BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM-Chapter 1050: Hotter Than a Summer BBQ (8)

The two Chimaeric Demons sent by Erik to find the others finally spotted June and the rest of the group in the distant sky.

June must have thought that the best thing to do would have been to get as far as possible from the fighting area, and indeed, that had been the right choice given how big the two creatures fighting affected their surroundings.

They basically created tsunamis. Not just 10, or 20 meters high, but even 60, 80.

If they weren't so far from the coast, they might have destroyed cities and harbours.

The Chimaeric Demons couldn't exclude that it was really going to happen as an indirect effect.

The waves were turbulent even in this part of the sea, far from the battle scene, and they could get to the coastlines easily.

The clones approached the rest of the group, their wings cutting through the air.

One of the two Chimaeric Demons shapeshifted his face into that of a human.

"Master Erik needs us back at the ship immediately," he said as they drew near.

June nodded. Something big must have happened, that much was clear from the clone's worried look.

"Lead the way," he said, adjusting his grip on the supplies he carried.

It took a little before the group arrived on the ship. The state in which the vessel was became clear to everyone, but at least the ship didn't sink.

However, what really horrified them was the state in which Erik was.

The man stood on the deck now, his body a map of burns and wounds.

His skin was raw and blistered in places, and not a single hair remained on his head or body.

He leaned heavily against the railing, his strength at rock bottom.

"Erik!" Amber cried out. Her voice was more that of a mother who had just witnessed her child's last breath, a primal sound of anguish that echoed across the sky.

As soon as the Chimaeric Demons landed, she, Mira, and Emily rushed towards him.

The Chimaeric Demons didn't hesitate, either. After having left all their precious cargo on the deck's ground, they transformed into their human forms and surrounded Erik after having pushed the three women away.

They channeled their mana into his battered body, mana that was affected by their healing brain crystal power.

Again, they had few mana points, and the number of neural links for that particular brain crystal power was low. But there were many of them, so they could completely heal Erik if they worked together.

The effort bore its fruits because Erik's wounds closed, and his burns faded, as if they had never been there. Even his hair regrew, though it remained short.

Mira, Emily, and Amber hurried to Erik's side. They looked worried but relieved as they watched him heal.

Their eyes moved over his naked body, checking how he was. Once Erik seemed out of danger, they all started asking questions.

"What happened to you?" Mira asked. "How did you end up like this?"

Emily reached out to touch Erik's arm, as if to reassure herself that he was really there and that he was ok.

Erik took a deep breath, wincing as his skin stretched because of the movement. "I had to go through the Leviathan Serpent's fog," he said, his voice hoarse.

"The heat... it was like being stuck in a giant microwave with a burrito. Even the ship looked like it had just come out of a tanning salon gone wrong."

Amber's eyes widened. "The Leviathan Serpent? Was that really what was coming toward us?"

Erik nodded. "That, and the Shadowmaw Behemoth. But the latter came because we lured it here to divert the Serpent's attention away from us. Luckily, it worked, but I'm not sure we will be able to pull this stunt again. We need to get out of this area. I messed up, thinking we would be lucky enough to avoid them. However, the Leviathan Serpent thought we were invading its territory, and that was why it came to attack us."

"You are talking as if that thing has human-like intelligence."

"Because it has, Mira. That thing didn't use a language, but its thoughts were very much human-like. They were clear and focused. It didn't act because of pure instinct. That thing is sentient."

A hush fell over the group as they processed this information.

"Did you analyze them, master?"

"I Couldn't. After the Behemoth arrived, I barely had the time to steer the ship away. To avoid getting caught in the middle of the fight, I had to go through the fog. Honestly, seeing how strong they were that was the last of my thoughts, but..."

"But what?" Amber asked.

"The biological supercomputer," Erik said. "Has a way to quantify how strong something is. In my case, I have around 400 strength points. This means I'm around four times as strong as someone with a hundred strength points. For example, Amber," Erik said.

The Chimaeric Demons knew well what Erik was saying. They had his memories, so they knew how the system sounded or appeared, what it was capable of, or how useful it was in a battle.

"You have around 160 strength points. This means I'm 2.5 times faster and stronger than you. If you can reach 100 kilometers of speed while running, it means I can reach 250. You get it. But that thing... I think it might have reached the 1000-strength point mark."

The Chimaeric Demons remained silent. It was a silence that the three women couldn't

understand.

These numbers were abstract and new to them, but to the Chimaeric Demons, who knew how accurate they were in representing the enemy's strength, they weren't.

If Erik, their master, said the monster felt like it had that many points, it meant it was powerful. No, it meant it was a living catastrophe, and the Behemoth wasn't any less of a

natural disaster than the Leviathan Serpent was.

"Mur might still not be in our capabilities right now..."