Chapter 997: Chapter 385: The Seahorse Jumps
“Contract sealing completed.”
The young girl’s index finger flicked in the air, and the writing fell like flowing light, gently inscribing the final stroke of her na.
Her voice was clear, without deliberately raising the volu, yet it seed to penetrate layers of water pressure, reaching the unknown depths.
“—Oh Water Spirit, answer my call.”
What she spoke sounded like humankind’s universal language, yet not any existing language.
It was composed of the young girl’s tone, her will, her soul—unique things in this world, forming her own high-level language.
—Life Spirit Language.
As life, equal to ; as soul, subject to my command.
The Life Spirit Language echoed across sea and sky, restoring the dim jade to radiance.
A clear blue brilliance like shallow sea illuminated the night sky, not dazzling, yet clear enough to make one hold their breath.
The purest water vapor and magic power intertwined in the air, becoming a vessel for spiritual essence, about to nurture and birth a new spirit.
[Body Size (affecting ability, smaller sizes are more special, larger more physical)]
D100=48
“This is…” The young man held his breath, watching the scene intently.
Even as an Elf Swordsman—or perhaps because he was an Elf Swordsman—this scene was a rare spectacle for him.
Finally, in the blue tide of light, a figure approximately the length of the young girl’s arm slowly took shape.
“A seahorse?”
The Hero blinked her erald eyes, inspecting the newborn spirit with curiosity.
It was a pale blue seahorse, its length similar to the young girl’s arm, neither too big nor too small.
The Hero had seen seahorses in oceanic biology compendiums and in the ingredient cabinets of magic pharmacies.
Seahorses generally lived in coastal environnts, so she hadn’t seen similar magic creatures during her recent dive.
Yet this seahorse differed from those in the compendium; it was entirely pale blue, its body lines fluent as if akin to the water itself. Its long, pointed snout was nearly transparent, revealing faintly spiral-shaped grooves inside.
The newborn seahorse saw the Hero, first respectfully lowered its head in salute, then couldn’t help but twist its body jubilantly, hopping around in circles to allow its master a thorough view.
[Seahorse (Water Spirit) R4 LV47]
Strength: 57 | Agility: 131 | Constitution: 58 | Intelligence: 46 | Perception: 119 | Charm: 40
Skills: Water Penetration Bullet LV6, Sniper LV5, Water Form Mimicry LV3
Special Skill:
Summon Spirit (Water): Can use magic power to repair body damage, efficiency affected by surrounding environnt, will not die as long as the Demon Core remains intact.
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The Depraved Hero beside her didn’t care about the seahorse’s earnest display and pouted.
“A mid-tier spirit, similar to the forr Gleaming Scales. Seems lacking in substance, suitable only as a pet.”
This sharp and rciless assessnt made the Water Spirit pause in its movent, drooping its head in disappointnt.
“Don’t say that, it’s rude to it. Also, if anything, our preparation is lacking,” the Hero shook her head.
Though the Hero hadn’t formally studied Elf Study, she could roughly deduce from the young man’s explanation that the strength of the summoned spirit largely depended on the magic power and resources invested by the Summoner, apart from certain essential luck.
Truly powerful Elf Masters could even enslave spirits ford from catastrophes.
But neither the young man nor she approached the recent summoning as more than an experint and lesson.
Their attitude was not neglectful, but far from exhaustive; hence the summoned spirit’s capabilities were naturally limited.
The Hero turned her gaze back to the seahorse before her, her voice softening: “Sorry, and thank you for answering my call.”
Seeing the young girl didn’t disdain it, the seahorse excitedly nodded again, its long pointed snout swaying, nearly casting afterimages.
“Alright, alright, you can return now.”
Having learned to use the new ability, the Hero raised her hand to hold the jade tightly, and with a thought, the seemingly physical seahorse in front of her dispersed into water mist, returning to the jade.
Upon closer inspection, the previously pale blue jade now contained an additional transparent little seahorse inside, gently stretching its body.
For Elental Spirits, the Demon Core is their essence, and the spirit summoned through the Hero’s contract can be completely housed within the dium.
As long as the dium is not damaged, enough magic power can be infused to summon it as many tis as desired.
Of course, though granted life, spirits do not fear death.
As discussed between the Knowledge Hunter and the Hero, even without life, these spirits do not dissipate, rely returning to their original places.
Witnessing the birth of another Elf Master, the young man smiled, applauding to offer his congratulations.
“Witnessing sothing worth rembering, even though resonance with one’s true self is the duty of a phantom, a re possibility can leave a definite trace in this world; even knowing one’s existence is illusory, a sense of accomplishnt surges within.”
He smiled thoughtfully: “Perhaps because of this, the Ghost Ship is willing to host humankind aboard again and again.”
The Hero intended to smile in gratitude, but upon seeing the youth, his eyes widened slightly.
“You…”
Just monts ago, the youth appeared as flesh and blood, indistinguishable from a real person. Now, his form gradually beca semi-transparent, thinning like morning mist, and would soon dissipate.
“My duty is complete.” His expression was calm, a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth, “It’s getting late. Your fleet is waiting for your return. The Ghost Ship also requires cooling off and rest… so, it’s about ti to say goodbye.”
“Yes…” The Hero felt a bit sorrowful but nodded in understanding.
“No, you haven’t cleared up about the polar matters?” The Depraved Hero was quite blunt, “Can’t you finish speaking before you die?”
“As I said before, I know very little about Antarctica, and the records are extensive, not sothing that can be clarified quickly.” The youth shrugged, “So I thought, rather than giving a subjective narration, it would be more practical to directly hand over the comprehensive objective records for you to peruse yourself, saving a lot of trouble.”
Then, the youth extended his hand, and with the surge of Magic Power, misty fog gathered in his palm, transforming into a surreal to.
“This is…” Seeing the youth nodding to signal her, the Hero reached out, her fingertips lightly touching the spine of the book.
“It’s the logbook of this ship’s voyage, not just the captain’s but a compilation of all the crew’s records,” the youth replied.
The Hero did not respond imdiately but involuntarily closed her eyes.
At the mont her fingertips touched the spine of the book, the fog-ford book dispersed, but the scattered mist did not drift away. Instead, it continually flowed through the girl’s delicate fingers into her body, transforming into pure knowledge within her mind.
Even without opening the Book of Hunter, the Hero imdiately understood that this was the lost knowledge the Knowledge Hunters would spend centuries pursuing.
Housing the highly compressed extensive information in a corner of her mind, the Hero reopened her eyes.
“This precious record is being handed over to just like that?”
Although she did indeed help the Ghost Ship escape the shipwreck group earlier, the ability gained through Phantom Resonance was already ample reward.
She was indeed curious about the unknown polar regions, though not to the point of needing fulfillnt. She rely wanted to hear it like a story from the youth, but unexpectedly he directly handed over such precious records.
“Offering help unprompted… might there be a ss being shoved over this way?” Even the usually unreserved Depraved Hero squinted suspiciously.
“How could that be? If the Ghost Ship truly intended, it wouldn’t have wandered in this sea for years.” The youth shook his head with a laugh.
“After you review these records, what actions you take are entirely up to you.
“Moreover, this isn’t excessive paynt. It was thanks to you that the Deep Sea nightmare retreated. Although it wasn’t entirely eradicated, the coastal routes should soon revive.
“For a ship that enjoys hosting drears, there’s no better gratitude than this.”
Realizing sothing, the Hero’s mouth opened in enlightennt.
“I see… So in the nightmare when I rarely saw humans, it’s thanks to the Ghost Ship.”
The Hero had clashed many tis with the Nether Sea Dream, yet amidst thousands of nightmares, she rarely saw humans; most were distorted marine life forms, a few were siren-like demons.
This was partly due to the Nether Sea Dream beginning to invade the lands in recent years, but back when the kingdom’s seafaring was booming, many sailors and adventurers perished beneath the waves.
For the Nether Sea Dream, the deceased’s corpses should have been ideal breeding grounds, akin to that siren who died near the shore.
It was not until recently capturing the Nightmare Sage that the Nether Sea Dream appeared in humanoid form before her, proving it had scarce experiences of transformation before.
As the Theater Master created in the Wandering Theater to weaken soul resistance, the Nether Sea Dream should have been actively absorbing human souls.
The Hero hadn’t deeply pondered this anomaly and, upon learning the origin of the Nether Sea Dream, rely thought it might be a form of defiance.
After all, the vast Nightmare Group could hardly be speculated upon with human logic and generality.
Only now, being reminded by the youth, did she understand it wasn’t that the Nether Sea Dream was unwilling to devour, but before action, the souls and thoughts of those deceased were first collected by the Ghost Ship and sent into reincarnation.
Though the Ghost Ship is not a Great Demon, it specializes in shipwrecks, and its sensitivity in soul collection clearly surpasses that of the soul-consuming nightmare.
“In that case, we should be thanking you.” The Hero earnestly said.
“Ha ha, it’s nothing like that.” The youth laughed heartily, “Don’t ntion those spirit-transported souls being unrelated to you; the ship did it simply because it wished to.”
The enormous Ghost Ship freed from stasis silently began its voyage, its vast ship shadow covering the sea, gliding quietly in the night, rapidly approaching the Offshore Nun’s fleet.
“All in all, this encounter concludes for now.” The youth’s figure was nearly transparent, “However, this isn’t farewell forever. If you’re truly interested in the polar regions, perhaps we shall et again soday.”
The swiftly sailing Ghost Ship rapidly closed in on the Ironclad Ship. Although the Offshore Nun had previously warned the crew via the Hero’s communication, relieving them from alert, the sudden colossal entity still caused suppressed exclamations from several crew mbers.
The youth said no more, simply waved at the Hero.
“Mm, thank you, then goodbye.” The Hero waved in farewell.
Then she took another herself by the hand and leaped from the deck of the Ghost Ship securely back onto the Ironclad Ship.
As she looked back, the silhouette of the Ghost Ship had already faded into starlit horizon reflections, disappearing from sight.
[The Cause of Antarctica Civilization’s Destruction is (Catastrophe—Human Catastrophe)]
D100=8
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