The toad monster, whose head had been pierced by a sharp blade, fell, and almost at the same time, the siren's muscular, slender form emerged from the darkness where it was hiding. Fioni left the witch beside him and rushed up to himself. And the reason for this behavior is not because the kraken's heart ignites the idea of hoeing the strong and helping the weak, but he has to do it. A voice, faint but real, appeared in the mind's head, begging for his help. Fioni wasn't sure if the sound was coming from the barnacles on the rocks, but he had reason to believe so.

"Poof!" the Kraken, whose physical strength was running out in continuous action, punched down the enemies who were close to him, and his keen dynamic vision allowed him to see the number of opponents in between runs, not counting the one that was cut down by the scimitar he thrown, and the five toad monsters. A quick victory was needed, and Fioni knew he couldn't give his opponent time to gather more companions. Otherwise, not only would he not be able to save these barnacles, but he might also implicate other companions. Fortunately, despite the Kraken's poor physical strength, his opponents are relatively vulnerable.

In fact, the strangeness of these toad monsters had already been discovered by several people when they encountered them before, compared to their counterparts in the black spire that flowed out of the cracks in the walls, these monsters born directly from the bones showed a considerable degree of weakening in terms of physical fitness, movement and even the ability to corrode other objects. So just by adding a punch that accumulated energy while running, the toad monster that was hit had already taken several steps back, covering its mouth and nose and temporarily losing the ability to fight.

Fioni seized the moment and pulled his scimitar from the fallen corpse, a weapon he had not yet fully accustomed to belonging to the Sharktooth Huntress, but he didn't have to go all out against an opponent of this level. The other four monsters seemed to hesitate when they saw their two companions dead and wounded, and they let out a menacing roar while slowly retreating. This is where these toads differ from their counterparts in the Spires, who have never shown the intention of retreating during previous encounters. However, wanting to retreat was very different from actually being able to retreat, and the Kraken took a step, using inertia to drive the blade, and rushed towards the closest monster to him. The main difference between fighting on land and fighting in the sea is the footsteps, and the Kraken, who are accustomed to borrowing from the current around them, often fall behind because they do not know how to fight. Fortunately, Fioni was aware of this, and although his pace was not as good as that of a real earthly warrior, at least it would not be a burden to his actions. "Poof!" the blade made of shark teeth slid through the monster's arms and tongue, slicing through the throats of its foes with precision.

There were four more, Fioni stepped forward with his right foot, his body turned, his arm in the air with an arc, and with a single slash, he cut the enemy who had not recovered from the heavy punch in half! Three, the kraken narrowed his eyes to get a clearer insight into the scene in the darkness, and the remaining three toads were fleeing in three directions, and he immediately made a decision, throwing the scimitar in his hand again, hitting the one on the far right. Then the kraken exerted his legs and pounced on the enemy in the middle as fast as he could! Seeing that the enemy was in front of him, Fioni opened his big mouth, revealing the sharp teeth inside like carnivorous fish, and pressed his hands on the target's shoulders like iron pincers, and the sharp teeth were ruthlessly bitten down on the soft neck! The dark brown flesh had an indescribable smell of corruption, and the kraken only let these things stay in his mouth for a second and he regretted it. But Fioni still endured the nausea, coldly enlarged the neck wound of the fallen enemy, and made sure that it had no chance of surviving before squatting on the ground and retching.

Just as the Kraken was paying for his mistactics, the last monster had already run away, and Fioni looked up, a little drooling at the corner of his mouth, knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop the runaway from returning with more of his kind. Fortunately, the Kraken didn't act alone. The long whip, twisting its limbs in the air like a python, is interestingly because it shouldn't have been that long, but its end appears on the back of the monster's head as if it crossed space, shattering the fragile skull in one fell swoop.

"You'd better come up with a reasonable explanation for your actions, Kraken. Fettis withdrew her whip, but she didn't retract her stance, and there was little kindness in her eyes when she looked at Fioni. Obviously, if the Kraken couldn't provide a reason she could accept, the witch wasn't going to tolerate his actions this time.

When questioned by the warden, the Kraken did not respond immediately. He simply put away his weapon and walked over to the gravel on the salt line, looking down to see what was the condition of the barnacle that had been thrown to the ground by the Toad Monster. Unfortunately, the little guy has lost its life, and several pieces of the shattered shell happened to pierce its body, and the cloak that was supposed to protect itself became the direct cause of its own killing, which has to be said to be quite ironic. Despite this, Fioni reached out and picked up the barnacle's body and placed it on top of the rubble, which was next to the other barnacles. "You're talking in my head, aren't you?"

The witch tilted her head, wondering if Fioni's actions were justifying her actions with her poor acting skills, or if the Siren's brain was hallucinating due to the influence of an unknown element here. It was not for nothing that Fettis thought so, she had observed these barnacles with her magical vision for a long time, and from the latter, she did not feel any magical reaction. In other words, no matter what these barnacles are, they don't use magic. In that case, it's naturally impossible to speak in the minds of others through magic like the caster, isn't it?" "Please, don't, hurt"

Almost subconsciously, Fettis poured her magic into her eyes, desperate to find the source of the voice in her head. But just as she had already confirmed, all the creatures around were dim in the magical spectrum, except for a slight magical reaction on the sea salt on the ground. "Don't look for it, they're not communicating with us through magic. If my guess is correct, they are supposed to do this by emitting something resembling spores. ”

The Kraken's tone was quite affirmative, as Fioni had encountered a similar situation in the sea, where many shellfish and sea creatures such as corals were unable to make sounds or use body movements to communicate with their own kind, and some of them did not even have hearing or sight. But the sea has given them another magical ability, that is, they can release tiny particles with messages into the sea, so that their thoughts can be transmitted to their own kind. It's just that this method of transmitting information is quite obscure, and even the polymath among the Krakens does not know much about it. Now Fioni speculates that the barnacles used a similar method, and that the medium of transfer changed from water to air.

"What are you?" the Kraken asked, trying to speak in human language. However, he soon realized that even if the other party could talk to him, most of the language he was using was not understood by the barnacles. The Kraken, on the other hand, does not have the ability to release information particles into the air. Interestingly, Fioni got a response shortly after he finished asking this question.

"We, Shell People. ”