Jaquia looked up at something in the darkness, she had never learned anything about what existed in front of her in the life of a huntress, and she had never known when such a deformed monster had been born in the ocean. That's right, monster, even when you first see her, you can clearly realize that the other party is not a creature in the natural environment, because even the most chaotic waves cannot create such an alien. With its torso, towering like impurities erupting from an undersea volcano, and anemone-like limbs split from above, moray eels' teeth should never have barbs and their eyes should not have such a terrible light.

"Funny, really funny. The eel's head opened and closed, and it whispered a playful voice in the language of the Siren. "Our black smoke won't work against her!" the other head cried, but without the panic that a move should have. "Hunter of the Shark Father, her perception does have the potential to be beyond our black smoke. The head with the three barnacles analyzed it calmly. "She's not the Shark Father's hunter, we didn't see her sharks!" "Her sharks are dead! We know, we see it, we hear it, we smell it." ”...

Jaquia's arm trembled a little, and she noticed that as the ugly, misshapen anemone stretched out, each of the eels that made it up was the size of a Siren in one bite. When these terrifying monsters stare at them from all sides, it feels like a group of giants from above talking about ants in their eyes. Smallness often means powerlessness, especially in the ocean, where even the most daring sardines can't defeat the whales that harass them, and when the sun-covered manta rays swim through the water, shrimp and crabs can only hide in the shadow of the reef for safety.

But hunters were born to break down this hierarchy based on innate limitations, their weapons and experience more than compensate for their size disadvantage, and their courage and intelligence transform themselves from passive to active. "In the name of the Father of the Sharks, filthy demons, you'd better get back into the abyss! this is not the place for you!" Jaquia shouted as she wielded her hot-armed weapon, hoping that the gods she served would intimidate these tongue-in-cheek aliens.

But the angry shouting was only exchanged for ridicule, hundreds of kinds of ridicule, "Behold, the little hunter is angry. She's telling us to go back!" "We're so scared, Father of the Sharks, oh, his name makes us tremble, hee-hee!" "You can shout louder and see if your Father will come to your aid." Among the many mockers, an eel with six eyes slowly approached Jaquia, its six eyes full of malice, and its tongue forked like a snake, "Your god is a coward, poor little fellow. He's just a jellyfish hiding under the skin of a shark, and he'll do nothing but urge you to offer him more prey. But we are different, we are omniscient and omnipotent, we are all and one, we are the masters of this ocean. ”

The demon's whispers infested the hunter's brain, and for a moment Jaquia almost believed the words of the beast in front of her and reneged on her beliefs. But the shark teeth on her belt spurred her spirit, and in the eyes of the huntress she saw the nimble form of her companion swimming around her, tearing apart all the power that had bewildered her. This reminded her of an old saying among hunters, and without thinking, she blurted out, "I never believed in the Father, and the Father never chose me." I follow only the noblest way of hunting, and the name of this path is the sharks!I am no one's slave, I am a noble hunter, born to hunt and die for hunting!" The hunter's teeth sharpened in the oath, and in her consciousness a sense of heat and blood was being generated. In this moment, she is both a kraken and a shark, and the path she follows rewards her practitioners in this way.

"Poof!" the rapid impact was fleeting, and Jaquia's body bounced off the six-eyed eel's head, the black blood that had just been pierced from the weapon in her hand, thick like the night that could not be dissolved. "Ahhh "You're going to pay!" the wide-mouthed monster pursued the hunter from below, its large mouth full of spiral-like barbs reminiscent of an octopus's mouthparts.

But the hunter wasn't that easy to catch, and Jaquia didn't need to look down to know what was going on below, she swam quickly, thinking of a way to defeat the behemoth. You can't stay away from it, because the advantage of distance is on the monster's side, and you can sneak up on it once, but you can't resist the combined attack of multiple heads. So the odds are not far, but near. "Hmph, the price? I don't think there's a price to be paid for dealing with something like you. The huntress shouted, and swam toward the ugly, misshapen torso.

"Kill you!" "Tear you apart!" "Eat you alive!" the nearby moray eels roared and joined the hunt, coming from all directions with large mouths forming a netting of sharp teeth in an attempt to block Jaquia's path. But the huntress has long been familiar with navigating through the slits, and she used to exercise her agility in the intricacies of coral when she was young, so even in the face of several long mouths, Jaquia can still calmly find a way out of the trouble, she makes the other party unclear of her true speed by swimming in variable speeds, and the fins that grow behind her allow her to complete exaggerated turns while swimming.

Accelerating, slowing down, turning left, diving, dodging, and moving, Jaquia was very close to the monster's torso, and the moray eels that first tried to eat her had been torn apart by the hunter's play. Even because of the barrier formed by the torsos of the moray eels, the farther heads could not penetrate the gap to attack Jaquia, and the huntress became calmer, realizing that the monster was just a façade. And since all the heads have the same sense of pain, it's not hard to guess that they are also sharing other vital organs, so there must be something important about this thing in the torso!

The sharp metal tip left a dark red trail in the water, and Jaquia's hands were raised high, and the weapon in his hand stabbed fiercely into the flesh in front of him! The imaginary splatter of flesh didn't happen, and an arm covered in chitin carapace protruded from its torso, grabbing the hunter's weapon. At the same time, the owner of the arm, a strange sarcoma with the upper body of a kraken, leaned out of his torso and said in an obscene tone.

"What?" Jaquia was startled by the unexpected turn of events, and instinctively wanted to back away, only to find that the thing's other hand had grabbed her shoulder. In desperation, the hunter arched his body, curled up like a shrimp, and then stomped his legs heavily on his opponent's chest! "Oh, you're pretty strong. It doesn't matter, we like the spirited ones. It's a chewy feeler. ”

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