He Comes From the Void

Unlike Graves, Karn and Kai'Sa are protected by void skin armor, so they can dive for as long as they want.

The opening of the cave was small, and they entered one after the other. Thanks to the void skin armor, they would not feel cold and dark here.

They have lived through the coldest darkness, beneath Icathia.

Kahn found the silk thread of the fifth axiom, waved his fingers slightly, and opened a huge bubble beside him. Then he thought it was unnecessary, and dispersed again.

Then he saw the glowing jellyfish, grabbed it into his hands and devoured it without even thinking about it. It only evolved the ability to fluoresce, and it wasn't very poisonous.

The erosion of void energy is the most vicious curse on life.

When Kahn looked towards the exit, he removed the full cover of the skin armor, mimicking it as a soaked suit, and let the cold sea water wrap him.

It was part of the plan that he couldn't get out of the water in monster form in front of the two of them.

Drizzt hadn't seen his skin armor yet, and Graves had only seen the skin armor on his hands, and Kai'Sa didn't let him see who was under the skin armor when he was knocked out by stealth before, so If they played their tricks enough, they could still fool Graves, a big bastard.

Kahn swam to a gentle stone platform, climbed ashore, and a crab as big as a human head clattered away.

Each crab had grown a large blue claw, which they waved as if to protest his presence.

Karn didn't try to devour the crabs, because Graves was checking his shotgun for water in sight, and Drizzt was leaning against a clean rock, the cards in his nimble fingers. Flying up and down.

Drizzt's appearance gave people a deliberately pretended nobility and elegance, and it was obvious that he was pretending.

Everyone else is very embarrassed, but he is the most noble. After all, he came in easily with the power of magic, so why not show off his sense of superiority?

Kaisha also swam to the exit, and Kahn reached out to pick her up.

She was out of breath, and hugged Kahn with a face of shock, as if she had experienced some life and death. Kahn couldn't help being moved by this acting skill, and comforted her with gentle words.

"It's actually able to swim over, there are two brushes." Graves touched his head, his hand was blood red: "I was so anxious that I had a cerebral hemorrhage."

If it weren't for the best sailors, it would be impossible to swim through this long waterway. Graves still admires them for their survival, after all, these are just two underage brats.

Kesha wrung out a handful of water-soaked hair, then picked up the machete, and Kahn unwrapped the tarp, carefully removing the pistol inside.

"This is the altar of Baru." Kahn looked around and found that every inch of the rock wall was carved with curved lines.

These stone carvings of Baru are engraved with many sea serpents, the offspring of Naga Kaporos.

"It's kind of interesting, maybe this trip to catch shrimps in the dark can catch something after all." Graves grinned, he had already hugged his shotgun, ready to go, as if he could just shoot it There is nothing to be afraid of.

It is not surprising to find the ruins of Baru in Bilgewater, because the entire Python Islands were Baru's place hundreds of years ago.

Bilgewater only had a place to settle when the Baru people gave up the southernmost part of the archipelago. The colonists built a new residence on the abandoned Baru temple. It took hundreds of years to build the current Bilgewater .

Baru and Bilgewater signed a non-aggression agreement. Even in Bilgewater, which is separated by a strip of water, many people have never entered the northern island to take a look.

"Maybe Illaoi knows that the crown of the abyss is stored here. She is the real person of Baru..." Kahn frowned, remembering something bad.

This abyss crown was to be used against Planck in the end, if Illaoi mentioned it, it would be troublesome.

"So what if I know, she won't show up here to fight us now." Graves laughed, completely ignoring Kahn's worries.

"The altar may be over there, there is no other way." Drizzt, who arrived earlier, has found another way out, leading to a deeper part of the cave.

The "road" that Drizzt found was almost a crack in the stone.

He was thinner and slipped through like a plaice.

Graves, on the other hand, was much stronger, and as a result, a few buttons fell off when he squeezed past, muttering curses in a low voice, belittling the other party before Drizzt taunted him.

It is said that Drizzt is skinny, and a man should have a full body of flesh.

Kahn slipped through after Graves. His physique was between that of Drizzt and Graves, and he was younger and had a smaller frame, so he easily slipped through the cracks in the rock.

And Kai'Sa didn't have any problems, she came over after a bit of chest grinding.

When they were surviving underground, they often passed through such gaps.

Drizzt made a quiet gesture to those behind him, putting his fingertips in front of his lips.

A foul stench hit his nostrils, like the smell of a slaughterhouse dock.

Moonlight leaked down the cracks at the top of the cave, but it was still dark. Shipwrecks and abandoned cargo piled up here and there, with all manner of trash and waste filling every nook and cranny, it's a hoarder's paradise.

This cave was larger than the previous one, with blue crabs constantly crawling out of a black pool of water, deliberately leading to the passage that nearly drowned Graves.

And as before, every part of this cave is covered with sea serpent stone carvings, except for the place covered by garbage.

It seems that people who carve stone carvings can only carve sea snakes...

"Do you think it's weird?" Graves frowned and looked at the garbage dump.

Barrels, boxes, boxes, nets, and fishing gear and rusty harpoons, long rotten ropes, everything you can think of, useless things are thrown aside, useful things are piles of shells and stones, stacked in strange tiers, and jars of rancid liquid on shelves made of driftwood.

A ship's anchor leaned against the wall, and a merman's head covered in barnacles was nestled among scattered stones. Her paint had peeled off and she looked like she had been peeled.

Broken masts criss-crossed among the rock cracks, like crooked top beams. Long seaweed hung from the mast, and the torn rags of a rotting sail.

These are not naturally formed.

"It's impossible for so many shipwrecks and rubbish to be washed in by the waves. Absolutely impossible, someone must have picked them up. To be honest, there seems to be a strange pattern in the pile of rubbish, but I'm afraid it's only the headstrings that have been twisted. A pattern that only a sailor knot can come up with." Graves was startled.

"Because the altar is there, and someone is taking care of it all."