The dark shadow that suddenly broke in was the dark god Demos, and after getting rid of the Sea King, he rushed here in pursuit of Karete's breath. He was very worried all the way, and at first he could hear her mournful scream, then the voice was blurred, and then completely faded out of the blur, and finally when even her breath was so faint that he could not perceive it at all, he finally arrived, but it was too late.

"Where's Karete?!"

After landing on the ground, his first question did not hide his anxious mood, and at the same time, he saw the scarlet mark on the ground, long but clear, spreading a strong smell of blood, which was obvious evidence that the wounded had been dragged out of a long distance.

Pressed for long periods of time by the god of darkness with the gaze of the ice blade, Medusa was timid, and she saw a clear reflection of her own face full of fear and horror in his dark and bright eyes.

"Hmph! She was injured by the 'cursed lyre', and it won't be long before her body will rot and her soul will merge with the lyre, and there will be no 'messenger of love and light' in this world in the future!"

Despite her fear, Medusa was still resolute. Due to excessive tension, her two-point pupils quickly shrank into two thin lines.

The anger spread, silently draining the frost on Demos's face, and after a broken snort, he flipped his wrist off, and "destroyed" the domineering sword in his right palm and tortured the top of Medusa's ugly head. When he landed, most of the snake hair on the snake demon's head was cut off by Demos's fast sword. The heads of the snakes that fell to the ground flowed thick black blood, and the dying half of their bodies continued to writhe and struggle.

Medusa herself was in pain, rolling on the spot and screaming. This frustrated Demos even more, and he stepped on her leather boots and slammed down on her second half of the snake's tail, and then the blade swept through its eyes.

Medusa couldn't scream anymore, the pain of gouging out her eyes was like digging out her heart, and she had no other ability to express her feelings at the moment except for shivering and twitching.

"Where's Karete?"

“...”

Demos didn't wait long, swung his sword straight down to cut Medusa's snake tail, and then watched from the sidelines as it looked at its tormented expression and struggling to curl up half-of its body.

"I'll ask again!

"I don't know—"

Demos threw his palm at Medusa with all his might, and her mutilated but fresh upper body immediately flew lightly, like a thin paper puppet crashing into the thick stone wall opposite, and then fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

Demos strode up, bending his sword against its throat.

"Where's Karete, if you don't tell me, I'll kill you—"

Now he was furious, and once again he was transformed into a cruel and manic ferociousness.

Medusa let out bursts of crisp and pleasant laughter, which seemed to be an extraordinary return to the light before the end of life, strange and cold, resentful and unwilling.

"You are afraid, god of darkness! the reason why you are cruel and the reason why you are yelling shows that your heart is full of fear. You're afraid of losing Carretta, you're afraid of not having her, okay! I'm going to make you scared! Let you taste the real fear—"

She finished slowly, raised her head slightly and faced Demos with her eyes that had turned into bloody holes, her thick lips twitched a few times and then poured out, but there was infinite resentment between the words.

"It's not my Medusa's style to linger! You'll learn it right away! Then you'll have to admit that there's nothing you've ever failed and done more wrongfully than threatened me with death. You are destined to miss out on Carette, your fate is like the legend of the constellation of Lyra, love has flowers but no fruits, lovers are forever separated by yin and yang! Hehehe... In this life, I can meet Aquaman again, Medusa is so happy..."

After the mockery and sarcasm, the cold-blooded snake demon let out a sentimental sigh. She stretched her neck to wipe the cold blade in Demos's hand with all her might, and suddenly the skin and flesh burst into the flesh, and strings of faint blood bubbles came out of her open mouth...

"Hey—"

Demos never expected this monster to be so fierce, and he actually chose to cut it off on his own, and it was too late to react and want to save it. Now that the only clue was broken, he didn't know where to look for Karete, and he was angry and remorseful. There was a long howl in the sky, and he called out Karet's name over and over again.

"Karete—"

"Demos...?"

Carreta heard the cry of a man's pathos, ringing so vividly in her ears at the moment when her consciousness was at its most confused.

Calling the familiar name in her heart, she gently moved her stiff head, which immediately caused a pain that eroded her bones and skin all over her body.

"Are you awake?"

Another cordial greeting, but from Triton.

"Don't move, the strings of the harp are still in your body, and moving will aggravate the damage to your body. ”

Carette had no choice but to look at it from a limited perspective.

The blue, warm and pure color, was like a babbling stream, flowing deep in her eyes. It was the color of the vast sky, the color of the secluded waters in the distance, and the color of the unknown trees and plants that grew luxuriantly.

The world was filled with a sense of serenity and serenity, a fearless force that fascinated Carreta and forgot the suffering she was enduring while enduring the pain, stubbornly inhaling a breath of pure air.

She was envious of the flocks of colorful long-tailed birds that flew in front of her, and watched them soar into the distance, spreading their wings freely.

"What is this place...?"

"Don't worry, it's safe here. ... You'll be fine. ”

Terry snorted and gave a perfunctory answer sadly.

"I didn't expect it...... Demos will really come to the bottom of the sea, actually for me...... I didn't expect that the Athena gem that we Olympus were looking for would always be in his hands...... There are so many things I couldn't think of...... You say, Triton, am I, the god of Titans, too much of a failure?"

"Karete..."

Listening carefully to Carette's whispered statement, Terry felt the pain in the wings of his nose grow.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have listened to Aquaman bring you to the bottom of the sea. I promised you that you would be fine, but ......"

Terry choked up and couldn't speak. Carreta didn't seem to care about his apology, and just kept talking.

"For my sake, he did not hesitate to get caught up in battle after battle... Once upon a time, he and I were always at odds, and you can't imagine how deep that grudge is. But today even I can't believe that at this moment... So dependent on him, so eager to see him... Demos, I really want to meet him!"

As Kareta spoke softly, a blush appeared on her pale face, and she smiled beautifully and bitterly at this moment.

Triton looked at her and felt a pang in his heart. Her murmur, the flush on her face, and the smile were vividly engraved in his memory, and at the same time they had turned into sharp and hard steel needles, buried deep in his fiery and soft heart, making him tremble with pain and suffocate with pain.

Suddenly, Kareta groaned in pain.

"What's wrong with you!"

"Moqin! Moqin wakes up again! I feel... It's sucking up my divine power source!"

Kareta struggled to speak as she struggled with her body, blood gushing out like a fountain, her ailing features distorted by the pain.

"Triton, quick! blow your horn, only it can match the power of the harp, and use it quickly to defeat this devil—"

"But if you fight it, it will disturb the strings! No—I can't—"

Triton's expression was pained and hesitant, and he stepped back, shaking his head desperately in denial.

"My soul must not be taken from me, and I must be free even if I abandon this body, I must go to Demos! He is in a bitter battle for me, and I must see him—please, Triton, help me—"

Kareta pleaded, violently shaking and struggling to be interspersed with the highest end of the strings.

From the first moment of contact, the two forces vied each other, colliding fiercely and staggering, twisting and changing into different forms.

The mournful and low notes danced dazzlingly in the sky, forming a tactful and depressive tune, sad but seductive.

"Triton! quick—the Molyre is absorbing my power! My will will will not hold on—hurry up, send me away, send me to him—"

Even without Karete's shout, Triton knew it was the magic of the harp that had taken hold. It is using its magic strings to usurp the power of the Titans from Karet's body. The holy silver light was continuously carried out of Karete's body, slowly expanding from all the strings, and it seemed to soak the entire curtain of strings.

Terry's hands trembled, and his brows furrowed as he looked at Karet, still trying.

For a moment, she made eye contact with him below, and the clear water-colored eyes were full of perseverance and unwillingness, as if the flame of hope was being fanned by a raging fire, and finally shook him.

"Understood...... Karet, I will bring you to him with the sound of a horn......"

Triton's eyes had become resolute, and with that, he sent the horn's mouthpiece into his mouth...

Inside the undersea temple, Demos looked at the corpse of Medusa lying on the ground with a blank expression. With a wave of his right arm, he decisively cut off her head.

"Senior......

Since the basilisk was dead, her spell was lifted, and Jose returned to normal from his petrified state. As soon as his vision returned, the first thing he saw was Demos standing not far away holding a strange long sword.

When Jose screamed, he looked down and saw the long and fresh blood on the ground, and his face suddenly changed.

"What about Kareta......? This bloodstain is ......"

Demos didn't want to tell this mortal man about Carette's current unfortunate situation, and he didn't have the heart to say anything now. Tilting his head slightly, Demos turned half of his face to Jose.

"Run for your life. The sea has already come in, and it will soon fill the entire temple, and this place will not last long......"

Demos said lightly, and then removed the outermost layer of the long trench coat with a chic style.