Warlock Apprentice

You’re dozing off, and then you wake yourself up from a dream, downright infuriating the navigator!

Angry, he turned and walked back inside.

But at that moment, a cry of anguish suddenly came from the nearby sea. The old navigator stopped in his tracks and turned to look, only to see the sea churning in the distance, and shortly after, the carcass of a white whale floated up.

The most shocking revelation was that the white-bearded whale’s head had an extra hole, from which a copious amount of blood sprayed out, dyeing the seascape even deeper under the night sky.

The sailor trembled as he pointed at the white-bearded whale, “That seems to be… the one from before?”

The old navigator scrutinized the wound on the head of the white-bearded whale, seemingly remembering something, his pupils suddenly constricted, “Bad news, it’s a whale-hunting sea demon! Quick, inform the crew, turn the ship immediately!”

The sailor nodded hastily and ran haphazardly towards the direction of the crow’s nest, where there was a platform that could communicate directly with the control room.

However, before he could reach the crow’s nest,

a mere hundred meters from the freighter, a surge of waves suddenly rose, and a male sea demon wielding a trident emerged from the surf!

The old navigator stared at the sea demon’s blood-red eyes, brimming with cruelty and bloodlust, and couldn’t help but freeze in horror, murmuring involuntarily, “We’re doomed…”

Whale-hunting sea demons are generally male. They have a humanoid appearance, but their ears are shaped like fish fins, with gills behind them. Their upper body resembles that of humans, but below the waist, they possess either a fish tail or a snake tail.

While they are called “whale-hunting” sea demons, it doesn’t mean they only prey on whales.

This is merely a reference; being able to hunt whales in the Whisker Sea signifies that they stand at the very top of the Whisker Sea food chain!

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Above, on a gondola concealed by an illusion technique.

Popota was still in a daze, one moment they were in the windless belt, but then Angel suddenly waved his hand, summoning a door. Next thing they knew, they were outside the windless belt?

“Is this, is this your creation of magic? But, why would it be from the Space Series?” Popota looked at Angel with astonishment and confusion.

However, Angel didn’t respond, his face pale, looking utterly exhausted.

Angel had not expected that merely transferring a few nautical miles would completely deplete his Magical Core!

According to his calculations, this shouldn’t have been far.

The effect of the Gate Model was meant for short-distance spatial displacement, and while “short” distance implied a range within a hundred miles or so,

his own Magical Core, though not fully charged, was nearly ninety percent full.

The result was that a mere few nautical miles of transport led to the depletion of his Magical Core, something Angel had not anticipated at all.

According to the feedback he received from the Gate Model, this was clearly abnormal.

Angel lifted his head and looked towards Popota—who was still in shock across from him—

Could it be because of the spatial displacement this time that involved other people?

Angel couldn’t know for certain at the moment and could only make this guess. The true situation would require gathering more experimental data to ascertain.

But what Angel felt fortunate about was that fortunately, the Magical Core was only depleted, not yet exhausted or overdrawn. Those latter two scenarios would be akin to injuries, and if more severe, it might even lead to a shattered Magical Core.

“Indeed, any trick, even those on the Witchcraft Slot, must undergo rigorous testing before being put to use in practice,” Angel reflected inwardly. Using it so carelessly, he almost harmed himself.

As Angel was contemplating, a scream echoed from below.

Angel looked down curiously, only then noticing that a whale-hunting sea demon was controlling the sea and attacking a freighter with a trident.

Seeing that Angel was unwilling to answer, Popota intelligently stopped asking.

He too noticed the situation below and said softly, “That is a male sea demon, the most lowly existence among sea demons, with very weak strength, barely able to control the waves. But both male and female sea demons have one thing in common—they enjoy eating humans, and to them, the taste of human flesh is considered a delicacy.”