The ocean was endless. Even when flying at a high altitude, he couldn't see any small islands within his sight. Aside from what might happen here, this part of the ocean was just the most ordinary and unremarkable place.
The only point worth mentioning was its location - it was right between the continent and the islands that the Werebeast had chosen for their peaceful life. From this perspective, it seemed to be very crucial.
This was also the reason why Su'er was waiting here.
After many probes and surveys, the Werebeast, whose living environment on land had become increasingly difficult under the persecution of the Werebeast, finally went to sea yesterday. Except for some Werebeast who had been sent out earlier and had already reached those islands, the Werebeast used the power of their entire race for this trip to the sea. It could be said that the strongest power of the entire Werebeast race was gathered on the ships, and they could repel even the Siren who were expected to come and attack.
Staring at the constantly surging black sea below, Su'er's empty mind couldn't hold any thoughts. The seemingly lighthearted conversation with Think also turned into a silence where they didn't know what to say after a few words.
Waiting, continuous waiting. Something pried open Su'er's right hand, which had been clenched into a fist at some point, and placed a cold object in his palm.
"..."
His palm was full of sweat, and it was wet. The cold wind at high altitude blew over it and took away a lot of the temperature. Su'er stared blankly at the object in his hand, a faceted object with a dark green gem inlaid on its surface.
"Although a little weak, such a struggle is also a kind of beauty... It is also not impossible to retreat now," Think did not let go of his hand to let Su'er hold the gem. Her hand holding his fingers was extremely strong, and the Elf's voice was still as gentle and full, with an indescribable confidence.
"...No need," Looking at Think's profile, Su'er shook his head hard with a hoarse voice.
"..."
In this silent silence, after some time, some tiny black dots finally appeared from where the sea and the sky met in the distance. If he hadn't been reminded, Su'er would have almost not noticed this change.
There was no anxious emotion, nor was there any eager emotion. Su'er was surprised to find that what existed in his heart at this moment was more of a sense of disorientation, a sense of confusion, a sense of... fear.
He patiently watched those tiny black dots gradually approach, gradually get bigger, and finally show their complete appearance in his sight.
Wooden ships. Some were big, some were small. The big ones could have five floors, and the small ones only had two. A row of long wooden oars extended from both sides of the bottom of the ships. They were now rowing at a high frequency in a neat manner, driving them forward at an extremely fast speed.
It was a fleet composed of eleven ships in total. The three largest ships sailed in the middle, guarded by the smaller ships.
He lightly tapped his finger on the goggles. The magnified image, which was captured by magic, clearly appeared in front of Su'er. He could even see many Werebeast with fluffy ears and tails lying on the windows of the ships, with anticipation and nervousness. They were constantly talking to each other, and there was also a yearning and laughter for their future life.
"Is everything set?" Su'er confirmed again.
And as his voice fell, the space next to him suddenly lit up. In the next moment, the pink-haired Flügel appeared there out of thin air. Jibril's body had once again turned into her younger state.
Although she had been entangled by that noisy sister of hers again after she went back before, Jibril now had no intention of staying in the recovery chamber for a few years like she did in the past after using up all her power. It didn't take long for her to sneak over again with her portable recovery room.
Being a bit slower was fine, but she didn't want to miss any interesting things, especially after she had really awakened that Old Deus with all her might. How could she leave at such a critical moment?
In fact, Jibril had come with Su'er from the very beginning when he was waiting here, but it didn't take long for her to get bored of the dull atmosphere around Su'er, so she found an excuse to sneak away to the bottom - it wasn't really an excuse.
"It's all set up~," Jibril replied to Su'er in a light and airy tone. She counted her fingers playfully as she flew backward in the air. "The things that a certain weed made before are still pretty good~. A few things that are harmless by themselves will cause a huge explosion after they touch each other. This can also effectively avoid the intuitive detection of those races with keen senses. Other than those races that can侦查 by observing time, these bombs can bypass the Dhampir's vigilance, right?"
"Whether it's useful or not depends on the performance on the battlefield, but... I'm looking forward to hearing those moles' wails as they bleed~," Think showed a bloodthirsty smile. Her gaze glanced over Su'er's face.
"Ah~, then I'll be able to get a lot of beautiful gems~, that's great~," Jibril said happily. She then put her arm around Su'er's neck and swayed him back and forth. "So, can you really do it, Su'er? You can just hand it over to me without any hesitation~"
Jibril, who did not take Su'er's immense pressure seriously, even volunteered.
Yes, this was the biggest reason why Su'er was here at this moment - revenge.
For Loise.
For the people whose flesh and blood were devoured by the Werebeast.
For all the companions who sacrificed themselves under the Werebeast's claws in the great expedition.
For the pain and torment that Su'er himself had suffered.
It had nothing to do with justice, nothing to do with humanity, and nothing to do with conscience.
It was just... revenge.
To make the Werebeast bleed and die.
To seize the opportunity of the Werebeast going to sea as a whole race and drown them under the turbulent waves, along with the hope and future of their entire race.
"No need," Su'er felt that his neck had become a rock, but he still shook it steadily.
"Are you sure?" Jibril drew out the end of her words in surprise. She leaned closer affectionately and said with a cheerful smile, "Although I can't understand it at all, you look so troubled? Why don't you just hand it over to me? Anyway, for us Flügel, this kind of thing is even simpler than you breathing?"
The pink-haired Flügel was willing to share some insignificant troubles for her friend, but she was met with Su'er's firm refusal.
"Really, no need," Su'er said with a bitter smile. He sighed and said in a low voice, "This is a decision I made myself, along with all the consequences and costs that will be caused by this decision. If I were to let someone else bear it for me... what would that make me?"