While the South Arican nations, along with Carl and other divine ssengers, declared war on the drug trafficking cartels, a scientific research team—or rather, a supernatural excavation group—far away in the southern region of Arica was digging into the history of the indigenous schools on a land where countless people had died.
This was a strict order issued by Golden Hair, as the fallout from the indigenous school incident was simply too disastrous! It was so catastrophic that a divine war broke out before they even had ti to react.
Since a divine war could erupt in such a location, if there were more places like it within their borders, would the gods of those indigenous people return?
Golden Hair absolutely could not tolerate such a risk. It was like having a bomb buried in his own ho, with no idea when it might detonate. It was terrifying.
However, this excavation did not unearth any indigenous artifacts. Whether it was because the destruction back then had been too thorough or for so other reason, they failed to find any similar sites in the area. Instead, they discovered sothing extraordinary during a coastal salvage operation.
"What is the situation?" the person who arrived to investigate asked. This was Professor Margaret, a special expert for the White House, a history professor at Princeton, and a true luminary in her field.
After suffering a crushing defeat in her debate with Professor Thomas, she shifted her focus to folklore and cultural history. It was precisely because of this transition that she received the invitation from the White House to examine this unique situation.
"It is like this, Professor. We discovered this shipwreck on the coast of Texas, roughly in a bay south of Houston!" a staff mber quickly explained. "Initially, we thought it was just a routine find, but one day, we heard crying coming from the ship!"
"Crying?" Margaret paused, realizing the implications imdiately as a look of keen interest washed over her face. "A supernatural phenonon?"
"Yes, Professor, a supernatural phenonon. We invited the bishop from San Diego to help us confirm it. After performing an exorcism, he took away three monsters that looked like rmaids from the ship. He then assured us the danger was cleared, which is why we dared to invite you over to take a look!"
The staff mber was very blunt, directly stating that this vessel held supernatural relics.
No wonder there were so many agents around, even with the National Guard stationed here. Margaret nodded slowly before stepping onto the rotting, ancient wooden ship that had been hauled ashore, her heart fluttering with excitent.
Naturally, she did not walk directly onto the deck. Instead, she stepped onto the iron platforms erected for support, avoiding causing further damage to the already fragile vessel.
Most of the wooden ship had been corroded by seawater and ti, rendering its original shape unrecognizable. The cabins and deck had decayed beyond distinction. The only section truly worth examining was the captain's quarters right in front of them.
There were people inside the captain's quarters, a group of very familiar faces. Margaret stepped forward and greeted them, "Senet? Harris? Doug? You are all here!"
"Yes, Director!" one of them, who happened to be from Margaret's university, quickly replied. "You are finally here. We have been waiting for you for a long ti."
Hearing this, Margaret knew they must have found sothing substantial. She got straight to the point. "Tell , what exactly is on this ship that requires my attention?"
"The entire ship is falling apart. It might require carbon-14 dating or more precise instruntal analysis. Therefore, the only thing we can examine right now is this docunt here, retrieved from a lead box in the captain's quarters!"
Following this remark, Margaret stepped closer and saw the lead box resting on a piece of cloth. It had already been opened, revealing its contents.
"Tanned sharkskin, a very traditional thod. The ink composition has already been tested; it is a mixture of giant squid ink and human blood. If I am not mistaken, this must be a pirate ship..."
"However, we cannot decipher the text on this skin, so we need your assistance..."
Hearing this, Margaret hesitated no longer. As an expert in this field, she leaned over and carefully ran her fingers over the replicated text docunt.
It was a docunt written in a peculiar script, and it was precisely this that astounded Margaret.
"This text uses Runes, the tribal script of the Congo from Africa, Celtic sacrificial writing, and Mayan prayers?" Margaret was thoroughly shocked.
No wonder these people could not recognize it. Among the myriad of jumbled symbols, she even spotted Greek and Roman letters, along with traces of Latin and the Hebrew Language...
Only because Margaret was truly erudite and exceptionally gifted—being an expert in linguistics and paleography in addition to a history professor—could she barely decipher the contents.
"I will dictate, you all take notes!" Margaret instructed. The surrounding group of elderly scholars remained silent, solemnly bringing out their pens, paper, and tablets as they focused on her. "This is the 'Siren,' logging today's daily record."
"The waves are growing larger, but so are the number of ships around us... The British, the Dutch, the Spanish—all of Europe is sailing toward this sea area. However, they are entirely unaware that this sea area has never welcod them!"
"We are the true masters of this sea area, because we have [illegible]."
Margaret's voice grew grave. "This section of text was scraped away. It seems this pirate genuinely discovered sothing..."
She continued reading:
"On the Runic Compass given by Blackbeard, there is a horse bone. Rumor has it that it belongs to the steed of Odin. Of course, I do not entirely believe it, but this bone pointed toward the 'Unwind Cetery.' There, I witnessed a sight I shall likely never see again in this lifeti..."
The term "Unwind Cetery" made everyone snap their heads up. They stared intently at Margaret, hoping to hear more detailed information from her lips.
Then, they watched a look of sheer terror wash over the old professor's face. "The following text is written in the languages of different races, but their anings vary slightly..."
She spoke nervously, her voice trembling as she began, "I feel we might need permission from the Great Leader, as well as assistance from The Church..."
Her words imdiately put everyone on edge. However, the departnt head standing nearby reassured her, "Professor Margaret, do not worry. His Excellency, the Great Leader, is monitoring the progress of this operation closely. You can speak freely..."
Upon hearing this, Margaret slowly resud speaking:
"The rotting corpse of a Spanish priest was nailed to a coral cross, a fragnt of a burial shroud clutched in his hand. If we can obtain it, perhaps we might acquire so powers of Heaven or Hell..."
"A crystal monkey skull of Mayan civilization hangs at the top of the cross. I have made thorough inquiries; it is an artifact of a Mayan high priest, containing the Divine Power code of Kukulkan..."
"The horse bone was able to find this place. I heard the belongings of a very famous god are buried here. It is not Thor, nor should it be Loki, so it can only be Baldr. A fragnt of the World Tree? Or perhaps an incarnation of his Divine Nature?"
"On a sandy beach on the ocean floor, the na ΠΟΣΕΙΔΩΝ was engraved. It was not a simple na; it was... it was..."
Hearing Margaret's words, everyone leaped to their feet. Listening to the obscure details, they felt their hearts tremble. "What is it?"
"It is Poseidon!" As Margaret read, black blood actually began to trickle from her eyes, causing intense panic among the group. "Professor, stop for now! Do not rush to read the rest!"
Margaret shook her head. "I cannot stop. It is not over yet!"
She continued reading. The captain's words captivated everyone, as if they were dissecting ancient secrets...
"This is not a cetery for ships at all; this is clearly a cetery for the gods... I know why there are so many divine relics here, this is [illegible]."
Everyone could see the blank space where those words should have been. What followed were large stretches of blank parchnt until the very last paragraph, which sent a chilling dread through them all.
"The Unwind Cetery, or it could be called the Coral Cetery, is a beautiful expanse of coral. Yet there, even the priests and warriors of the gods can only et their end..."
"We might need sothing special to lift the curse here, but as to what it is exactly, I am still searching. I hope you can assist . — Captain Zilubas of the Siren, sent to Edward Titch!"
Margaret's eyes widened in horror. "Edward Titch... that is Blackbeard, right?"
"Yes, Professor!" soone replied, though everyone was completely absorbed in the terrifying reality unfolding before them.
"A supernatural cetery... does that an there are countless supernatural entities and artifacts buried there too?" soone whispered, and instantly, everyone's eyes lit up with ambition.
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