A Legendary Meeting

In the impression of wizards, the Sea Demon King was a lazy demon. It had been lurking in the deepest parts of the sea for years, dozing peacefully, sometimes sleeping for a hundred years at a time.

It had become legend, become epic, rather than the reality of wizards.

The most profound impression wizards had of sea demons in reality was the four great sea demons under the Sea Demon King.

Misty, Vortex, Iceberg, and Sea God.

The Sea Demon King pulled out its own ribs to use as a keel, crafting seafaring warships for its four capable subordinates: Misty, Vortex, Iceberg, and Sea God.

The four great sea demons each dominated a region of the sea, according to the east, west, north, and south.

Even the Wizard Alliance was powerless against them.

"Nikita, come with me to meet some old friends," the captain of Misty emerged from his cabin at some unknown time, arriving on the deck.

The young banshee trembled with excitement.

In the world of demons, there were few living legends. And these captains were undoubtedly among the most brilliant. Each of them had fought and killed at least one Archmage, and destroyed countless wizard hunting parties.

In the past, she had only heard these stories from Sir Ulrich's mouth, and now, she would face these legends directly!

The banshee tightened the fine fleece cloak she wore, feeling a sense of solemnity as if witnessing history.

Under the sun, the four great ships each occupied a position, silently facing the boundless sea.

To the north stood an iceberg.

To the east, within a mirage.

To the south, shrouded in mist.

Only the dilapidated Vortex in the west, adorned with seaweed and shells, rested quietly in the sun.

The captain of Misty wore his white cloak, which had a wide hood. He hid more than half of his face within the hood. Behind the cloak, the fog lamp emblem of Misty was embroidered, flashing a dazzling green light in the sun.

Nikita followed behind him, carefully stepping on the sea surface, afraid that making even a slight ripple would displease the figure in front of her.

"It's difficult to erase the influence of something, but it's traceable to turn a big event into a small one," the captain of Misty's low voice sounded warm and amiable on the vast sea: "Like your footprints now, every step you take on the sea will cause ripples, this is the influence you bring."

"Although it's easy to eliminate these ripples with some abilities, like our current location, any unauthorized use of abilities is prohibited in this vast expanse of sea, and could lead to unforeseen consequences."

Nikita looked around nervously and with some confusion.

She felt the captain was implying something, but all she could see were the four silent ships.

From each of the four ships, a solitary figure walked towards the center of this sea area.

On the iceberg, the robust white bear shook its head and walked forward slowly.

Emerging from the mirage was a burly man wearing a triangular hat and a thick black beard.

The captain of Vortex looked somewhat disheveled, his worn leather armor covered in seaweed and shells.

But no matter what, each captain exuded a terrifying aura.

Nikita felt she was beginning to understand the captain's meaning.

For demons, there were no moral constraints like the trustworthiness of wizards; the only things that could bind their actions were balance and power.

Now, in this sea area, the four ships and four captains formed a fragile balance.

"If you want to eliminate the ripples beneath your feet without attracting others' attention, you can only create more ripples and hide the already indistinct ripples beneath your feet within them."

"The truth is hidden within that," the captain of Misty sighed, then suddenly lifted his hood, revealing a pale face.

He laughed heartily, stepped onto the sea surface, and charged towards the other three captains.

At the same time, the other three captains also stepped onto the sea surface and charged forward.

A violent impact erupted ahead, and the surging airflow, like a runaway wild horse, made the cloak on Nikita's body flutter wildly.

At the center where the captains converged, surging demonic energy rose from the ground, tearing apart the floating clouds above, as if even the sky had been broken. The seawater beneath their feet frantically dodged their steps, creating an unfathomable abyss in the center of the four great ships.

Nikita gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and charged forward.

However, her speed was too slow.

By the time she reached the captains, the sea surface had already calmed down.

Only the constantly swirling abyss spoke of the great power of these legends.

The white cloak on the captain of Misty was torn in half, and the other half also appeared as if it had been scorched by fire, revealing charred wool.

The white bear that came from the iceberg had two dark circles under its eyes and scorch marks on its body. It looked like a distant relative of China's old panda.

The captain who came from the mirage had his dark beard covered in transparent ice shards, and two corners of the triangular leather hat on his head were torn off.

Only the captain of Vortex, due to his already disheveled appearance, showed no signs of injury.

Immense demonic energy flowed continuously between the captains, and Nikita felt like she was suffocating. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. One moment she thought the captain had brought her to be an appetizer for the four; the next, she wondered if she would be silenced for seeing the captains' damaged appearances.

"Is this the little demon you mentioned?" The captain of Sea God was a rough-looking man, wearing fiery red leather armor, with messy black beard, and asked in a gruff voice upon seeing Nikita.

"You can see for yourselves," the captain of Misty waved his hand, his voice sounding somewhat weary.

Nikita was horrified to find herself floating, drifting directly above the dark abyss.

Would they fill the abyss with me? Her mind went blank.

The large white bear was the first to step forward.

It had a pair of brutal eyes. Nikita looked at its small, scarlet eyes, telling herself not to struggle, not to move, not to look into its eyes.

The great bear ambled slowly to her side, wrinkled its nose, sniffed, then circled her twice, nodded, let out a low growl, and retreated.

Next was the captain of the Sea God.

Next was the captain of the Vortex.

They came to her side one after another, as if confirming something.

It wasn't until she was back on the safe sea surface that Nikita confirmed she wouldn't be used to fill some sea eye.

The expressions of the several captains were very serious.

"How long do you estimate he's been gone?" The Vortex captain's voice was sharp and harsh, like shells scraping together. He looked at the Misty captain.

"At least ten years."

"But they were attacking everywhere in the first few years, capturing many of our crew members, and they were very active," the Sea God captain said, stroking his large beard.

"Just putting on a brave face."

"Do you know where he went?"

"Perhaps exploring newly discovered worlds, perhaps lost on some star road, perhaps on a whim during his travels, he burrowed into some cave to go into seclusion." The Misty captain grinned, laughing silently: "Or maybe he died of old age. Everyone knows he's very old."

Nikita's mind was in a mess; she vaguely guessed who these captains were talking about.

Her face turned ashen, and she covered her mouth in terror.

"If your guess is correct, then it is indeed worth our full effort to venture," the Sea God captain glanced at the Banshee, then looked back at the Misty captain, his voice sounding very dull: "But before that, we need to test the waters."

"For peace of mind, each of us must try," the Misty captain pulled his hood back up, his dark blue lips twisting with pleasure: "And I will be the first to test."

On the way back to the ship, the Misty captain didn't say another word.

It wasn't until they reached the side of the Misty and stood on the sea surface, looking up at the towering hull, that he spoke again: "Don't you want to say something?"

He glanced at the Banshee.

"If you require it," Nikita's demeanor was even more humble and obedient than when she first saw the captain.

The Misty captain nodded with satisfaction.

"You must have guessed something just now."

"Since I've guessed, it's best to keep it to myself. Those wizards have so many strange spells, I don't want them to know yet."

The Banshee prostrated herself on the sea surface, trembling.

"Don't be afraid, you're still useful," the captain pulled her up, looking at her pale face: "You mentioned earlier that you could get on the flights to First University, which is good. I'll give you a month. If you succeed, you can officially become a crew member of the Misty. If you fail."

The captain smiled: "The wizards will love a lich who walks into a trap."

Nikita blinked, the pallor on her face slowly receding, and she regained her charming smile: "As you wish, my lord."