Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 739 - 739 736 Leaving Holy Land Island

?Chapter 739: Chapter 736: Leaving Holy Land Island Chapter 739: Chapter 736: Leaving Holy Land Island Deep within the cavern, the “Dark Gate” had been closed, yet the entirety of Holy Land Island continued to spout an increasing number of Profound Demons—this small island, formed from parts of The Saint’s own body, was trembling. Deep, thunderous roars and strange buzzing noises echoed from the depths of the mist, like the rumblings of a great beast’s belly. Countless bizarre silhouettes flitted in and out of view within the mist; with each passing second, shadows solidified into tangible forms, wantonly attacking the unwelcome visitors who had set foot upon the island.

Duncan and his party left the cave and, after successfully regrouping with Fenna, Amber, and others who had stayed in the valley, began to retreat toward the coast.

The earth shook, and from deep within the valley came the thunderous cracking of exploding rocks. Chaotic screams and mumbling whispers reverberated everywhere like nightmares. Indescribable shadows coalesced in the mist, while omnipresent malice wrapped in cold currents howled, piercing through the grotesque and jagged boulders on the cliffsides—within the swirling fog, the cliffside rocks seemingly came to life, with colossal limbs slowly dangling down from the high mountains. Those vine-like appendages twisted and trembled, emitting the eerie sounds of swallowing and chewing. Filthy mud dripped down their surfaces, hissing and producing plumes of black smoke upon touching the ground.

Even the clergy warriors, used to operating in the border seas, grew tense. The marines gripped their enchanted steel swords, lanterns, and amulets, vigilantly advancing while keeping an eye on the restless shadows by the roadside. Amber, sword in hand, walked beside Fenna, softly chanting prayers to the Storm Goddess while progressing. The gentle sound of waves protected the warriors’ minds, shielding them from the demons’ seductive whispers and Corrosion. The tattoo-covered Death Priest led the way, carrying the Sacred Ashes Coffer—beside him, the mist briefly dispersed, and the figures of the demons faded, forging a momentarily tranquil path home.

Upon realizing that these clergy warriors indeed possessed the capacity to handle the troubles on the road and safely return, Duncan finally felt relieved. He walked calmly at the rear of the group, devoting more of his attention to thought.

After a while, they successfully navigated through the wild inner regions of the island and finally set foot on the main road to the docks—the coastline was now close at hand.

The sound of gunfire and explosions emanated from the depths of the fog ahead, and from time to time, colossal flames burst into the sky, brightening and reddening large swathes of the heavens like a surging sunrise, an awe-inspiring sight.

“Ships or ‘counterfeits’ resembling them have begun to appear on the nearby sea, accompanied by roaming giant demons. Our fleet is currently battling those monsters,” Amber approached, the young priestess holding her Longsword in one hand and a storm-inscribed lantern in the other, her expression quite grave, “They report that one side of Holy Land Island is slowly… reshaping. Parts of the sea cliffs appear to be softening and collapsing progressively downwards. Although it hasn’t yet affected this side, the entire island is evidently ‘coming to life’ in some way.”

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