Chapter 521 – #110_The Deep Sea Witch
#521
1.
In truth, it hasn’t been long since information about witches began to be documented and stored in databases.
This series of tasks was carried out extensively after Duke Tiphereth established the location points.
Therefore, there were no accurate documents or records about the ‘Deep Sea Witch,’ who was known to have died 300 years ago.
There were only oral traditions passed down by word of mouth, or materials compiled from those traditions.
Deneb, who had an interest in various fields of knowledge, had read materials about the Deep Sea Witch.
The Deep Sea Witch, who controlled five sea monsters and was worshiped as the ‘Sea Mother’ in some islands.
According to the oral traditions,
the Deep Sea Witch could capsize a sailing ship with a flick of her finger, cause a tidal wave with a swing of her arm, and sink a kingdom with a stomp of her foot.
In other words, even if there was some exaggeration in this story, it meant that she had already surpassed the realm of a great witch 300 years ago.
“Sink deeply.”
At the same time as the Deep Sea Witch’s eerie incantation, the surging magical power spread out in all directions.
Unlike Deneb, Siwoo knew nothing about her.
However, as he vividly felt the quality and quantity of her magical power, he immediately understood what kind of being the witch before him was.
This is a fight you really shouldn’t get into.
She was an opponent that completely erased any possibility of ‘getting lucky,’ ‘using wit,’ or ‘somehow managing.’
A powerful enemy of a level he had never faced before.
Her level was probably the same as Amelia and his teacher, the 23rd tier.
He had only been caught in the aftermath of her magical power, but it felt like his legs were about to be pulled out of the ground.
‘Run away. I’ll send you out.’
‘Siwoo! No! At least try to talk…!’
Siwoo immediately whispered to Deneb.
Deneb’s magic, which had allowed the two to communicate in the noise, was still in effect.
In fact, Deneb and Siwoo had only fallen into this fish tank and were looking for a way out.
Whether it was the Deep Sea Witch herself or the machinations of a third party, they didn’t know, but if it was the latter, there might be some room for compromise.
However, Siwoo and Deneb had clearly killed the Kraken, and the Deep Sea Witch was expressing vivid anger.
The fact that ‘there is no room for conversation’ is not something that can only be confirmed by trying to talk and being ignored.
‘Even if we talk, I’ll try. First, at least one of us needs to inform the outside world about this.’
‘Then I’ll stay! There’s no reason for you to stay, Siwoo…!’
To be honest, he wanted to run away right now.
There was no one who had a hobby of sacrificing themselves for others, or being an egg and charging at a rock.
However, there were plenty of reasons why Deneb should be evacuated first.
‘You have to think about Odile and Odette.’
In the worst case scenario.
If Siwoo died here, it would end with just Siwoo’s death.
However, Deneb had twins to pass on the stigma to.
If something happened to Deneb and she couldn’t pass on the stigma, it would be a tragedy for the twins as well.
‘Siwoo…’
‘Run now. Now!’
Therefore, before the Deep Sea Witch began to use her full power, Siwoo’s top priority was to send Deneb out.
“What are you chattering about?”
Either way, Deneb was out of magical power, so she wouldn’t be of any help by his side.
“Bloom!”
This was the only way.
-Fzzzzzt!
A blue circle appeared beneath Deneb’s feet.
The coordinates for the teleportation were the distant bell tower.
Fortunately, they had been in the same space for several days, and there were no flying fish to interfere.
Moreover, Deneb’s magical power was almost depleted, so it was possible to execute the teleportation immediately without complex calculations.
He only had to consider and apply the variables caused by the magical power emitted by the Deep Sea Witch.
“Siwoo, you have to be safe…! I’ll definitely come to save you…!”
After Deneb’s body disappeared, he saw her pass through the portal.
As soon as he confirmed that, Siwoo, who was covered in armor from head to toe, prepared for battle.
Let’s calmly assess the situation.
The opponent was a powerful witch estimated to be at the 23rd tier or higher.
Moreover, not only had he angered the witch to the point of fury, but he had also let her accomplice escape, and now he was trying to talk…
That was practically the same as openly picking a fight.
He had used amplification five times in a row to deliver the final blow to the Kraken.
His entire body’s magical circuits were burning like a furnace, and some places were temporarily short-circuited.
He didn’t have the Red Branch, the biggest variable generator.
Thinking about it again, it was a reckless act.
To bring about such a crisis in a situation where he had nothing.
As Deneb said, maybe he really did have a troublemaker constitution.
Siwoo calmly calmed his mind.
Let’s do what he could.
Magical power bloomed like a flower, reinforcing his armor, and a long spear was grasped in his right hand.
The Deep Sea Witch, perhaps caught off guard, was staring blankly at the bell tower where Deneb had disappeared, not at Siwoo.
Should he attack now?
Or should he take advantage of the lull in her anger and actually try to talk?
Each choice was a path that would eliminate the other.
After a brief hesitation, Siwoo chose the latter.
There was no chance of winning if he fought anyway.
It was impossible against such a monster.
“I’m sorry, there were circumstances. I would like to explain.”
At Siwoo’s words, the Deep Sea Witch turned her head.
“I don’t remember giving you the right to babble.”
As he faced her cold voice, he realized how optimistic he had been.
The Deep Sea Witch hadn’t turned her attention to Siwoo because her anger had subsided.
She had just been distracted for a moment, confident that she could handle him without paying much attention.
However, Siwoo wasn’t just relying on luck either.
He had rescued Deneb, so now it was Siwoo’s turn to escape.
In the brief moment when he was about to attempt an emergency escape through a pre-calculated coordinate teleportation,
—-Kugugugung!!!!!!
The ground cracked with a terrible roar.
The coordinate teleportation he had been drawing under the ground to avoid detection was shattered, and the entire village began to crumble like the crust of an overcooked pie.
Black seawater seeped through the cracks.
An entire city was submerged in less than 5 seconds.
2.
Going back in time a little, the Typhoon-class submarine ‘Akula’ was modified by the Deep Sea Witch.
Its scale and function were something to be proud of.
The entire hull was reinforced, giving it an almost unlimited diving depth, and it was equipped with intercontinental ballistic missiles with nuclear warheads.
It boasted combat performance that was comparable to any conventional weapon.
And that wasn’t all.
Inside the ship, which was over 100 meters long, there was a theater where you could watch black and white movies or listen to music through a jukebox, an arcade where you could play pinball or Pac-Man, a swimming pool with a fairly large sauna, and even a malt bar with a display of the finest liquors.
It had luxurious amenities that would be unthinkable in most submarines.
It would be hard to find such a great workshop anywhere in the world.
However, no matter how luxuriously decorated a submarine was, its limitations were clear.
If you had to stay in the same place for more than 10 years, even an aircraft carrier, which was called a city on the sea, would feel stuffy.
The living space of the Akula, which was inherently limited in space, was like a country house under the sea…
“How boring.”
This was the problem that arose.
“Truly, truly boring.”
R’lyeh Nukelavi was bored.
There were few people who could feel the saying ‘bored to death’ so viscerally.
She was literally bored to death.
R’lyeh sat on her throne (a swivel armchair), and a crew member was spinning the chair next to her.
“Stop.”
At R’lyeh’s gesture, the crew member quietly lowered the chair and stood behind her.
The crew members were lined up in a lounge that was old-fashioned, or outdated, with a red carpet.
The reason why the crew members, except for the minimum number needed to operate the submarine, had gathered in the lounge was for a royal court meeting.
R’lyeh, suppressing a yawn, commanded in a solemn tone.
“Give me your opinions for my amusement.”
One by one, the half-human, half-fish crew members stepped forward.
“Ice…ice floe… crushing… racing… how… how is it…?”
Ice floe crushing racing.
It was a game of ramming into floating icebergs with the submarine’s hull and breaking them.
“Rejected. We did it last month. We must refrain from going above the surface too often.”
The next crew member.
“Darts… tournament…”
“Rejected. Don’t I win every time?”
Due to the nature of the half-human, half-fish creatures, they were all slow in their movements.
One of the crew members, who had been whispering among themselves, stepped forward.
“Wreck… salvage… how… is it…”
It was literally the work of searching through sunken ships and collecting useful items, and it was the main content of R’lyeh’s entertainment life.
“Is that all you have this time…?”
R’lyeh, who was sighing, suddenly felt a tingling pain behind her eyes.
It was a signal that the spiritual connection with one of her familiars, the Kraken, had been severed.
“What?!”
It wasn’t that she had forgotten that she had thrown a fish tank at the True Ancestor witch who had come to her recently, citing a covenant.
However, according to Asmodeus’s explanation, the prey was a very weak ‘male witch.’
She had thought that he would have already become prey and died by now, and hadn’t paid much attention to it.
Her teacher’s last words were to avoid getting involved with external matters as much as possible.
“Kraken, Kraken…!”
Even if nothing else, her familiar was unmatched in terms of durability due to its size.
If they dragged it out in a war of attrition in a fish tank where there was no place to escape, even a great witch would not be able to handle it.
The news that the Kraken had been defeated was unbelievable to R’lyeh, who had been so optimistic.
R’lyeh took out a blue marble from her bosom.
The ‘fish tank’ was a kind of pocket space separated by a barrier, like Gehenna.
It was an incomplete space magic created by the previous Nukelavi, who had almost been purged, by imitating the magic of Keter.
In other words, the marble she had given to Asmodeus was not the fish tank itself, but rather an invitation, so R’lyeh could also enter the fish tank through a pass.
“How dare you kill the foreign minister of the kingdom…!”
With the anger she had felt for the first time in a long time, R’lyeh’s body was enveloped in a pale blue light.
