CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 90: ANCIENT HOLY SWORD

Everyone on the deck was searching.

Suddenly someone said, "Could it be that someone went to the treasure room to steal that treasure sword?"

Immediately, Rukaxisni became anxious too and rushed to the cabin, only to find that the door really showed signs of being forced open.

When entering inside, the whole room was empty and deserted.

"I know you’re in there! Little Tom!!"

Rukaxisni sneered coldly, raising his magic staff with one hand and aiming inside, "Just a mere mortal, come out of the ancient coffin quickly, and let go of my treasure sword!"

There was no response.

Rukaxisni immediately became furious, strode forward, and lifted the coffin lid, "That’s mine! Bastard!"

Click.

The black coffin opened, and inside, there was no trace of Little Tom.

Inside was still a mass of viscous transparent protective liquid, in which lay still and quietly was that treasure sword.

Yet, inexplicably, the viscous liquid inside seemed more crystalline and glossy, the entire treasure sword emitted a dazzling glass-like luster, and even the black coffin shell had become glossy and slippery.

"Strange, did Little Tom jump into the sea and encounter a sea monster?"

Rukaxisni was a bit puzzled, but in the end, he still locked the whole room again and left with his people.

At night.

The moon in the Abyss sky was always dim because the crystal wall overhead was one-sided, never letting through much light.

Crash.

The sea water roiled as the entire ship sailed alone on the sea.

Rukaxisni was abruptly awakened in the middle of the night by an urge to pee.

He got up in the middle of the night, used a cleaning slime for convenience, and suddenly felt he heard something on the outside deck.

"Who’s out there? Is it Little Tom?" he called out a few times towards the outside, today’s bizarre disappearance of that crewmember had left him feeling uneasy.

He opened the door, only to find that the doors of several rooms beside him were ajar, with no one inside.

"What’s going on, am I the only one sleeping on the whole ship in the middle of the night?"

A chill rose up in Rukaxisni’s heart.

Click.

Click.

Each room he pushed open was empty.

On the contrary, he felt a cold shiver down his spine, as if something was watching him.

Crash~

He suddenly heard a sound from the deck.

He grabbed his staff and carefully climbed up to the deck, discovering that the ancient coffin had somehow been moved onto the deck.

The coffin lid was open.

A treasure sword was stabbed into the viscous liquid, emitting a glass-like glimmer in the moonlight.

And beside the coffin, a person was actually sitting on the deck, quietly watching the sea.

"Who? Who are you?"

Rukaxisni felt a chill down his spine for no apparent reason.

Logically speaking, this was clearly an obvious situation.

All the crewmembers were missing at night, they must have conspired against his treasure sword, and the current scene was enough to explain everything.

He didn’t know why, but he still felt a bit panicked.

"Who are you, really? Who on earth are you??"

"Little Tom? Jack Su? Tini?"

He saw the figure ignored him, still looking at the sea under the moonlight.

"Demon Vine!" As the strongest wizard on the ship, he nervously waved his magic staff, took out the casting materials from his waist, quickly grew a vine, and stabbed at that back.

Puff!

The entire back was pierced and fell into the sea.

"Phew...," Rukaxisni breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the enemy fall into the sea and die, he slowly approached the ancient coffin, intending to reclaim the treasure sword.

Puff!

The treasure sword suddenly flew up.

The coffin liquid turned into a liquid hand, grabbed the sword, and pierced his head, his whole body was suddenly swept into the coffin.

Click.

The coffin lid closed.

Thud!

Thud thud thud!!!

Inside, it was frantically pounding, struggling, but the strength gradually diminished.

And at this moment, the coffin that devoured the enemies on the entire ship seemed to undergo a transformation.

The black coffin gradually became transparent, transforming into a crystal coffin, showcasing a world-class transparent glass-like treasure sword, and a corpse being digested within.

Click.

The coffin opened again.

A transparent humanoid like a snail, carrying the coffin on its back, constantly wriggled down to the slave ship, looking at the slimes captured one by one:

"You are liberated."

"I will slay the demon Elis and let our race reach the pinnacle."

On the deck, the creature carrying the coffin had a solemn expression, speaking aloud.

At this moment, a voice emerged in its mind.

"You must hurry, you can’t let her continue building the Tower of Babel, or else even with my power, victory is not guaranteed."

"Who exactly are you?" Tukashi asked, "Are you the Demigod corpse fallen outside the Crystal Wall Chaos, inside the Crystal Ancient Coffin?"

After all, it was so similar.

He himself was also lying in a transparent coffin.

"Who knows..." The voice echoed leisurely, this creature, essentially a snail, with the coffin being the snail’s shell, and the sword inside its body was also made of snail shell material, similar to teeth.

...

A legend began to spread throughout the entire ocean:

There is a mysterious treasure in the sea.

In a seaside tavern, a wandering minstrel shouted exaggeratedly:

"Hey! Fellow sailors, two ships have already disappeared from our Fefers Port, they say it’s a man-eating shell that blooms like a pearl, dazzling, and when greedy sailors approach the pearl, they get swallowed."

However, in another tavern, a wandering minstrel was also sharing his intelligence:

"Listen to me, it’s an ancient Crystal Coffin era, inside it hides the corpse of an Ancient God, and that corpse is lifelike, holding a Tukashi Holy Sword in its arms, with the power to destroy everything!!"

These two legends stood opposed to each other.

But obviously, the number of witnesses increased more and more.

Meanwhile, ghost ships, wiped out completely, began to drift on the surface.

And as rumors continued to spread.

Some said the coffin was incomparably huge, as large as a ship itself, sailing at sea like a mythical giant beast from the abyss!

Others said it was just an ordinary coffin size.

But there were even more exaggerated claims:

It’s already so huge that it blots out the sky and the sun, the coffin floats in the sea, a crack appears, and with a swing of the sword, huge ships split into two, the coffin opens and swallows the entire ship and its life in one gulp!

The winds and waves grew stronger and stronger.

The entire massive coffin sailed deep in the sea, becoming a slime haven.

"King!"

"Thank you for saving us!"

"Revenge!"

"We want revenge!"

All the writhing slimes began to shout.

Outside, the legend continued to spread.

Until this moment, when the massive coffin attacked an ocean port on a wall, massive waves rushed in.

"What is that??"

"The Celestial Calamity, it’s a Celestial Calamity descended, God, come quickly..."

Countless wizards, sailors, merchants, residents, gazed at the enormous crystal coffin that covered the sky and believed it was the mythological creature, and the Holy Sword.

"No! That appearance, it’s clearly the transparent Crystal Wall Coffin from outside the Chaos, exactly the same graveyard!"

"It’s the souls of that civilization, traversed the Crystal Wall, to attack our Abyss!"

Splash!

The transparent crystal coffin slightly opened a crack.

The Holy Sword swung out.

Crack!

The city on the wall frame was cut down.

Rumble!

Endless vortices swept the ocean, forming a whirlpool.

The entire coffin rapidly devoured and digested half of the city that had fallen into the sea.

The Abyss was a twenty-meter-deep well, where Li Qing initially had more than five meters thick high-energy nutrient solution, equivalent to a room and a half of food reserves.

Now, the coffin kept growing.

It was already a golden rectangle coffin as large as a laptop, with a thickness reaching ten centimeters.

Inside the crystal coffin, that transparent, viscous liquid figure emitted a cruel, bloodthirsty voice, gazing toward the direction of the Tower of Babel:

"It’s time, to go there!!!"

He swam towards the small giant half-standing in the ocean.

All the pain, all the ordeal.

He recalled the nightmare he had faced.

He was attacked by a slave capture team, turned into a Cleaning Slime, bought by a shop as a doormat, used by passing guests to wipe their shoes, ridiculed on the ground.

But this was not the most despairing, it was being considered malicious when he tried to play with a child, sent to devour stench and feces.

"Child, don’t hold it, it’s too dirty."

"How disgusting."

"Ah, don’t pity them, it’s because of the slime that the city became sticky, now they are made to clean it."

Tukashi recalled the past, couldn’t help but sigh, bubbles rising from the coffin in the deep sea.

"Hehehe."

He couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Gods created us, yet they treat us as slaves, beating us, transforming us into toys, when we suffer, they laugh, mock, finding joy in our misery."

This world is tainted, everything, should be overthrown anew.

For his own race, to launch a revenge against the high and mighty Gods.