Goblin Dependency

Using body-part materials from shark beast monsters as the main ingredient, the streamlined, highly stylized appearance of the [Abyssal Stream] armor allows its wearer to maximize their mobility in the water.

The front of the chest is slightly sunken, and the vortex-shaped carved pattern there is currently emitting a faint blue glow. The special effect of the Equipment[Marine Creature]is quietly taking effect, extending the wearer’s breathing time underwater.

At the same time, it was almost entirely designed specifically for combat in an underwater environment, with corresponding enhancements in movement speed and Energy Consumption.

This let Xia Nan, who had already downed an Underwater Breathing Potion before jumping off the deck, move beneath the waves like some kind of aquatic creature, bringing his Combat Ability into full play.

He withdrew his gaze from the corpse of the last Fishman Priest, whose head he had just lopped off and who was now thoroughly dead.

Xia Nan glanced at the Dragon Descendant Ranger Sarisa in the distant water, her body stiff as she stared in his direction, and he made a hand gesture to her, signaling that she should swim back to the ship.

Then he decisively turned and swam off to support Lorin and the others.

At the moment, the only two Fishman Mage on the field had both been decapitated by him; Xia Nan had perfectly completed the tasks he was responsible for in the plan.

And next, whether for the sake of the upcoming Moon Tide Banquet, or for the sake of the bonds he had built up with the crew over this time, he could not possibly stand by and watch in the face of that ferocious Windkind Octopus; he had to hurry over and help.

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No one knows the origin of the Windkind Octopus.

When Humans first set foot into this sea, which is filled with savagery and mystery, this ancient, dangerous Demon was already dwelling here.

Its name comes from the Sea Barbarians who lived here in ancient times. These local natives called it "Kresr-Vndr," meaning "the tentacled monster that calls the storm."

Under normal circumstances, an adult Windkind Octopus is not very large; the type encountered by the Vengeance Blade Blade Ship Group, with a body about one-third the size of a sailing ship, is the minority.

Their skin is dark brown, they possess eight thick and powerful tentacles, and the horn-like spike near the back of their head can emit a blaring sound like a Horn, manipulating airflow and summoning storms.

The Magic Particles gathered in the process also have the ability to influence the emotions of living creatures, causing prey to approach without realizing it.

Compared to the various Fishman that can be found in almost every corner of the ocean like goblins, Windkind Octopus are extremely rare, and are basically solitary creatures. Not even the details of how males and females court and mate are known to anyone.

Even in the entire field of marine biology, no scholars have conducted related research, leaving the world with little understanding of this Demon.

What is certain, however, is that the Windkind Octopus is extremely dangerous.

Perhaps it does not actively attack Humans, but its hunting habit of using the horn on its head to summon storms also means that by the time you hear its Horn call, you have already fallen within the hunting range of this brutal Demon.

With its rare Spiritual Attack and the harsh conditions of a storm at sea, unless you are prepared in advance or possess outstanding individual qualities, encountering one basically leaves only a single outcome: sinking.

Even for adventurers who can barely maintain their sanity under the Horn’s call, the Windkind Octopus’s own exaggerated physical attributes as a Demon are enough to plunge the vast majority of low-Level professionals into a hopeless Abyss.

"Boom!"

The thick tentacle, its surface slick with mucus, swept through from the Mysterious depths of the sea with a momentum so exaggerated it seemed it could almost squeeze the seawater apart, carrying a terrifying, awe-inspiring force.

A few unlucky Fishman lackeys were accidentally caught in the sweep and were instantly reduced to shattered chunks of flesh amid a cloud of blood.

Lorin reacted in time, kicking hard against the seawater with both feet and awkwardly dodging the Demon’s attack.

Her long, fiery-red wavy hair drifted wildly with the current, and the surface of the [Scale Fire Saber]in her hand flickered with unstable firelight.

The corner of her eye swept over her nearby companions; seeing that none of them had suffered any serious injuries, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Their Professional Levels were indeed not low, but underwater, facing such a massive, enraged octopus Demon, it was truly difficult to inflict effective damage in a short time.

Strictly speaking, they simply couldn’t find an opening.

The force behind those eight flailing tentacles was far too overwhelming. Judging from the way the twin warriors Rein and Gordon, despite preparing in advance and even using defensive-type Battle Skills, were still left spraying blood from their mouths and noses after a mere graze, if anyone were to take a direct hit, even if they didn’t die, they would likely be forced to retire from the battle on the spot, losing all Combat Ability.

"What should we do next?"

Lorin’s mind spun rapidly as she contemplated their next move.

Fortunately, as the wolf-like howls continued to echo through the water, the frequency of the sharp Fishman cries around them was dropping lower and lower.

Clearly, their teammate nicknamed "Haiya" was doing his work.

Based on the efficiency she remembered of him, as long as the few of them held on a little longer, they should soon welcome a powerful reinforcements.

She had no time to think further.

The sudden disturbance in the nearby water current, and the sense of danger that burst in her chest, made Lorin instinctively twist her body and retreat to the side, narrowly avoiding another tentacle strike.

The intense pain coming from the horn on its head had already made the Windkind Octopus regard the small adventurers in front of it, who dared to provoke it, as targets that had to be repaid in kind.