Chapter 27 Clash of Titans

Faced with Paul's passionate inquiry, Fang Senyan sighed deeply, remaining silent for a long while before reluctantly saying:

"My location isn't even on the same plane as the Caribbean Sea. For you to come here, it would require direct summoning, but if your master, Davy Jones, finds out, he'll deeply resent this poaching."

Paul immediately said excitedly:

"He's currently sailing west. I won't let him know I was summoned over here, don't worry."

Fang Senyan continued to hesitate:

"My friend, your immense strength has always been admired, but during the summoning process, your power becomes a huge obstacle. Summoning you here is definitely not an easy task!"

If it were any other being, they would definitely be confused by Fang Senyan's words. But the Kraken Paul wasn't a natural monster. It was first created by Davy Jones' black magic experiments, granting it extraordinary abilities. Then, by sheer chance, it was cursed by the ancient contract, ultimately forming the powerful and intelligent monster Paul is now.

Because of Fang Senyan's interference, Paul only suffered half the curse's power, so he is still a semi-spectral creature, possessing some of the qualities of a ghost, but also his own consciousness, joys, sorrows, and passions. More importantly, Kraken Paul was originally a summoned creature under Davy Jones, so he has a great deal of say and incredibly rich experience in summoning.

"I have a way, Seaman Rock!" Paul cried out urgently, his mind clouded by lust.

"As long as you can maintain the strength of the magic circle that transmitted the items earlier, that's enough. Your biggest mistake is comparing the mighty Paul to those inferior and incompetent creatures."

"..." Fang Senyan was speechless. "Alright, Elder Diesis Root, do you have any problems?"

Elder Diesis Root bowed slightly and said:

"Respected Guardian, if it's just maintaining the strength of the previous transmission, then with the support of so many high-level magic items, I can do it for twice as long without any problems."

What followed was nothing new, no different from the previous situation. However, under normal circumstances, once a summoning channel between different planes is established, even low-level summoned creatures are extremely arrogant, leisurely allowing the summoner to cast spells to pull them towards another plane, using this moment to demonstrate their unique and valued status. Only Paul had no dignity or self-awareness as a ninth-tier legendary creature, fearing the summoning speed was too slow, and unhesitatingly waved his eight tentacles, hurriedly climbing over...

"Guardian, is this your immensely powerful friend?"

After the summoning circle was completed, all the elves stared blankly, focusing on Fang Senyan's outstretched left hand.

There, a tiny octopus was wrapping its tentacles around Fang Senyan's fingers, climbing back and forth as if on a swing...

Then, the miniature octopus seemed very dissatisfied with the expressions of these guys, glared fiercely, and shot two thin streams of water directly at them.

At this time, the honest and simple-hearted Mr. Gimli couldn't help but say:

"My friend, are you sure you really want to use it to challenge that legendary monster? The one known as the nightmare of the Moria mines, the enemy of travelers, the predator of the Misty Mountains, Hechimga? If this is true, how cruel would that be? Where is your compassion and kindness? Ouch!"

At this moment, the now-miniature Mr. Paul finally became angry and shot a jet of ink directly onto Mr. Gimli's face.

Fang Senyan said with a wry smile:

"Mr. Gimli, you'll regret it. My friend Paul is angry. After he recovers his strength, you better stay away from him."

It turned out that in order to facilitate summoning, Paul took the initiative to shrink his size and seal his power—this was a talent bestowed upon him by Davy Jones, the original purpose of which was to be able to keep him in a fish tank. Unexpectedly, Paul learned and applied this ability to facilitate others summoning him, but the key is that doing so would prevent him from recovering in a short period of time.

Fang Senyan raised this, looking at the miniature pocket Paul climbing around on his fingers like a swing, and suddenly thought of mustard, soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, and the explosive crunching sound... He hurriedly shivered and discarded this evil thought.

At this time, the power around Fang Senyan became more and more powerful. In addition to the group of direct descendants under Wu Ge's sister, there were also thirty elite dwarf warriors protecting him. These guys standing in front were as reliable as a city wall.

Fang Senyan still clearly remembered that even under a statue in Rivendell, these words were engraved:

A dwarf army is like a finely crafted chainmail shirt, each warrior a hard iron ring linked together by duty, honor, and loyalty. And, like a chainmail shirt, as long as the links remain strong, no blow can pass through it.

So Fang Senyan looked at the time and decisively passed through the ruins of the former orc city, advanced along the snow valley of the year, and came to that strange and poisonous barren pine forest.

The elves are indeed guys with a strong sense of plants. As soon as they walked in here, they felt something was wrong, and then looked around vigilantly, observed for a while, and said:

"Guardian, there is an indescribable and inexplicable danger here, we cannot stay here."

Fang Senyan glanced at Reef and smiled:

"It doesn't matter, the sun has already set. We are safe until sunrise tomorrow."

After the group passed through the pine forest and came to the lake, Paul's ultimate move's cooldown time ended, and he could restore his true form long ago. Fang Senyan said to it very seriously:

"Go, my friend, I can guarantee that fierce and beautiful lady must be in this lake. By the way, I'll mention that this lake is connected to other lakes by other underground waterways. You can search them one by one."

The miniature Paul jumped off Fang Senyan's finger, walked a few steps on the beach on eight legs as if doing ballet, and sighed:

"Ah! It's so touching, I can already smell the alluring fishy smell on her!"

Then he slowly crawled into the water.

Mr. Gimli grumbled in a low voice:

"I think you are committing murder, my friend. I sincerely believe that Mr. Paul should spend his childhood peacefully in a fish tank, instead of risking his life to run to this dangerous and remote lake for a swim, and then escape back to brag."

Just before Mr. Gimli finished speaking, a terrifyingly huge tentacle suddenly stretched out from the dark lake surface without warning! The tentacle was at least seven or eight meters long, and you could see that it contained extremely terrifying power. Looking at the wriggling suction cups on it, there was an insane feeling of even the soul being grasped!

The tentacle stretched out of the water all at once, twisting like a spiritual snake to avoid several people, and then caught Mr. Gimli with lightning speed. Poor Mr. Gimli, although he was a hundred years old, was still a teenager after all. He had just miserably shouted the six words "God of Rocks is above," and was dragged into the lake!

It wasn't until Mr. Gimli entered the water that all the elves and dwarves came back to their senses! Thirty elite dwarf warriors shouted and screamed frantically, but no one dared to go into the water. As everyone knows, the dwarves proudly say that they are products of rocks... so most of them would only sink straight to the bottom if they went into the water.

However, soon, the dwarf boy reappeared in everyone's sight—but he was thrown into the air by the tentacle and then free-falling. Poor Mr. Gimli had already started screaming violently while choking:

"I want to take back what I said before, ah~~~~~splash!"

After being soaked and thrown five or six times in a row, Mr. Kraken Paul finally let out a sigh of relief, and threw the half-dead Mr. Gimli onto the beach in a headstand position. Then, he slapped the water, and a wave splashed out, drenching all the elves and dwarves. Only then did he go to find Hechimga, the female octopus.

Fang Senyan and Reef, who were dry all over, stood aside and coughed:

"I seem to have forgotten to tell everyone... Mr. Paul is quite a vengeful guy. Well, no, he's a man who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grievances!"

Next, the lake remained quiet, and it didn't look like anything would happen at all. A group of people lit three big bonfires and waited quietly. But less than half an hour later, everyone suddenly felt a sway under their feet, a feeling that was like an earthquake.

Immediately afterwards, the lake water of the entire lake actually began to violently ripple like a tide, and the waves even rolled up, completely extinguishing the bonfires they had just lit. It could be seen how fierce the battle between the two giant creatures was!

At this time, Elder Diesis Root suddenly whispered to Fang Senyan:

"Respected Guardian, I don't mean to question your actions, but... I think our current focus should still be on how to improve the situation of Lord Dawn Elf. I admit that Hechimga of the Misty Mountains is very powerful, but I can't see that killing/conquering it will help Lord Dawn Elf in any way."