Demigod Priest

Yang Mu was so fearless because he had seen through this long ago.

With a single blaze burning away all the souls, this round of material gathering was complete. He had not expected it to be so easy.

Sensing Yang Mu's summons, the Undead happily emerged from the shadows of the seabed and headed for the island once more.

Just as Yang Mu finished collecting everything and had Jack and the others help carry the materials, in an underwater city beneath the sea—

A somewhat hunched Fishman Priest holding an agate scepter sensed the mass deaths of the offspring it had transformed. It abruptly rose and headed for the surface.

Having just loaded all the Fishmen onto the Undead, Yang Mu was about to board when he suddenly stopped. He looked toward the sea surface and narrowed his eyes.

"Third Order Demigod?"

Towering waves surged, and atop them stood the hunched Fishman. It looked ancient and frail, but a closer look at its build would reveal that it stood over five meters tall.

"Human? Were you the one who killed my transformed offspring?"

Yang Mu's already narrowed eyes shrank further, nearly becoming a line.

Transformed offspring. They were actually transformed offspring. That meant that as long as he captured this old Fishman, he could obtain an endless supply of Fishmen.

So-called transformed offspring were actually a form of contamination. Higher lifeforms used their own life aura to contaminate lower creatures, transforming them into members of their own race and granting them similar traits.

Moreover, these transformed creatures formed a special bond with their transformer. For example, they would develop feelings similar to those between parent and child, and would obey the transformer's commands to a certain extent.

In Yang Mu's eyes, this old Fishman was practically an inexhaustible gold mine.

Not all higher lifeforms possessed this ability to contaminate others. For example, Mages and True Dragons, creatures that stood at the pinnacle of the Infinite Worlds, lacked the ability to create transformed offspring.

Such races were rather rare in the Infinite Worlds, and useful ones were even rarer. Many races with this ability were of little value, most of them being elemental creatures.

This was only the sixth time Yang Mu had encountered a bloodline creature like this. If properly developed, it would become an exceptionally stable source of income.

Of course, the biggest problem right now was not whether it could make money, but that he might get beaten to death.

Seeing that Yang Mu had not answered for a long time, the Fishman Priest on the waves did not ask again. It raised its scepter, and a deep-blue radiance lit up from within it, shining toward Yang Mu.

An unprecedentedly grave expression appeared on Yang Mu's face.

The protective magic items on his wrist shattered one after another, forming dozens of layers of defensive magic before him in an instant.

The Spiral Shield he had completed not long ago also appeared before him. All of this was merely to buy enough time to say one sentence.

"I call upon your arrival, Alijiansi."

Bang! Bang! Bang! The defensive spells before Yang Mu shattered one layer after another like fragile glass.

The moment the final Spiral Shield was shattered by the blue light, a towering figure appeared before Yang Mu. It had wings on its back, the head of a long snake, flames all over its body, and reeked of sulfur.

It blocked the blue radiance for him.

"Annoying power of the deep sea."

"Oh, by the Demon Lord, what have you gotten yourself into now? A priest of the Lord of the Deep? Oh, my lord, I never should have signed that damned contract."

The Demon Alijiansi, having just answered the summons, let out a weak groan upon seeing its opponent. Then, without hesitation, it turned into a streak of red light and charged at the Fishman Priest.

It had no choice. Yang Mu's contract was simply too cruel. It had to ensure Yang Mu's survival, or it would be the one to suffer.

"Move, move, move! Jack, Jack! What are you standing around for? Get aboard! Do you want to fight that Fishman to the death?"

At Yang Mu's call, the crew scrambled aboard. The Undead did not pause for even a moment, immediately sailing toward the outer seas.

Yang Mu was extremely tempted by the old Fishman's ability to create transformed offspring, but he was also very clear about the limits of his own strength.

If it were a Second Order creature, he could still handle it. But a Third Order Demigod was not impossible to kill—it was simply too costly and not worth it. Killing it would bring little benefit anyway. What he wanted was to capture it alive and use it to continually transform Fishmen.

So he decisively fled. Once his strength improved, he would return and capture that Fishman, putting it to work as a gold mine.

The waves surged into the sky, forming a massive hand that reached for the Undead. It blotted out the heavens, and the Undead looked like an ant before it.

"Death Breath!"

"Demonic Flame!"

Yang Mu and the Demon Alijiansi attacked at the same time. A wall of fire rose before the giant hand, while a frigid flame like the breath of an Undead True Dragon struck it, freezing its surface solid.

The giant hand paused, and the Undead, sailing at full speed, narrowly shot through the gaps between its fingers. Several tentacles desperately paddled against the sea surface, accelerating the ship.

The Demon Alijiansi also breathed a sigh of relief and tightly entangled the Fishman Priest, no longer allowing it a chance to attack the fleeing Undead.

Only after the battling Fishman Priest and Demon Alijiansi had vanished from sight did Jack and the others collapse onto the deck.

That enormous hand made of seawater had made them feel as if they had witnessed a god.

"What was that just now?"

Jack muttered the question, and Yang Mu answered calmly.

"Just a Demigod priest of some god. We'll go capture him after a while."

After saying that, Yang Mu vanished from the deck and entered the middle deck.

An eerie silence fell over the deck, lasting for a long time.

"Boss Jack, do you think something's wrong with the captain's head? Did Higgs's death hit him too hard?"

A crewman pointed at his own head as he spoke.

Though Jack wanted to nod, because if Yang Mu was not insane, how could he say they would go capture a Demigod priest after a while?

Just listen to that. That was a Demigod, not some stray cat or dog. After witnessing that terrifying display, he felt it was already their greatest fortune that they had not been crushed to death. And they were supposed to go back and cause trouble for it?

Were they tired of living?

Yang Mu could not care less about that. Once his strength improved and he reached Second-Level Wizard, he would have plenty of ways to capture that Fishman Priest.

For now, he would let it enjoy itself for a little longer.

During the journey back, Yang Mu began using the Fishman corpses to brew large quantities of Merfolk Potion. A larger Fishman could yield twenty-five or twenty-six bottles, while even a smaller one could make more than ten.

More than a hundred Fishmen were enough to brew over two thousand bottles. However, Yang Mu did not have enough supplementary materials, so after brewing over four hundred bottles, he stopped. The supplementary materials had been completely used up.