Chapter 1012: Chapter 551: Soup of Life, the Queen’s Return (Part 3)

"Yes, Captain."

Six figures dressed in black, with owl masks on their faces, landed silently and quietly approached her.

They were the unique high-ranking profession [Night Owl Death Knights] of the Kingdom of Castilia, similar to the [Phantom Blade] of the Kingdom of Hightins, both evolving from the Eagles’ Nest Assassin.

The Puppet King even used this profession to establish a secret force for dirty work, the "Night Owl Court," and Isabella was clearly not lagging behind.

"Count off."

"1." "2." ... "6."

When they act, they uniformly use code names to address each other, following orders without exception.

A total of six [Night Owl Death Knights] followed behind Jeanne Don Quixote, squeezing through a wide crack into the interior of the Ark.

The other remaining personnel grasped their firearms, focusing intently to guard against enemy situations, to prevent adventurers from other forces from catching them off guard.

But only five minutes had passed, seemingly due to Jeanne’s group’s invasion, when the previously lifeless Ark suddenly awakened.

"Moo moo moo..."

"Baa baa baa..."

"Howl——!"

Various animal calls that had disappeared long ago suddenly filled the ears of all the crew.

The crowd looked up in panic, suddenly shocked to find that the surface of the tattered Ark was covered in cracks from which bizarre orange-red liquid continuously flowed, and pairs of blood-red eyes opened in succession.

Among them were human round pupils, sheep’s square pupils, eagle’s vertical pupils, dog’s oval ones, insect’s compound eyes... It seemed as if every creature’s eyes could be found here.

More terrifying was that every pair of eyes was absolutely unique.

It seemed that the owner of the eyes was naturally "chaotic," more chaotic than the Sea Monster images seen in newspapers.

This Ark did not resemble a sanctuary for gods, humans, and every kind of creature; rather, it was more of a biological laboratory for uncontrolled genetic information.

Moreover, at this moment, all those bizarre eyes collectively stared at the crew of the [Numa Nande].

Simultaneously, something along those countless cold gazes fell upon their bodies.

This time was far more direct than the images Byron and Violet saw indirectly from Heather’s memories, and the contamination was even stronger.

These crew members, regardless of Order, lacked Byron’s [Surgical Operation Table] to sever mystical connections; even a glance into the eyes was impossible to look away from.

Their pupils involuntarily enlarged, transformed, becoming exactly like the eyes they were staring at.

Drip! Drip!...

Someone found themselves inexplicably starting to bleed from their nose, wiped it with their hand, and saw that the liquid appearing on their hand was not red blood but an orange-red liquid similar to the sea below the ship.

It emanated a strong smell of rust and amniotic fluid.

"What is this thing? Gurgle... gurgle..."

Someone instinctively uttered a puzzled statement, only to find their throat, mouth already filled with the same liquid.

Looking around, all of their companions had orange-red liquid gushing from every pore.

Not only that, but their bodies began to melt rapidly from inside out.

In the blink of an eye, all the elite on the ship had vanished, leaving only clothes and weapons falling onto the deck.

The gathered orange-red liquid finally "splashed" and flowed into the sea.

The mystery of where the orange-red seawater originated was solved, but no one was left to see the answer.

Jeanne Don Quixote, who had already entered the Ark, was completely unaware of everything happening behind her, still shocked by the vastness of the Secret Realm ahead.

"So big, is this the Mythical Warship?"

The high sky, the ethereal clouds, and before her was an endless expanse of primitive forest, filled with gigantic vegetation with names unknown, as if one had returned to the Paleozoic Era.

Except for the absence of the Sun and Moon above, this place was practically a miniature version of the Material World.

However, here all gigantic creatures, whether flowers, trees, animals, or insects, were messily fused together by some unknown force.

Each creature seemed to have dozens of mothers and fathers; each one was beyond description.

Outside, the tiger and lion hybrids, tiger whales, dolphin hybrids, mule-like donkey and horse hybrids... here seemed like a clean stream in the Mortal World.

Jeanne withdrew her gaze from a plant shaped like corn, but each kernel was a different fruit: peach, apple, pear...

Feeling slightly dizzy, she shook her head to regain clarity, instructing her exploration team to count off again.

"1." "2." ... "6." "7."

"Very good, not a single one missing, keep formation, let’s go in and take a look; Numbers 3 and 7, you are responsible for drawing the map."

Jeanne waved her hand, and the group of eight stepped into the gigantic primitive forest.

Meanwhile, instead of focusing on the [Numa Nande], whose entire crew had turned to liquid, the vanguard forces from various factions gradually arrived.

The Ark was like a cunning hunter, appearing without any anomalies at first.

Once the elites of the Middle Sequence squeezed into the Ark, the weaker forces, mostly Low Sequence or mortals, were all left outside, facing the same fate as the [Numa Nande] within five minutes.

Ultimately, only empty ships were left drifting away in the orange-red sea.

In one corner of the orange-red ocean.

A large ship, radiant and glorious with Divine Light, matching any Legendary Warship of the present time, quietly followed behind the [Noah’s Ark].