Chapter 825: SSS-grade Forging Master

Old Mo paused, then bowed slightly.

"The Juniors were reckless just now. To protect this sea area, they acted brazenly and collided with Your Excellency."

"This old man apologizes to you here for their recklessness. I hope Your Excellency can be magnanimous and not hold it against them."

Seeing this old man who claimed to be surnamed Mo lower his posture so much, Zhou Huai tightened his grip on his spear.

One does not hit a smiling person.

But he did not relax his vigilance.

In this chaotic world where people are eaten without even their bones left, and in front of these old-era monsters who have lived for countless epochs, anyone who believed in such superficial polite pleasantries would meet a dead end.

Zhou Huai ignored Old Mo's apology and instead sharply seized the keyword in the other party's words.

"The indigenous people in the ruins?"

Zhou Huai stood suspended in mid-air, his gaze sweeping past the flatboat and looking around.

This ruin space of Castlantis was extremely vast, but looking as far as the eye could see, the entire sea surface densely floated with countless corpses of marine exotic beasts.

Broken limbs and severed arms littered the area, and the foul stench soared into the sky.

The deep-sea world that should have been vibrant had transformed into a huge maritime graveyard.

"Since you are the indigenous people in these ruins…"

Zhou Huai turned his head, the abyssal blood dragon spear tracing a fierce arc in mid-air, pointing at that sea of corpses.

"Then in these ruins, were all these tens of millions of marine exotic beasts killed by you?"

Zhou Huai had felt suspicious when he first entered this space; a massacre that could cause such a huge commotion was not something ordinary people could accomplish.

Facing Zhou Huai's questioning, Old Mo did not conceal it.

He calmly nodded.

"Indeed."

"All the exotic beasts in this sea area were cleared away bit by bit by the few of us old, weak, sick, and disabled over the course of several years."

Hearing this affirmative reply, Zhou Huai's brows twitched slightly.

"Why?"

Zhou Huai stared at Old Mo, his tone aggressive.

"Since you are the indigenous people, logically speaking, these exotic beasts should be considered companion creatures of The Seventh World. Instead of nursing your energy and building up your strength, why waste so much effort cleaning up the beasts at your own doorstep?"

"This is not something a normal person would do."

Old Mo heard the probing in Zhou Huai's words.

He sighed and lowered his eyelids.

"I won't hide it from you either."

Old Mo spoke facing that sea of corpses.

"We do this for two reasons."

"First, naturally, it is for self-preservation."

"The Law in these ruins has long since collapsed, and those exotic beasts, eroded by the deep-sea resentment, have long lost their reason and turned into mad demons that only know how to devour."

"If we don't kill them all, the lingering souls of us who are barely surviving will sooner or later become their rations."

Speaking to this point, Old Mo paused for a moment.

He raised his head and looked straight at Zhou Huai.

"This second point is also the most important point."

Old Mo said every word distinctly, his voice echoing over the sea surface.

"We killed all these exotic beasts and severed all sources of faith and energy."

"It is to prevent the true Sea God of this world from awakening from its slumber!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell pin-drop silent.

Even those old-era powerhouses guarding beside the flatboat trembled involuntarily at the two words 'Sea God', their eyes filled with deep fear.

Zhou Huai, suspended in mid-air, raised his eyebrows high upon hearing this.

He had originally thought that this group of people were guards under the Sea God and were fighting him to the death to protect their master.

But now it seemed things were completely not like that.

"Preventing the Sea God from awakening?"

Zhou Huai touched his chin and chuckled softly.

"Listening to your tone, it looks like…"

"You people and the Sea God are not in the same group?"

As soon as Zhou Huai's voice fell, the faces of several people around the flatboat flushed red, and their chests heaved violently.

The Rugged Man spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the seawater.

"In the same group?"

The flesh on his face squeezed together, and he growled gnashing his teeth: "How could we be in the same group with that kind of disgusting monster!"

"It is the running dog of that guy surnamed Duan! We certainly are not!"

The Twin Brutes with severed arms had reddened eye sockets and stared straight at Zhou Huai: "If it weren't to prevent that monster from awakening, why would we kill so many exotic beasts in this dead sea?"

"The pride of The Seventh World absolutely does not allow us to wag our tails and beg for pity from such a person!"

Zhou Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Not in the same group?"

The abyssal blood dragon spear in his hand twirled a spear flower, then the spear tip pointed downward, withdrawing his externalized coercion.

"This is getting interesting."

Zhou Huai hovered in mid-air, the lightning light in his dark golden eyes converging as he looked down at this group of people below.

"Since you are not the running dogs of the Sea God, exactly what kind of people are you?"

The Rugged Man clenched his teeth and straightened his back.

He turned his head to look at the white-haired old man on the flatboat and said loudly:

"We are all followers of Old Mo."

"The only purpose of our surviving until now is to protect Old Mo's safety, even if it means being smashed to pieces!"

Zhou Huai turned his head to look at the withered old man named Old Mo.

He could not sense any mana value fluctuations from this old man.

The other party's figure was hunched, no different from an ordinary person on the verge of the grave.

How could an ordinary person make this group of old-era powerhouses whose strength reached the SS-grade Peak so utterly devoted? Even sparing no effort to burn their essential blood and risk their lives in combat?

Without waiting for Zhou Huai to speak, the Rugged Man continued: "Don't look at Old Mo like this now; in the former The Seventh World, Old Mo was our top-tier Forging Master!"

"Not only that…"

The pale-faced youth beside him coughed out a mouthful of seawater and corrected loudly: "A Divine Craftsman!"

"The only Divine Craftsman in the entire The Seventh World!"

The youth pointed at the harpoon in the Rugged Man's hand, then pointed at the dark, heavy chains scattered on the distant sea surface, raising his volume.

"These top-grade equipment in our hands that can Seal Laws and fight across ranks were all personally crafted for us by Old Mo back then!"

"Without Old Mo, we would have long been reduced to ashes when the epoch was destroyed!"

Zhou Huai tightened his grip on his spear.

His expression was expressionless, but his breathing disordered for an instant.

Divine Craftsman!

No wonder these fellows who were clearly only SS-grade could burst out with such astonishing combat power relying on a few items and Formations.

No wonder those dark, heavy chains could ignore part of his Law defense.

The source of all this turned out to be because of this withered old man in front of him who had no power fluctuations at all.

This was definitely a top-tier Forging Master who had stepped into the SSS-grade Peak!

Zhou Huai deeply understood the value of a high-tier lifestyle Professional.

One of his own Clones, Ou Yezi, who was revered by the world as the First Blacksmith of Great Xia Country, was only SS-grade.

Merely an SS-grade Ou Yezi had already made countless top-tier forces in Great Xia Country flock to him eagerly, and even the military treated him as an honored guest, with countless Professionals willing to ruin themselves financially just to beg him to craft a piece of equipment.

Yet this Old Mo before him was a Divine Craftsman of the SSS-grade, one entire major rank higher than Ou Yezi!

An existence who possessed immense influence before the destruction of the epoch!

"No wonder Mr. Duan resurrected him…" Zhou Huai lowered his eyelids. "If this SSS-grade Divine Craftsman can be controlled in our hands, the foundation of the Dawnbreaker Guild will undergo a qualitative change."