The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 233: 9 Underwater Ruins (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"Glub glub..."

Dragged back into the ocean by the Siren, Fisher tightly gripped the hilt of the Fluid Sword in his hand, trying to lower his center of gravity while simultaneously sticking his body as close to the Siren as possible.

After all, the only anchor linking him and this ocean behemoth right now was the Fluid Sword pierced into its body. If it broke free and he fell into the ocean, it wouldn't be fun at all.

After leaping over the Iceberg Queen and entering the water, the wounded and pained Siren charged forward recklessly, attempting to throw off Fisher on its back.

As a result, the icy seawater fiercely slapped onto Fisher's face, causing him to subconsciously exhale, emitting countless fine bubbles from the corners of his mouth.

"Roar!"

Upon entering the water, the sea beast Siren's massive size finally found its use. Amidst the frantic swinging of its body, its speed also reached the extreme.

It was as fast as a phantom in the water, worthy of the name [Siren], but Fisher on its back at this time was suffering unspeakably.

The rapidly passing seawater was like slaps to his face one after another. Even if he lowered his head to protect himself as much as possible, it was to no avail.

At the same time, under such circumstances, the sense of oppression and stuffiness brought by breathing underwater to Fisher was infinitely magnified, making him so uncomfortable that he couldn't even open his eyes, leaving him no choice but to let it take him to an unknown place.But naturally, Fisher wouldn't just sit and wait for death. The next moment, he lowered his body slightly. Instead of reaching out to protect his face, he continued to grip the Fluid Sword tightly with both hands, letting the Fluid Sword penetrate further downwards a certain distance.

He didn't know which part of its body the downward-probing blade hit, but the effect seemed pretty good.

"Roar..."

Because the next moment, the Siren's forward speed of swinging its tail abruptly decreased a lot, and the oncoming water flow also carried a bit more fishy stench due to the deepening of the wound.

"Cough cough..."

Fisher reluctantly opened his eyes in the water, but he could only see the Siren's back under his feet. The surrounding seawater clearly showed the trajectory of sunlight, but he couldn't see any reference point, nor did he know where he had been taken by this guy.

He looked up; the water surface reflecting the blue sky was also so distant. It turned out that in just these short dozen seconds or so, the Siren had already taken him down about a hundred meters.

He adjusted his breathing in the water, just preparing to continue dealing with the Siren beneath him, but as soon as he turned his head, his vision crashed into the group of twisted humanoid tentacles next to him.

Those humanoid creatures, seemingly skinless, wide open with big eyes lacking pupils, gathered in a bunch and gradually approached with a dull expression, as if they were truly the humans whose souls were enslaved by it in the legends, wanting to kill and enslave Fisher in the same way.

But the problem was, he couldn't let go of the Fluid Sword right now. If he was suddenly thrown off in the water, he would fall completely into a passive situation.

In a more serious case, if he was taken to some complex cave structure at the bottom of the water and got lost, unable to return, it wouldn't be fun at all.

"Ah ah ah~"

But the next second, without waiting for Fisher to think, the humanoid creatures on the tentacles spoke up again. Ethereal sounds from extremely close distance, coming from all directions, suddenly exploded in the water, piercing Fisher's eardrums with pain.

Just when he felt his eardrums were about to explode, the Siren below seized this opportunity to twist its body again, wanting to throw Fisher off.

Fisher didn't immediately react to this sudden movement, and his entire person instantly took off in the water, almost being thrown out.

Floating in the water, he gritted his teeth. One hand grabbed the edge of the Fluid Sword's black hilt, while the other hand tightly grabbed the head of a humanoid tentacle, making it wail in pain.

"Ah ah ah~"

The salty water flow underwater mercilessly slapped onto Fisher's face again, but the Siren seemed to have learned its lesson. It already knew that it couldn't throw Fisher off just by swimming fast, so it chose to maintain a certain speed, letting the tentacles harass Fisher while allowing other tentacles to pull out Fisher's sword.

Those humanoid tentacles had a clear division of labor. Two teams ran next to Fisher, either biting his muscles or singing in his ear, while another pile of tentacles ran to where the Fluid Sword pierced the Siren's skin to pull the sword.

Fisher controlled the sharpness of the Fluid Sword so that they couldn't get close to the blade. They then directly pried open the Siren's wound, causing the fixed position to expand and become very unstable.

"Cough..."

It wouldn't do to let things drag on like this. Fisher glanced at the tentacles beside him, thought for a moment, and suddenly released the hand holding the black hilt.

The fierce water flow pushed Fisher, who had lost his anchor, backwards a short distance. The Siren thought that his release of the Fluid Sword was due to a lack of strength, so it didn't let the nearby tentacles continue to block him, allowing him to fall back freely.

But what the Siren didn't expect was that Fisher could control the Fluid Sword very freely. The moment those annoying tentacles left him, he reached out and called it back again.

A sharp streak of quicksilver suddenly flew backwards from among the myriad tentacles. Fisher sharply adjusted his posture in the water. In the moment he was about to move away from the Siren, he grabbed the Fluid Sword and slashed at its tail.

"Buzz!"

"Roar!!"

The sharp blade slashed down along its huge fishtail. It wasn't until the blade in hand hit the sturdy fish bone that the Siren suddenly reacted in pain. It hastily let out a fierce roar and slapped its tail directly onto Fisher's body.

Struck, Fisher let out a muffled groan and fell downwards along with the gradually darkening surrounding seawater.

This slap was quite heavy. He was instantly knocked back far, far away. After sinking for several seconds, he unexpectedly crashed into some hard object behind him.

He actually landed in the sea, but it was less than a few hundred meters from the surface.

Just now, he was wholeheartedly fighting the Siren, so he didn't pay much attention to the hazy surrounding environment. Only after falling from the Siren's body this time did he find that he had actually been taken to the edge of an underwater mountain's cliff, about six or seven hundred meters away from the sea surface.

And this was also the highest point of this underwater canyon. Just a little further back, below was a bottomless black deep sea.

Fisher stood at this spot within the vast ocean. Facing the dark and unknown sea ahead of him, he inevitably felt a sense of insignificance, as if he subconsciously harbored a physiological fear toward that out-of-sight darkness. This was a physiological instinct that could never dissipate even if he could breathe underwater.

He took a deep breath, avoiding looking at the bottomless ocean trench below the cliff. He turned back to survey his surroundings, only to find several items standing eerily behind him that were entirely out of place with their environment.

He carefully scanned the area and saw scattered around where he stood were several stone pillars broken into multiple sections. The stone pillars had distinct edges and corners, an extremely archaic design, and clear marks of polishing.

Looking further back, it appeared to be the ruined walls of some building. Many parts that originally comprised this structure were half-buried in the underwater yellow sand, only exposing half their bodies, proving that it once belonged to some civilization.

Here, any fragment Fisher could see was covered with seaweed and various aquatic shells. It was unknown how long it had lain dormant here, and Fisher was also unsure exactly which race had built this structure. The only certainty was that the construction technique of this building wasn't very high. The building materials basically just went through one round of manual polishing, entirely using pure natural materials.

This indicated that the race that constructed the object was still in a very primitive stage. According to definitions, it could possibly be traced back to the embryonic period of civilization... And the history of early civilization was extremely vague to modern humans; that should have been an affair from tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years ago?

Or rather, was this actually a building constructed by marine demi-humans?

Previously, Fisher had never seen exactly what buildings constructed by marine demi-humans looked like. Was it possible that since the ocean didn't provide conditions for extensive processing of materials, they could only use this method to construct buildings?

He carefully scrutinized this small area of ruin buildings submerged on the seabed. Afterward, he turned back and surveyed his surroundings to guard against danger, but the injured Siren had scurried off to who-knows-where. He didn't know if it had fled from the pain...

The loss of the massive marine beast's silhouette caused the surrounding ocean to suddenly turn quiet. Fisher wasn't in a hurry to float up; instead, he attentively observed the details of these scattered ruins, attempting to unearth some artifacts buried beneath the yellow sand to deduce whose race's creation this was.

Before long, Fisher discovered that the parts of these buildings were scattered very widely. There were some near the cliff edge, and if you followed these ruins inward from the cliff, they would vanish for a span.

Walking further ahead, you'd find similar types of architectural fragments scattered on the ground, just as if the entire structure suffered some fatal blow that caused it to fall apart.

As he walked, Fisher maintained a tight grip on his Fluid Sword, cautiously surveying his surroundings, worried the Siren might pull another unsportsmanlike sneak attack from somewhere.

Walking forward from the cliff where he initially landed for less than a hundred meters, guided by the scattered parts one after another, he beheld an exceedingly broad entity somewhat akin to a plaza up ahead.

It was a circular venue, but all that remained was the floor paved with square stone bricks. Fisher surmised that the scattered stone pillars he had seen earlier were the plaza's original dome and pillars, just that due to the excessively vast expanse of time, they had all scattered apart.

What genuinely seized Fisher's attention was a stone humanoid figure situated right in the center of the stone plaza.

It constituted a gargantuan stone statue. With its pedestal inclusive, its overall height was even substantially taller than the intact stone pillars alongside it. Despite many stone pillars having already shattered and dispersed at this exact moment, that stone statue perpetually stood in the absolute center of the plaza, weathering the trials of chronological ages.

The stone statue depicted the image of a woman standing in place. The female donned a proper long robe and presented an elegant posture, but the specific details delineating her figure were extremely vague; not even her individual five fingers were distinctly sculpted, ostensibly manifesting the sheer crudeness of the sculpting techniques during that epoch.

The majority of the massive woman statue's physiology was enshrouded with clinging seaweed. Interestingly, her entirely unfettered frontal visage possessed an absolute absence of facial features, yet paradoxically appeared supremely fitting.

Her figure was towering, head slightly lowered, simply gazing at the human before her.

Any living creature positioned before her seemingly manifested utter insignificance, but her gentle posture bore not a shred of apathetic condescension, instead imparting an overwhelming sensation of maternal benevolence...

Despite tremendous disparities regarding their imagery, Fisher hailing from Narisian human civilization nonetheless instantly identified exactly what entity this statue before him portrayed upon his initial glance.

This represented a Mother Goddess idol inherited from profound antiquity.

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