Chapter 179 Chapter 179: The Sinking Aegir
Chapter 179: The Sinking Aegir
Victoria recuperated and recovered, while Kazdel returned to its own territory with the plundered resources and technology to develop.
The major powers capable of doing so seemed to have all fallen into a cycle of researching Catastrophe weapons.
The smaller nations themselves lacked the ability to stir up storms.
Thus, this land fell into a brief period of peaceful silence.
But while the storms above ground temporarily subsided, the undercurrents beneath the sea were surging violently!
Poseidonia Sea, Paestum City.
"Mayor, external circulation pipelines twenty-seven and fifty-three are blocked again..."
"Send Cleaner Team Seventeen to clear them. Provide cover. They must hold out for at least three days until the work is completed."
If someone were to look down from above at this moment, they would surely marvel at the grandeur and splendor of this underwater city.
It was an architectural style completely different from that on land, whether it was the thin light curtain on the outermost layer or the dazzling blue energy supply beam at the city center.
The immense water pressure shielding layer even exuded a sense of science fiction.
Aegir, a nation that developed its technology relying on "archaeology." The underwater cities were not entirely built by the Aegir people.
A large part was constructed by ancient humans, and finally modified by the Aegir into suitable living environments.
They were arrogant, they felt superior, they viewed the land races as barbarians.
Yet, outside their proud underwater cities, vast swathes of black tide enveloped them.
Shadows replaced the azure seawater, gathering outside the seawater shielding layer.
Looking closer, what black tide? It was clearly hundreds of millions, tens of millions of creatures that were fish yet not fish!
Their bodies were either clad in thick scales or dark, sturdy armor plates that looked slightly charred. Varying numbers of tentacles and fins intertwined with each other.
Judging by appearance alone, these creatures were undoubtedly twisted. Some parts seemed to have grown out temporarily; the disharmony and distortion were enough to send chills down one's spine just by looking.
Magistrate Palovas's face was as dark as water, but whenever a subordinate came for instructions, he always resolved work matters with the highest efficiency.
On-the-spot approval, proposing solutions, subordinates carrying them out.
Over a year of being besieged on this isolated island had made him adept at handling various emergency situations.
Originally from Aegir's highest scientific research institution, his efficiency was terrifying.
He had almost turned into a precisely calculating instrument.
"The energy circulation device will shut down in five months."
Palovas held a piece of paper in his hand—a report from the Research Department's inspection office.
It was also this city's critical condition notice.
"Sigh."
They had been besieged by the Seaborn for nearly two years. No matter how advanced Aegir's technology was,
under complete isolation from the outside, they were nearing their limit by now.
Palovas had over ten years of experience as a magistrate.
He had witnessed firsthand how Aegir initially overwhelmed the Seaborn in terms of technology and civilization.
But relying on that bizarrely fast evolution speed, the advantage turned into a stalemate. To this day, Aegir was already at a complete disadvantage.
"Perhaps we shouldn't have abandoned them."
Even before communications were cut off, Palovas had sensed something abnormal about Atlantis.
It was clearly the most important city heart, Aegir's sole capital.
But its way of operating and issuing commands...
Abandoning the Abyssal Hunters, labeling fallen cities as "rebellious"...
They attempted to create an impression among the populace using this clumsy method:
"Aegir cities cannot be breached by external forces. The only possibility of falling is if the city's leadership welcomed the Seaborn!"
Thus, they could use this as an excuse not to send a single reinforcement outside.
Simply—absurd!
Bang!
Palovas slammed his magistrate's hat fiercely onto the table.
He knew that the moment communications were cut off, Paestum City had already become one of them.
"Sigh."
A cleaning robot swept within the room; the office was as quiet as its movements.
Unfortunately, this quiet didn't last long.
"Reporting, Magistrate! Cleaner Team Twenty-seven encountered an attack by the Deep Sea Cult while clearing pipeline twenty-seven!"
"Those scum, let..."
Palovas paused. The last external special operations team had been completely wiped out in the previous Seaborn tide.
No, there was one more—his magistrate guard unit.
"I'll go personally."
"Your Excellency?!"
He pulled open a drawer. Inside lay a gunmetal-gray firearm quietly.
Taking out his beloved gun,
As a product from five years ago, it could no longer inflict significant damage on the specially evolved Seaborn of today.
But it was enough to kill those scum!
Click—
Fingerprint authentication. The firearm unlocked.
"Let's go. Let's settle things properly with those scum!"
Whoosh!
His coat cast a shadow. The cold glow emanating from the gun body was so faint under the shadow, just like Aegir's last vestige of shelter.
......
Five months later, Paestum City fell.
"It is reported that recently, Lungmen Outskirts Beach, Siesta Golden Coast... and other famous scenic spots have successively closed for business and renovation. What exactly is hidden behind this..."
"Hey, what do you think is going on?"
"Why bother worrying about that? It's not like we go to those places anyway."
Faced with his wife's question, the man shook his head indifferently.
Even if the sky fell, wouldn't the Celestial Masters hold it up? How could it fall on common folks like them?
"So where are you going?"
"......"
The man didn't speak. He picked up his fishing rod and gear and left without a hint of reluctance.
"Hey, He Qiang, if you go out today, don't come back! He Qiang? He..."
His wife's shouts didn't extinguish the fishing enthusiast's obsession nor make him look back even once.
——————
Tongqing Lake Shore,
As Gou Wu's largest fishing spot, a large group of fishing enthusiasts had gathered here early on.
"Uncle He Qiang."
He had just finished setting up his fishing platform when a greeting came from nearby.
The voice was clear and beautiful; just hearing it was enough to make one intoxicated.
"Oh, what brings you lovebirds here fishing today?"
He Qiang forced a smile in response.
Looking at Kevin sitting steadily on the fishing platform, a large sunshade above him, with a beauty fanning him and feeding him fruit beside him.
And himself? All alone under the scorching sun. In comparison, how miserable was that?
The sour taste of lemon spread in his mouth.
Gou Wu profanity Don't think about it. The more he thought, the worse he felt. He Qiang shook his head fiercely, trying to shake these thoughts out of his mind.
A true fishing enthusiast didn't need such flashy things.
"Not really. Just catching some for lunch."
Pozëmka smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits. Recently, W kept clamoring to eat fish.
So at her suggestion, Kevin made a fishing rod himself and specifically came out fishing on her day off.
"That might be difficult then. Want me to lend you a rod?"
He Qiang couldn't help but glance at the wooden fishing rod in Kevin's hand. The craftsmanship was actually quite good; it just looked a bit simple.
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