The sea monster limped into the depths of the woods and continued in the direction of the temple.

The clansmen said that he had never seen his mother, but who was the woman in his memory?

"Sea monster, be strong, mom won't give up on you."

The sea monster felt a surge of power rush up his wound, but it was nothing to him.

He believed that it was the mother wolf, the origin of the werewolves, and that it was their gods who blessed him and gave him the strength of this cripple. Therefore, he has to give everything for the wolf mother.

The sea monster was sure that his people would abandon him, and there was no need to wait for him to be very old, the sea monster was just a burden to them. The sea monster also thinks so, he is the weakest of all the clansmen. Therefore, the sea monster only wants to die in the temple, stain itself red with the blood of the enemy, and make himself die in honor, which is much better than being disgraced by the race.

He saw the illusion again—in the bright sun, his mother handed a flower to the sea monster, but this time it was different, she was far away.

The sea monster ran to her, tears streaming down his face, and he cried out in his heart: "Don't leave me, I don't want to be alone." ”

Then he saw his mother kneeling on the ground, crying, blood running down her eye sockets, and her eyeballs dissolving into blood.

The sea monster fell in horror, hesitated for a moment, and crawled forward.

No matter how scary she was, the Kraken still wanted to get close to her.

He walked into a secret place in the jungle that he had never reached, and there was a statue of a beautiful woman, and she knelt, and the sea monster knelt down in front of the woman.

He muttered, "Who are you?" ”

And he said, "Are you my mother?" ”

Another voice said, "Indeed, he is the mother of all of us. ”

The voice sounds like a madman.

The sea monster looked for the voice, but the voice was not there, only the statue was in front of him, the jungle sky turned blood red, the clouds were like floating congealed blood, and the statue was very strange and sad.

He asked, "Mother?" What's her name? ”

Jira, the beauty Jira, the princess of the blood family. You found her, and she chose you.

What did I choose?

The sea monster felt something burrow into his brain, his soul, and he heard a madman crying loudly, and he groaned in pain, rolled on the spot, and rolled down the slope.

At the bottom of the mountain is where the temple is located. He saw the red ghouls rush towards the temple like a great wave, and in the temple, his people joined forces with the bloods of Ganger to resist the ghouls, and they threw the ghouls' corpses out, shaking off the ghouls that pounced on them, and the other tribe would bite the ghouls on the ground with all their might.

But the number of ghouls is too staggering, the movements are too fast, and the habits are too fierce, and a werewolf is no match for being besieged by ten ghouls, and after falling and being frantically bitten by them, the sea monster feels for the first time that those powerful companions are so vulnerable.

There is no point in abandoning this temple and dying here, and if you return alive to report the news, you will be able to bring back more reinforcements and defeat these hateful Smitz bloods.

The sea monster crawled to its feet and felt the things in its soul spread out and flow through its body.

He watched the ghouls shrink little by little, and then realized that he was getting bigger, and he subconsciously roared, the sound of the sea crashing against the shore, causing the earth to roar.

The ghouls looked back at the sea monsters, and he thought they were scared. The companions in the temple saw the sea monster and looked dejected.

They don't know sea monsters.

The sea monster rushed to the temple, and the ghouls jumped on the legs of the sea monsters and bit the flesh of the sea monsters, but the sea monsters only felt itchy, and he waved his claws, and the ghouls were cut down like rice harvested by a sickle.

The sea monster did not know what he looked like, and by the reflection, he could not see what shape he was, he saw that he had the tentacles of an octopus, the claws of a wolf, the wings of a bat, and the horns of a demon, and after turning to a certain angle, he could see that his body was twisted in a frightening way, his body was pouring out, his bones were completely deformed, his neck bones were like a bridge across his chest, his back was hunched, one arm was spiraling, and the other arm was riddled with holes.

What has he become?

Even with his strength, the blood ghouls threw him off balance, and he fell, his deformed body making it difficult for him to get up. They quickly covered the surface of his body like piranhas.

He heard the voice again, it was not in the world, but it was so clear at the moment.

How weak and pathetic their souls are.

The sea monster saw the spirits of the ghouls, like plasticine that could be shaped at will.

They drink your blood, and their souls will mutate.

The ghouls amplified their screams, and the sea monsters looked down to see that the drastically altered bodies of the ghouls, who were still human, but in a matter of minutes, they had turned into small sea monsters, like severely disabled deformities, they should not have been born into the world.

This change kills them.

The sea monster climbed up from the corpse and saw a figure on the other side of the mountain, which was Smitz's Bloodline. He lifted a huge rock and threw it at it, one of them shattered to pieces, and the other fled.

The blood ghouls have been defeated, and the siege of the temple has been lifted.

The sea monster heard its own wheezing, like the cry of a whale.

He tried to change back to his original state, but he couldn't do it, so he approached the temple, and the people in the temple were terrified and put on a posture of battle. The sea monster could clearly smell their blood, and he felt hungry and thirsty.

He asked the voice, "I... What's going on? ”

The voice said, "You've been chosen by Jira." ”

"Jira.... Is that the Bloodline? ”

"She is the ancestor of the Bloodline, the second generation of the Bloodline, and a long, long time ago, there was a fight between her and our three generations of the Bloodline, and together we inflicted a heavy blow on Jira, and I sucked her blood dry, but she escaped with what little strength she had left.

Her wounds could not be healed, mortal blood could not heal her, and her heart was filled with the hatred of betrayal, which caused her soul to mutate and become the seed of Lilith's monster. ”

The sea monster asked, "Lilith's.... Monster? ”

"Yes, Lilith, Mother of Monsters, the embodiment of Dark Chaos. She was wiped out by Cain and us, but she was immortal and cunning, and she planted a bane around the world known as the Lilith Monster, known collectively as Enkidu. Jira was used by her to become one of these banes.

However, Gila was too weak, and before she became a monster, she had been killed by the sun, and she had become a weeping stone statue, standing between the otherworld and the present world, waiting for someone to carry on her grudges. ”

The sea monster said, "Now, I... Is it Lilith's monster? ”

"Yes, you still have sanity. But soon, that sanity will be gone, and you will become a terrible beast that roams the continent, and you will alienate all the humans you see into deformed and incomprehensible monsters. ”

He asked desperately, "What then?" ”

"Abandon your ugly body, and I invite your soul into the world I have built. If you agree, I'm overjoyed. By the way, my name is Mokawi, so please advise me in the future. ”

The Kraken looked at the temple below, at his people, and realized that he could not be saved, and that the day of exile would come.

It's today, it's now.

He wanted to say something to Blossom, but he soon didn't want to say it. She didn't have to know that the sea monster had become such a monster to make her think she was dead.

He was killed in battle with the ghouls.

The sea monster said, "Do it." ”

Mokkawi's spirit eroded the sea monster's still weak soul, and its body quickly withered, turning into ash like embers and flying into the sky.