The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 648 - 0645: Fated But Not Destined (Fifth Update, Alliance Hierarch Additional Update 14/63)

Chapter 648: Chapter 0645: Fated But Not Destined (Fifth Update, Alliance Hierarch Additional Update 14/63)

“Necrofish Ugly?”

Liszt heard a new term again, “Iris, could you tell me what exactly this Necrofish Ugly is?”

“Do you know about specters?”

“I know about specters and liches.”

He had met two liches, Curtis Truth and the Marquis of Bull.

As for specters, Virginia Truth had been staying in the Soul Storage Vessel in his Gemstone Space, only occasionally letting her out for a chat.

“I’ve heard of liches, which is an evil transformation that stimulates soul power. Necrofish has similarities to liches; however, instead of stirring up soul power, it uses the remnants of a soul to control the body’s material force from its previous life. I suspect that Necrofish Ugly, in its lifetime, had the level of an archmage.”

“Archmage?” Liszt’s eyes widened. Archmages were beings capable of fighting dragons alone, and for a Necrofish Ugly to have the level of an archmage seemed far too exaggerated.

“It’s just my suspicion. And it’s about the strength of the Necrofish Ugly in its previous life; it might only possess the strength of a grand magician now, but its body is very strong. I found the Fish Ugly Temple when I was younger and have always wanted to enter, but it has always blocked the entrance, and time has not weakened it.”

Knowing it only had the strength of a grand magician, Liszt was relieved.

Archmages haven’t appeared before the public eye for many years; he definitely wouldn’t believe if someone suddenly told him that there was an archmage in ancient ruins thousands of years old — time decays everything, even dragons, the top representatives of power, die, let alone other organisms.

Afterward, Liszt continued to inquire about the specific details of the Necrofish Ugly.

According to Iris, the Necrofish Ugly was a strong member of the Fish Ugly Race, imprisoned in the Fish Ugly Temple to serve as a guardian. It was ten meters tall, like a standing giant frog, but with a fish-like head and upper body. It wielded a strange trident and could release powerful water magic.

One of the spells, which Iris referred to as “Waterflow Shackles,” an advanced magic, could control the water to bind the opponent’s body and then tear it apart from the outside.

Iris herself had once been bound by it when she was younger and almost dismembered.

After hearing her explanation, Liszt turned and asked, “Ach, do you think you can defeat this Necrofish Ugly underwater?” At a depth of one hundred meters, his combat strength would be significantly reduced; it wouldn’t be easy to overpower an opponent with obvious home field advantage, especially one with the strength of a grand magician.

Ach nodded seriously, “Don’t worry, brother, the Necrofish Ugly that Iris speaks of doesn’t seem very strong. Ach has mastered many kinds of advanced magic, and Whirlpool Convergence will definitely be able to blast the Necrofish Ugly away!”

“Still, be cautious.”

Liszt touched Ach’s hair. Ach in battle was not to be underestimated; her fighting method was still quite fierce, especially original magic like Whirlpool Convergence, which had immense power.

After discussing the Necrofish Ugly, the night had grown deep.

He planned to rest at the coral reef for the night and search for the Fish Ugly Temple the next day. He also intended to use the nighttime to chat with Iris as much as possible, to learn about her rich life experiences over more than four hundred years — it would be best to forge a connection and bring Iris to Black Horse Island to serve as his personal advisor.

For now, the focus was on conversation.

“Iris, why are you, like Ach, both Sea Serpents, yet Ach was nurtured in a shell while you were nurtured inside a sea snail?” He pointed at the giant sea snail Iris was sitting on, which had a white base with brown patterns and appeared larger than Ach’s shell, with many spikes on it.

“A sea snail is also a kind of shell. Every Sea Serpent is born within a shell; there’s no particular reason. It’s just that the shells are incredibly varied, and so our nurseries are too, just as humans vary in height and weight, Sea Serpents differ in their shells and appearances.”

“When did you grow your legs?”

“I reached adulthood at fifty-five, completely leaving the growth fluid of the sea snail shell and acquiring independent legs.” She swung her fair legs, showing off her particularly beautiful toes.

Liszt wasn’t a foot fetishist, yet he almost got lost in the moment.

Still, with his extensive experience, he showed no reaction on the surface, his gaze still bright and clear, “Fifty-five, so that means Ach is forty-two this year and still has thirteen years to reach adulthood?” Thirteen years was even later than what Liszt had estimated, which was seriously frustrating.

Ach, listening to the conversation, couldn’t help but feel a bit of disappointment — though every woman naturally pursues youth, it’s also natural for the underage to want to grow up quickly.

But Iris just smiled, “Who knows about the future, when I had no legs, I longed for them, and yet, once I grew a pair, I couldn’t help but miss the times when I was without.”

“Your words are always very philosophical.”

“Perhaps it’s because I’ve seen so much.”

“You must have come into contact with many humans in your life,” Liszt asked.

There was a momentary unfocused look in Iris’s eyes.

Then, shaking her head, she said, “I once stepped onto land, and I sought love, but in the end, the sea suited me better… However, I still recommend that young humans and young little sea monsters seek love. Only by loving can one know the depth of affection, and only by being hurt can one appreciate the value of innocence.”

In an instant.

Liszt felt a literary youth’s aura surrounding Iris.

Perhaps she was not just a singer of the great sea but should also be a minstrel upon it.

“Then, can you tell me the story of your life on land? Although I am a knight, I am also a historian, compiling a monumental chronicle on the history of the continent’s transformations, titled “Dragons Fight in the Wild”. I hope to gather some forgotten history from you.”

To add credibility, he took out the beginning chapters of “Dragons Fight in the Wild” from the Gemstone Space. The book, which had been long abandoned, was handed to Iris for her perusal.

Taking the thick leather-bound book, Iris briefly flipped through a couple of pages and then handed it back, “I don’t recognize Serpent Script, all my interactions with humans occurred in the Eagle Kingdom.”

It was just as well she didn’t look further.

Beyond those beginning chapters, the rest was blank.

Liszt put away the leather-bound book and said, “Then tell me your story.”

…

Like most naïve and daydreaming young girls.

After Iris grew her legs, she inevitably became keenly interested in humans, sneaking up to the coast at night to eavesdrop on their lives.

Eventually, during one eavesdropping session, she was discovered by a villager.

The villager was surprisingly shrewd, not exposing her on the spot or chasing her away, but instead, lured her to stay at his home and then informed his landlord.

He was a handsome young noble who fell instantly in love with Iris’s stunning beauty. Iris too quickly indulged in the young noble’s sweet nothings, experiencing a blissful mermaid romance. But in the end, the noble abandoned her to marry a noble girl.

After crying, she returned to the sea.

Decades later, when she heard of the noble’s death, she quietly returned to the land to attend his funeral in secret. The scenes at the funeral allowed her to let go of the hurts from the past, and she started to learn human magic, attempting to travel across the continent to experience more of its customs and people.

“But that only lasted half a year, the inland environment was too harsh, and my skin became drier day by day. So I gave up traveling and returned to live in the sea,” Iris said with a sigh, “After that, I would occasionally live in other sea areas, but with frequent stops, I still stay in the waters that gave birth to me.”

That was Iris’s life.

There were no rugged hardships or life-and-death separations. Even her sole heartache was just being abandoned by a noble—the noble knight actually still loved her, but his noble status compelled him to marry a human wife and sire heirs to continue the family line. Thus, he abandoned the sea monster.

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The sea monster’s distinctive appearance and the inability to give birth.

It was fated that mermaids could have kismet without destiny.