Chapter 1045: Chapter 559: Tree of Life, Old Gods’ Host_4

The consciousness followed into a Fourth Order Incarnation of itself.

Core Zone of the North Sea Region.

After the Deep Sea Defense Line roughly secured a victory, a Fourth Order Incarnation led part of the core personnel aboard another Legendary Warship, the Dragonhead Ship Valhalla, to leave the battlefield early and arrived here.

The storm continued unabated and even more violently.

The four Wild Hunt Servants, originally from the Deep Dive Church, led by Freya, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, formed a circle around the Forbidden Book, the Spiral Burial City Manual.

Holding ritual knives, they sacrificed many half-human half-fish deep sea kin.

An intangible ripple, between reality and the dream realm, emanated in circles from the Forbidden Book.

Countless colored bubbles rose from the water beneath the ship, as though something was constantly rolling underwater.

Mother, the Mermaid Princess Heather, and cousin, the Sea Magician Saranthe, each gripped their Zero-Level Sacred Relic, the Sea King’s Trident.

They drove the "gaseous" trident, capable of commanding all sea creatures, to exert its maximum might.

Heather then invoked her core witchcraft, from her secret arcane art "Alice’s Pillow Book," called Alice in Wonderland, softly humming a lullaby she only sang for Byron:

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mother’s hands gently rock you. The cradle rocks you to sleep fast, sleep in the cradle, warm and at ease..."

Amidst the singing, although the force underwater was chaotic, it was entirely controllable.

Besides them, there was another person present.

Once the Great Shaman, now Archbishop of the Yucatan Diocese, the Mountain Demon Bear Sivater, held a somewhat familiar colored pottery jar in his hands.

Byron had once traveled as a Starlight Body into the collective unconscious ocean of the Tenor People, tracing the origin of the birth of the Touch of the Kraken.

When the Taya Empire collapsed, the Slumbering God Kraken sent a tentacle incarnation, the Touch of the Kraken, back to the material world through a massive blood sacrifice and self-procreation.

After causing enormous casualties, it was lured into a small lake by the Great Shamans of the time, drained of water, and continuously scorched by the Sun God Kinich Ahau using one of the crystal skulls to significantly weaken the power of the Touch of the Kraken.

After months of drought and exposure, it was finally successfully sealed into a vividly colored pottery jar, which was also the First-Class Holy Relic of the natives, the world’s first Colored Pottery Jar - the Cooking Pot.

This treasure symbolized the beginning of the Neolithic era, with epoch-making significance, using the opposing power of fire on it to once again cause the Old God’s tentacle incarnation to fall back into eternal slumber.

As long as it did not come in contact with seawater, it remained safe.

Until, after a long time, it was stolen by the Bloodthirsty Cult that wandered to the Bantaan Archipelago, and eventually ended up in the hands of the White Rose York Family.

In Iron Anchor Bay, they planned but failed, planting a time bomb for themselves and causing a subsequent series of national collapses because of a small Nation-Destroying Nail:

"Cannon latches break, warship capsizes; warship capsizes, Old God escapes; Old God escapes, fleet is annihilated; fleet annihilated, privateer ships are summoned;

privateer ships summoned, Golden Deer enlisted; Golden Deer enlisted, Byron becomes Pirate General..."

The pottery jar, initially used to seal the Touch of the Kraken, had already dissolved and was destroyed in the sea, and they certainly didn’t have a second one.

But Byron possessed the Authorities of Transformation and Deceit.

He specifically brought a First-Class Holy Relic, the Iron-smelting Blast Furnace, and turned it into the jar that had sealed the Touch of the Kraken for hundreds of years.

Just like Demon King Bick being scared by a rice cooker, it was intimidating enough.

Using a multi-pronged approach, in a short time, guiding the Touch of the Kraken to fight to the death against Noah’s Ark shouldn’t pose much of a problem.

Beep beep beep...

Soon, like the night of family annihilation that returned to Lancaster, a nauseating and repulsive dissonant flute sound came from the depths of the storm, suddenly piercing through the rain and into everyone’s ears.

The sea beneath the Dragonhead Ship Valhalla was inexplicably dyed pitch black by an unknown entity.

As if some enormous creature was lurking in the dark night, emitting a sticky, low roar, and exuding a terror-filled stench that nearly seeped into the bone marrow.

Boom——!!!

A massive amount of seawater was flung into the air, and an enormous creature, covered in ashen-white writhing tentacles, broke through the water’s surface.

It released an illusory dreamlike state as if sleepwalking, spiraling the Legendary Warship towards the ever-closer orange-red sea.