Three days later, seeing no sign of the thunderstorm dissipating, Velin could only choose to detour around it.
Half a month later, on an isolated island roughly two hundred thousand square kilometers in area southwest of the thunderstorm, Velin had Kyle guide the Floating Airship down onto the island.
Velin came to the ship's side and looked down. The beach was littered with corpses washed ashore by the waves—fishmen, nagas, sea beasts, merfolk, and more. There were countless races, all innocent victims of the natural disaster.
"What an undeserved calamity."
As far as the eye could see, there were no fewer than tens of thousands of corpses.
This island was already more than six thousand kilometers from the edge of the thunderstorm. One could only imagine how many sea creatures had died in this natural disaster.
"Kyle, cremate those merfolk, then find a place on the island to bury them."
"As for the corpses of the other intelligent deep-sea races, burn them on the spot and scatter their ashes into the sea, lest they fall into the hands of those necromancers."
"As for the sea beast corpses, pile them together first. We'll put them into the Demiplane later."
Upon hearing his lord's orders, Kyle leaped down from the Floating Airship and landed on the beach, splitting into over a thousand Low-level Silver faceless clones.
In an instant, the beach was filled with faceless clones, working together to collect the corpses of the deep-sea races.
Below deck, O'dor finished meditating, came up onto the deck, and flew northwest.
Hearing the commotion, Velin turned around. Watching O'dor fly away, he felt somewhat puzzled.
Before long, O'dor returned to the Floating Airship with two Low-level Silver necromancers in hand.
Seeing this, Velin stepped forward, drew the Knight Sword at his waist, and used