Crossing the Ark, I was picked up by Penguin Logistics at the beginning

Unknown seabed.

There is no noise or life here, only the loneliness that belongs to the deep sea. All life seems to be extinguished here.

Ishamara stood on the seabed, staring at the thick sea water above her head. The sea water, as deep as lead, made her feel indescribably depressed, but she had long been accustomed to it.

As a symbol of the horde, the horde's instincts are engraved in her blood. The horde's will has conquered many seas, and Agor, who was once an enemy of the horde, has to admit the horde's terror and even needs to ask for help from the mainland.

Ishamara was not satisfied.

What she needed was not conquest, but evolution, to achieve the evolution of the entire group. Therefore, during these years, she was not idle, but took advantage of the convenience of her group's will and tried to go to land.

The ocean is not the end of the sea, but only its beginning.

Just now, she had just retracted her will, and for no reason, she felt some inexplicable palpitations.

Logically speaking, with her strength, nothing could really threaten her existence. She recalled the last time she felt palpitations, which was before she got this body.

When the deep-sea hunter in red, along with her two companions, wielding heavy weapons, completely killed one of its bodies, she truly felt the fatal murderous intent from these hunters.

But even such an attack did not kill her, she was the will of the group, the embodiment of the entire group. That attack caused her to fake her death, and after that, she had the opportunity to obtain this excellent carrier in a way that was almost like taking over someone else's body.

"Skadi..." She whispered the name, the name of the previous owner of this body, recalling the palpitations she had just felt.

She just wanted to evolve, to be able to leave the ocean and enter the land, so she went looking for the "chosen" person. Over the years, she used various means of infiltration to try to invade the mainland, but she gained little.

Since Agor had been infiltrated by the horde like a sieve, and Iberia was in decline, these two countries, knowing the horror of the horde, did not spread the terrible dangers of the sea heirs to other countries on land, which gave Ishamara a considerable opportunity to take advantage of.

But the problem lies with the “chosen” people.

Unlike the battle-hardened deep-sea hunters, the physical fitness of land people is far inferior to that of the deep sea, and the hosts she came into contact with either went crazy or died when communicating with her consciousness. Compared with the soldiers with stronger physical fitness and will, the difficulty of infiltration is quite huge, even for her, she cannot succeed if she cannot leave the ocean.

Until just now, when she tried to infiltrate Mo Yu's consciousness, she was surprised to find that this ordinary-looking young man was not corrupted at all.

It seemed as if something was protecting his consciousness, resisting the will of the large group, and in the end he could only watch the latter escape. She felt the long-lost palpitations from the landman who was clearly not as strong as herself.

Could such a tiny insect pose a threat to her?

Ishamara lowered her head. There were a lot of terrifying fish crawling on the cold seabed. Ishamara had no interest in communicating with them. Of course, there was no need to do so. Wherever the blood relatives of the Sea Si were, they were touched by the will of the group.

"I'll... catch you," she murmured, closing her eyes.