the house.

Mu Hang's eyes deepened slightly as he stepped toward the room.

Only the bathroom door was slightly pushed open a crack, and warm, steaming snow-white vapor escaped from it.

The teenager's dark, wet eyes looked through the crack in the door, his pale face smoldering red:

"...... You're back?"

Mu Hang looked at him and nodded.

"That ......" The teenager's face showed a bit of hesitation, he struggled for two seconds, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he said in a very low volume, "I, I forgot to bring my bathrobe in. "

The teenager's voice was even lower:

"Can you pass it for me?"

He poked a □ arm through the doorway.

The slender fingertips took on a light pink color, the extremely pale skin was slightly reddened by the burn, and transparent droplets of water slipped from the soft fingertips and dripped onto the carpet, haloing a small, circular wet mark.