"Underwater? I'm going to see... deeper."
Peek into the lake from the edge of the ship and gaze 'right eye'.
But there is no appearance of some kind of danger between the lake and the bottom.
What you can feel at best is a chunk of fish shadow the size of a commonsense range, and there's nothing unusual about the bottom of the lake, which cut off rapidly toward the island of destination.
"- Ulysses, it's a quick exit! Travis, Garnett, Chandler! Prepare for interception! Alexia needs to prepare the most intense curse bomb!
"What's up, White Wolf's! Did you even surpent?!?
Garnett and the others take immediate weapons and alert the perimeter.
Ulysses also reacts quite quickly and tries to leave the scene at once with the maximum acceleration he has ever been reluctant.
But one more step is not enough for me to leave the safe zone.
A lake surface that rises like a mountain.
The ship that carried us is also caught at the edge of its bulge, sliding down the surface of the steep slope, sparing us from overturning with Ulysses' ship manoeuvres.
"Whoa!? Hey, White Wolf's! What the hell!
"We've been (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)! That's not an island! It was another island we were supposed to go for! You can't even see the shadows with reason!
It should have been a destination - no, the destination and the erroneous (...) acknowledgement (...) and (...) yes (...) Kojima is launched high with the bulge of the lake.
That's not the island or anything, but the top of the head of a giant monster.
Enormous enough to look up, covered in armored rocks.
A half-water giant with sharp fins across his body protrudes his torso from the surface of the lake, spreading his jaw (afterwards) and razor (eh) and roaring.
I looked up at the size of this ship that could be lightly on my hands, and we were stunned to lose our word without one left.
"Nah...... he's a half fishman, giant......!? White Wolf's! Is this guy a wild demon too!?
The emergence of a giant aquatic creature caused the lake to ripple hard, swallowing the town and causing an extra wave to hit our ship next.
Garnett grabbed the sword with one hand, grabbed the edge of the ship with the other and stomped, staring up at its giant from near the stern.
"Is that why! Such a substitute, out of standard in every dungeon!
What I thought was the 'nearest island to a particular shoreline' designated by the Demon King's Army was the head of a giant monster who someday hid himself in the lake.
The place to really aim was further back from there, and now it was an island that could see just the other side where the big waves could play.
The unexplained mysterious water flow was probably the effect of that big fat ass inhaling and breathing water from the lake.
A series of cycles of inhaling water with your mouth and spitting it out of the octopus must have created an extremely unnatural stream of water.
"For once, who is he...!
In order to gain support for the hypothesis that I derived intuitively, I put all my magic into the 'right eye'.
- I feel a crack running around my right eye.
It's not like pain again.
There is a sense that a normal phenomenon is happening, like when young teeth fall out as children, so that the skin burned in the sun peels off.
It is a phenomenon that has stopped many times before, but it is by no means a desirable change.
But I can feel the benefits of this anomaly or the feeling of "right eye" crossing over.
I can see who the monster is. I can see the secrets of my lower body hidden in the lake.
Then you shouldn't close your right eye.
At least until I get rid of this predicament.
"... I knew it! That's the same as Scoll, the Medallion Warcraft - Dagon!
Half giant, half fishmonger, the giant warcraft (Dagon) waves his scratchy arm and smashes our ship.
Ulysses turns the ship to avoid a direct hit, but it's within Dagon's purview to avoid the blow now.
"Be careful! His lower body is a huge chunk of serpent!
"That being said, I can't imagine it at all!
Immediately Ulysses repeats the acceleration and sudden transformation.
A moment late, several giant salpents pop out of the water with their fangs pointed and one after the other into the place where the ship was located until a little while ago.
The whole thing is a gigantic deviation from the usual demonic realm, and all the fundamentals are connected to the lower body of the Dagon, twisting from its opposite side like so many long tails intertwined.
Or maybe some of the serpents witnessed in this lake were necks like the tentacles Dagon had stretched out of his body.
Such a reflection kicked me out of my head once, and I kept stomping away from being swayed off the boat continuing my curvy voyage, staring 'right eye'.
"Captain! Let's get straight to the partition! It's not obvious you fought like this!
"Not at all! Ulysses! Shake it off at full speed!
I took Ulysses' suggestion and gave instructions to leave Dagon's offensive range immediately.
It is the kettle that the opponent thinks takes him into battle from a sudden encounter.
As things stand, at a time when we have succeeded in an ambush, the war situation is favorable to the Warcraft (Dagon) to our detriment - we have to reset this imbalance first.
But we are immediately made to understand that this decision was a mistake.
"Wait, Luke! Warcraft's not coming after us!
Travis shouted into his ear and I turned the gaze I was sending in the direction of the ship's progress to Dagon.
Dagon keeps us on the run, doesn't try to stretch the neck of the lower body serpent, and changes the direction of his body in a slow motion commensurate with the giant.
Ahead - the ground base where Layla and the others are waiting.
"Ulysses! Stop leaving! Turn around in front of him!
"Huh!? Are you going to die!
"Do it with the will to die! Or the people on the shore will be killed!
"... Damn! That's what I'm talking about!
Ulysses cutting the rudder with zero cursing.
With such a rapid swivel that the hull is almost overthrown and a sudden acceleration from that state - such extreme manoeuvre that it becomes suspicious that such a movement is possible for the ship, a small boat propelled by magic circles into front of the Warcraft Dagon.
Was it only my illusion that that face, inorganic as an ancient statue of God, seemed distorted as if it were pleasant the moment Dagon put it into view?