Shirley's consciousness suddenly woke up from the collapsed dream. She opened her eyes in the darkness and saw that she was still lying in the dark trees that looked like thorn bushes.
The murmurs and weird roars seemed to be close to my ears, almost burrowing into my brain. The cold air spread from the gaps in the shadows like disgusting tentacles, as if to lick my skin, outside the trees.
There is something, it is a group of wriggling things whose size is erratic and whose physical outline is difficult to distinguish. They smell the breath of living people and find this hiding place across a long distance - a gluttonous feast is about to begin.
Shirley twitched her arm slightly. The stiffness and numbness in her whole body made every movement of hers extremely difficult, but she felt a slight heat coming out from somewhere in her body, re-nourishing the body that had just died.
body.
She lowered her head with difficulty and saw that the heart in her chest had completely stopped beating, shrunk in just a few seconds, and withered into a black residue, but a weak green flame was there in the residue.
The surface burned quietly, strangely, but warmly.
She regained a little strength in the limited warmth and slowly struggled to get up.
The arm swings inadvertently, and the broken black chain on the right arm rubs against the ground, making a noise that is not very loud, but is simply harsh in this dark and silent place.
The whispers and roars outside the trees paused briefly, and then suddenly turned into a chilling roar!
Countless undulating shadows bulged from the fragmented land outside, and countless hideous demons with hideous and weird shapes took shape in ecstasy and rushed to the banquet!
The spiritual fire spread and burned in the gaps between the bones, and the black residue in the chest had completely transformed into a cluster of endless flames. Shirley took a deep breath. She heard the movement outside, the fear of death and the feeling of saying no.
Unexplained restlessness was rising in her consciousness at the same time. She gasped softly, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the two hearts falling to the ground.
After a moment of hesitation, she reached out and picked up the two "hearts" that were still beating. Her eyes filled with blood-colored light flickered.
There was a cracking sound from the edge of the bush, and a giant beast tore open the barrier of the hiding place. Heavy footsteps and an appetizing growl reached Shirley's ears.
But she didn't seem to hear the sound that had reached her head, and she didn't feel the breath that had blown on her face. She just lowered her head and slowly stuffed the two hearts into her chest, as if talking to herself.
He whispered like he was talking to himself: "Dad...Mom...don't be afraid..."
The feeling of her heart beating reappeared in her chest, and a "living" experience made her feel that the last remaining stiffness and sluggishness in her limbs had finally completely subsided. Shirley stood up with her body supported, and a series of crackling sounds came from her body.
After bursting out, layers of bone spurs quickly grew on the edges of the dark ribs on her chest, protecting the two hearts and a cluster of flames. She raised her head in the darkness, her body slowly lifted up, and a ferocious and strange figure,
A demonic skull with spikes all over its surface appeared in her field of vision.
A huge gap was torn open in the bushes in the hiding place. The huge floating skull looked down at the prey in the bushes with malice. Around the skull were countless terrifying figures hovering - death birds, smoke jellyfish, chaotic horror beasts...
…
Ah Gou once said that if you encounter them alone, you must run away.
But this is the deep sea, and there's no place to escape - they're everywhere.
"Shirley, don't be afraid..."
A death bird was the first to launch an attack. This chaotic and unintelligent demon finally could not restrain its instinctive hunger and desire to attack. It let out a sharp and piercing whistle, and its wings suddenly expanded into a dark cloud, enveloping the corrosive cloud.
Swooping down toward the trees—
Then, with a dull piercing sound, a jet-black multi-jointed bone spur pierced the sky like a sharp sword, directly piercing the death bird!
Immediately afterwards, there were multi-jointed bone spurs one after another - the dark bones stretched out from the trees like some kind of twisted and symmetrical jointed limbs, first stabbing into the sky, and then bending down, supporting a tall body from the tree.
Stepping out of the trees.
Her limbs were long and slender, and the pitch-black bone fragments were layered and intertwined like some kind of personal armor. Sharp bone spurs and blade-like structures grew from the joints of her arms and legs, glowing with dim blood, and her fragmented chest was covered with
There were broken bones like thorns, two dark red hearts beating slowly in the bone cage, and countless arthropod-like bone structures extending from her back, like giant wings of a skeleton, but also like weird and unknown.
Limbs, this pair of limbs bent down from the air, supporting her body high in the air like long legs, allowing her to overlook the profound demons who gathered here from all directions.
She slowly turned her head, and on her face that retained the human form, the blood in a pair of empty eyes gradually became brighter.
A hoarse and harsh cry came from the side. The death bird, which was pierced by sharp bone spurs, struggled violently on Shirley's "long feet" for a few times, and then turned into a pile of smoke and dust that quickly dissipated and a small puddle of slow motion.
The flowing mud was absorbed into Shirley's bone spurs bit by bit.
Shirley frowned slightly, looking at the place where the death bird dissipated and dissolved, she lifted up the bone spur segment and shook it vigorously in the air: "...disgusting, unpalatable..."
Then she turned her head and looked at the demons who had gathered around her but fell into confusion and sluggishness due to the sudden change in the situation. She leaned down slightly and said, "Have you seen a strange deep hound?
His name is Agou - he is my friend."
The group of deep demons retreated for a moment. Some kind of crisis instinct made the option of evasion appear in their stupid minds. However, just a moment later, the aggressive desire overwhelmed this fragile "reason".
The weird floating skull with spikes on its surface suddenly opened its jaws, and a huge corrosive cloud condensed into shape in an instant, hitting Shirley's direction.
Then came the death birds that circled and swooped from the sky, the ghost hounds that ran and roared on the ground, and countless grotesque monsters that even Shirley couldn't name - these ghost demons that acted entirely on instinct rushed towards them.
Come over, roar, roar, and rush towards the "invaders" in the territory in a frenzy!
"I knew it……"
Shirley grunted, with annoyance in her tone, and the next second, her figure suddenly turned into an illusory shadow——
She rolled across the fragmented land like the wind, and those bone spurs like giant wings of bones and curved arthropods stretched and pierced in the air, piercing every demonic entity that dared to get close - no tactics, no understanding of anything.
With only the physical instincts she had just mastered and the most basic speed and strength, she rushed into the crowd of countless demons.
A simple and crude fighting idea - just like the first time she picked up the chain and threw Ago at the enemy.
…
Lucretia raised her head and looked at the black stone door that shocked even a senior "border scholar" like her. It took a long time before she looked away.
"...They really dug up something incredible," the sea witch sighed. "These cultists always make messes that they can't control...as always."
"This is the connection point between the Deep Sea and the real world," Duncan said from the sidelines. "According to what I perceive, there are multiple dimensions of 'overlapping' here. Not only are the real time and space superimposed, but also a part of the Deep Sea.
Directly superimposed here, Shirley and Agou should have 'fallen' directly to the 'opposite side' because their natures are too close to the side of the deep."
Lucretia nodded, then became a little worried: "...Are you really sure this is possible? I'm not saying that your power cannot open the door, but...if the 'Saint' cannot hold on, it will cause
The door has been closed early. How will you come back then? Opposite the door is the deep sea. We know very little about it. Even you, if you get lost on the other side, you will probably..."
"It doesn't matter, I have considered this issue," Duncan interrupted Lucretia's worries, "We all know that the center of the Deep Sea is the Holy Lord of the Deep, and under his 'throne' is the gateway to Asia.
The passage of space.”
Lucretia's expression was a little subtle for a moment: "...what do you mean?"
"Drilling a small hole will not have a big impact on the balance of the entire Deep Sea. After all, the gap created by the Homeless Ship in the Deep Sea was larger," Duncan said casually, "If I can't return to the original route, I will
After returning from the subspace, the 'Holy Lord' should not have much objection to this - if this is not feasible, then I will simply call the Lost Home to go down and hit it again."
Lucretia: "..."
Duncan just waved his hand: "Let's get started."
When Lucretia saw that her father was ready, she said nothing more. She nodded lightly, then came to the open space in front of the door, pointed the short baton in her hand to the ground, and gently
Clicked twice.
A cloud of smoke rose up with a "bang" like a magic show on a stage. As the smoke dissipated, the "brain" with a weird and disgusting shape and wrapped in a spider bone cage appeared in front of Duncan again.
"Saint" slowly wakes up.
On the edge of the skeleton cage, eye stalks seemed to be awakening from their slumber. Its many eyeballs twitched and trembled, and finally noticed the surrounding environment and the expressionless Duncan and his party standing next to it.
In almost an instant, this monster that could no longer be considered a human completely woke up. It struggled hard and seemed to want to get up, but was unable to move at all because it was restrained by the witch in advance. It could only vibrate the surrounding air and make chaotic and harsh sounds.
The roar: "What have you done?!"
"It's not done yet, but we are about to start." Duncan took a step towards the "saint" and calmly stared at the disgusting pile of eyestalks. "You can start praying - to your Lord."