Lightning struck Toplo, the benthic devilfish celebrating his 30,000th birthday, the member of the Council of the Seven Grows, the de jure ruler of the Wrathful Ocean, the guardian of the old people of the sea and the fish monster—and he flew upside down, pulling a white line into the sea like a hot coal.

All the monsters present widened their eyes (if any) and looked in horror at their owners who had been struck by lightning. The shock caused them to flinch in unison, but it only lasted for a moment. The tallest of them all roared, and the sound sounded like a broken bell in a fish tank. Then, half of the monsters fluttered into the sea and swam to the location of the portal. Other monsters with innate spell-casting abilities all untied their reef staff and cast spells on the sudden appearance of the Otherworldly Gate.

Toplo slowed down. He first stood still as if he was frozen, and waited until all the thunder in his body dissipated before letting out a roar of rage. His bare chest was strewn with intricate scars, one eye socket was empty and had lost its eyeballs, and the other was burning with rage. "No matter who you are, I will imprison your soul in the depths of the abyss for 10,000 years!"

Four long tentacles writhed from the sides of the three-eyed fish, his green body glistening with transparent slime. A large number of bubbles wrapped the spell runes, like homing bees, and rushed to the gate of the other world not far away.

"It seems that something is wrong, the door can't be closed," Sneijder, who was standing in the laboratory, said flatly, without any fluctuations in his mood. Sensing the anomaly, Quest also came here, and through a television spell, he saw that the underwater monsters living in the island world were pouring into the Ramsay plane. "Switch the position of this open door and make trouble for the emperor's army. They've been going so well lately that they've had some time to settle my men. ”

Hearing this suggestion, Sneijder, who was as black-hearted as his employer, nodded. He swiped his palm upwards towards the sky, and half of the monsters that poured out of the teleportation area turned into glass, and were knocked down from the sky along with the rest of the monsters. The strange monsters that turned into glass fell to the ground and fell to powder, and the ones that were still alive were slammed to the ground, and less than ten were able to stand up.

Snead clenched his left hand into a fist and slammed it into his spread right palm. Immediately, two of the monsters began to melt, flesh peeling off their bones, screaming and falling to the ground until the melted flesh gagged their decaying throats. There are six left. Sneijder's hands were parted, and the strange limbs were torn off their torsos by invisible hands, and then they exploded, and before they even had a chance to scream, they turned into clumps of gnats, flies, and wasps and flew into the forest.

"We'll have to deal with the ones who saw where they were," the half-lich explained to Quest, and then he was preoccupied with revising the runes on the magic circle. He gently pulled out a rune, then tinkered with it with a rune pen before putting it back into the magic circle. "The position adjustment has been completed. ”

And just like that, a portal that shouldn't have appeared appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the end, it led to a very correct result for Quest - the emperor was a hidden danger in Ramsay's world, and the benthic demon fish was a hidden danger in the island world under his control, and the two hidden dangers came together - "It would be best to end up together," Quest thought to himself, "but it seems that there is still something missing, and I have to create more conflicts for them, so that the fight will be more lively." ”

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The dog trainer was silent, just looking out at the growing twilight. Somewhere on the other side of the horizon, one of his fiery beasts seemed to be gasping for something. The vision in that direction was soaked in clouds of white smoke that changed the color of the sky at this time, like a false dawn. The low clouds refracted flashes from time to time, accompanied by bursts of beastly roars, like distant thunder.

As night falls, the chill grows. Chewing on the marching rations of boiled maple syrup, crumbled dried fruits, and smoked rat meat, a group of crows trudged with difficulty. To keep warm, they had to wrap some cotton cloth around their clawed soles, but after being soaked in salt water, their soles were numb from the cold.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, piercing the raven's thick fur like a dagger. They shuddered, struggling forward, only because the raider had ordered them to come and find out what was going on here. At this time, the blood on the muddy ground was no longer hot, and the red blood stains passed through a flat ground that seemed to have been swept by a strong wind, and suddenly lost its trace.

"Something dragged the corpse here, and then ......" the Raven Captain who led the team stuffed the last piece of his marching ration into his mouth, and snatched another piece from one of his fellow creatures beside him, "...... Eat dry and wipe clean. "The other party dares to be angry but does not dare to speak, the society of the evil crow people has always been like this, the strong have the right to arbitrarily deprive the weak.

Chewing on food in large gulps and making a "crunching" sound. The Raven Captain was about to say something, but he suddenly woke up and swallowed all the food with a "grunt", "Be on guard, I smell creatures." ”

He re-raised his spear, covering half of his body with his shield, carefully stomping around for possible enemies. And just then, he suddenly felt something grab his ankle. Before he had time to think about it, the Raven Captain immediately jumped up desperately, and he also kicked down hard with the clawed soles of his feet, trying to get out of this crisis.

However, not all of the Ravens were as agile as him, and nearly half of the Raven Squad, a small team of ten, were hit. They were knocked to the ground by the monsters that suddenly rose out of the mud, and then their spiky claws—somewhat similar to the Raven Men—were stabbed through the body, or pierced by the monsters shooting out of their faces to three hollow tongues.

All in all, half of the Raven Men in this squad instantly lost their combat effectiveness. The Raven Captain stared nervously at the ugly monsters, though that was usually what the Ramsey people called them. But it must be admitted, that the Raven Man is nothing to the Faceless Lurker in terms of its curiosity alone—the leather, hairless biped creature with no facial features and grotesque swirls and gaps all over its body.

It is worth mentioning that although the Faceless Lurkers resemble the walking dead, they possess no less intelligence. As one of the many creations of benthic devilfish, they were created to blend in with the air-breathing race on land to engage in espionage and gather intelligence.

After ten minutes of labor pain (for Faceless Lurkers, the transformation is painful), they will be able to reshape their skin, twisting their rubbery bodies to take on new shapes. This kind of transfiguration is so vivid that it can almost be confused with the real. The only possible exposure is when eating, even in the form of a mouthed creature, the Faceless Stalker is not allowed to eat solid food. They survive only on fluids, including the blood in their victims' bodies, and the tool for feeding is their tongues.

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