Pacific Ocean, Mariana Trench.

Like a meteor passing through the sky, Scati plunged headlong into the blue ocean with a hammer in his hand. Her eyes were unblinking, staring straight at somewhere in the dark depths of the ocean, wrapped in a brilliant blue glow.

She could hear the call, and the voice seemed to be projected directly into her brain, clear. She knew exactly what she was doing, but not out of her own volition. Her mind was still her own, and her body was still in her hands, but she knew more than just herself.

She evolved. From the moment she picked up the hammer, she was given a new life and a new meaning. She became an avatar, a tool, like the hammer in her hand—to exist to be wielded.

And in the deepest part of the ocean, someone was waiting for her, someone who would make all her sense. So here she is, can't wait, non-stop.

She came here in search of her "father".

She approached the bottom of the sea. The brilliance of the hammer illuminates the space underneath the water like a glow stick, and the rocks are ghostly in the blue light. There are no seaweed plants, and there are no animals. But this is also a matter of course, such a depth is already a forbidden area of life, and nothing alive will ......

As soon as she thought of this, the muffled sound of a heavy object falling on the ground interrupted her thoughts.

It's a bit like the clatter of a train on the tracks, except that the sound is muddy at this depth due to the body of water. A dark green dragon swam with its massive but nimble body, its long writhing tail slamming into the sea rocks, smashing the rocks and splintering them in the dark realm.

Well, it's not surprising.

Scati stared coldly at the dragon that was sprinting at full speed towards him, clenched the handle of the hammer, and slammed the hammer. The hammer slammed into the dragon's side with a pale blue trail, and the heavy bombardment shook the beast dizzy, and it retreated in a dull manner, struggling violently to roll up a thick layer of fog at the bottom of the sea.

But that's just the beginning. More of the same swam in from the depths of the water, and dragon after dragon bared its teeth and claws, enveloping the humans who had strayed into the forbidden area.

As recorded in the prophecy long ago, the existence of these things proves that she is not in the wrong place. These ferocious creatures undoubtedly could not have belonged to Earth, they came from some distant world, and some big man had arranged here to guard something that was sealed here. Anyone who trespasses into this area without permission will be torn to shreds by these vicious creatures.

But Scati is different.

There was no fear, no hesitation. She flew up against all the dragons, swinging her hammer and bursting her mighty divine power from it! With a blow to the face, a giant dragon was blasted back with a miserable howl, and slammed into the sea rock behind it. The rock shattered, and the dragon fell dreary among the rubble, its body engulfed in the flying dust mist, and it fell to the ground motionless.

With a single blow, a vicious creature was hammered to the ground, incapacitated.

These dragons seemed to know no fear, and in the face of such overwhelming power of the enemy, none of them flinched. The dragon's bodies coiled up, forming an encirclement with their bodies to block off her space for movement. As soon as the big guy opened his mouth, a green shock blasted, and the violent fluctuations stirred up the water body in chaos. But Scati's hammer swept away the impact, and she escaped from her hand and turned into a blue meteor that shot the beast in the head, knocking it out instantly.

In the midst of the scuffle, a green light suddenly cut into the battlefield. The other hammer was wrapped in light, like a self-locking missile blasting into the brains of two dragons. The two beasts fell one after the other wailing, and the hammer flew back the way it came, and returned to the hands of the sea shasers, rushing towards them with astonishing speed.

Scati glanced over there, silently began to clear the field with Haisha. The two messengers who were approved by the Hammer worked together, and they worked together as if they had a heart, and they didn't need to communicate or even look at each other to understand each other's next moves. Their cooperation was seamless, and in just a dozen minutes, the dragons that had rushed forward and pounced on them had fallen one after another, and there was no longer the strength to resist.

The guardians of the deep are completely unable to stop them. The two of them settled the battle, still did not communicate, and continued to move forward in tacit understanding, as if it were all taken for granted, and they both knew exactly what the mission of their coming here was.

Because that's why they were born.

It wasn't long before what the creatures had tried so hard to protect was revealed—an entrance, sealed by a huge lid with special markings. The moment the two of them came into contact with the mark, purple flames erupted from the ground. The powerful pull that even their strength could not resist pulled them into the sealed vessel. For a moment, it was as if they didn't even feel their presence. They began to fall until they fell into an empty hall and slammed into the cold floor.

The two stood up breathlessly, feeling exhausted.

Flying across the oceans, deep into the ocean floor, and fighting a group of mythical creatures didn't even make the two of them sweat. But just by passing through the door just now, their strength was squeezed clean, and it was quite difficult to even stand up straight.

The strange hall was empty all around, and there was not even a drop of water. The dome was the circular entrance they had just entered, but it was still tightly sealed. The circular walls are carved with words and patterns of unknown meaning, and they look full of Scandinavian ancient style.

Purple smoke rose from the ground and quickly spread through the room. Both jumped up alertly, clenching their hammers and pointing forward. The green and blue glows reflect each other, illuminating the figure in the dark corner.

A trembling old man, clutching a thick cane in both hands, with long white hair and a white beard dragging to his chest, his face withered like a zombie with water being steamed.

He came, just as the prophecy said. Scati was glad she hadn't arrived too late. He's still here, waiting for the moment when his children will take him out and see the light of day again.

"My child." He said in a deep voice, "Yes, it's me." I am back. ”

Scati subconsciously put down the hammer, his pupils constricted. She reverently knelt down, put the hammer at her feet, and hung her head.

"The Great Almighty Father." She muttered, "What do you command?" ”