Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 711 - 322: Ebb Tide and Forgiveness

The Fishman, knocked to the ground by the hammer, fell into a momentary blank. He looked at Wu Chang with his sunken eyes and cursed:

"Damn it, I, Da Gang, curse you and that bitch! You repeatedly desecrate the sea, my lord will surely make you regret it."

Wu Chang paused, the hammer in his hand about to strike again, and curiously asked, "Which bitch?"

The Fishman, who called himself Da Gang, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with sharp teeth and mumbled:

"Of course, it’s your Ogre people’s master."

Wu Chang raised an eyebrow, "You mean the Great Saint Mother?"

Da Gang snorted coldly, his body swelling again, growing up to five meters tall. He used his throat and chest cavity to resonate, emitting a low, ancient call.

As Da Gang’s call spread, the locals of Briff on the scene clutched their bodies in pain, their clothes tearing as their bodies rapidly grew scales along the seams of the torn cloth.

Wu Chang saw this and did not thrust the Coral Hammer into Da Gang’s mouth to forcibly interrupt the Fishman’s chant but instead stood aside, letting the other perform.

It wasn’t his turn yet.

Just as the Fishman’s curse within the islanders was completely detonated, turning them into Fishmen, a pale golden light spread from Erin outwards.

The originally damp and cold Great Cathedral, stained a deep blue by the mist, regained its color under the light.

Where the light passed, the accumulated water on the ground and walls evaporated instantly, dim candle flames flared up intensely, and faded stained glass windows regained their brilliance.

The light shone upon the townsfolk, causing their painful trembling to cease immediately, their tightly furrowed features slowly relaxing.

A moment ago, the townsfolk were immersed in winter’s biting seawater; the next moment, they lay on a spring meadow, basking in warm sunlight.

The fish scales on their bodies dissolved under the light, and the long slits and protruding eyes on their necks returned to normal.

The only one remaining in a Fishman state was Da Gang, lying on the ground.

Da Gang’s call did not cease, but no matter how much he shouted, no one responded to him with any change.

Amid the angry looks of the islanders, Da Gang was like an action movie teacher without a partner, screaming so much that even he found it pointless.

Ending symbolically with an ultra-bass, he closed his mouth awkwardly.

Wu Chang asked from the side, "Finished calling?"

Da Gang nodded.

Wu Chang swung the Coral Hammer, smashing Da Gang’s head into the ground again.

"Sounds terrible."

Da Gang shouted unwillingly, "Who on earth are you?!"

He had already recognized Erin earlier. In his impression, Erin was just the puppet of the Great Saint Mother, a failure, at most only at the Demigod level.

Yet just now, Erin had easily purified the curse of him, a bona fide God, showing a power level evidently higher than hers.

This was beyond his comprehension.

Apart from Erin, the young man with the hammer was also exceptionally unusual. He didn’t sense the other using Divine Power, yet he could injure his Divine Body with mere physical force.

This wasn’t the world he was familiar with; he felt he’d been lurking in the deep sea too long, leading to a generation gap with the outside world.

Faced with Da Gang’s questioning, Wu Chang remained silent, simply swinging the hammer repeatedly.

Dealing with these small fry in front of him, he wasn’t even bothered to use the Mamba Elbow Strike. Sheer brute force and being a Blasphemer were enough to smash him into a fish ball.

Da Gang grew anxious from the beating; if Wu Chang continued hammering him like this, he’d surely end up dead sooner or later.

"Do you think dispersing my curse will keep this island safe? I am my lord’s messenger. By attacking me, you disrespect my lord! You will surely face a deep-sea calamity!"

The Briff Cathedral, located at the center of the island, far from the coast, was made of thick stone, highly soundproof.

But at this moment, everyone heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and the heavy footsteps of something departing the sea, heading to land.

Surrounding the coastlines of Briff Island, tall Fishmen, each over three meters in height, rode the black waves to the shore, gripping shell-made blades, their eyes glowing with bloodlust.

If the living followers could not be taken entirely, they would be made into sacrifices for the blood sacrifice ritual.

They had received commands from the God to kill all living beings on the island, then sink the island completely into the deep sea.

Landing from Briff pier, the Fishmen first stepping onto the island were led by an exceptionally strong individual.

His name was Ernst, a notorious pirate who terrorized the seas during the age of three-masted ships.

In his youth, he had encountered storms and tsunamis multiple times. No matter how frenzied the conditions, he managed to sail his ship to safety.

When he returned once more to the underground tavern in Free Port, declaring, "The sea can’t kill me!" he thought he had conquered the ocean.

Until during a treasure hunt, he met the Fishmen.

In front of the Fishmen, with all his rich sea battle experience, he was as naive as a rookie.

Any ordinary Fishman was stronger, swifter, and more ruthless than he.

Twenty Fishmen capsized his fleet, ten ships, over a thousand crew members, all left forever in that sea region.

Watching helplessly as the Fishmen used nine ships for the blood sacrifice ritual, leaving no survivors, Ernst and his men chose to surrender, joining the Fishmen, and shared in the faith of the great being beneath the sea.

Under the lord’s great power, both he and his men transformed into Fishmen.

While the lord’s command was to remain dormant temporarily and not cause too much commotion, over the years, he’d secretly attacked ships at sea, incessantly consuming Life, strengthening himself.

He started becoming powerful, stronger than any other Fishman.