Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night, and the soldiers after the great war needed alcohol and revelry to numb their hearts and stop beating so fast. This is especially true for those who were not directly involved in the battle, even though the great Sea King had sucked up the fog, and the people still did not know how the war would go, and they did not know whether it would be a sailor returning from victory or a kraken with a butcher's knife that would land in the morning light tomorrow.

In fact, this is also quite a contradictory thing, because before the Kraken and the humans declared war, the conflict between the ground inhabitants of Heartless Bay and the sailors in the docks has never subsided, and it is impossible not to die a few times a month. It's just that this contradiction was forcibly erased by the great witch by taking advantage of the cruel isolation that lasted for more than half a year, which caused the unity of the human side.

This solidarity never includes those who are human but work for witches, such as the mountain monsters and the Saich. From the very beginning, they had absolute confidence in the witches, not only because of the magic and means that the witches showed them, but more importantly, because the people who served the witches were well aware of the nature of their masters. That is, outright egoists, such a group of people who will not give each other the slightest chance in the face of foreign enemies, and for their own interests, witches will unite like never before.

As a result, Sach even relaxed completely after seeing the fog lift, leaning against the mountain monster's armor and falling into a deep sleep. But when he was woken up, he knew something was wrong. The sky was so dark, the stars and the moon were still in their right places, and the dawn was just around the corner, but there was a deep and oppressive atmosphere in the air that had never been seen in the middle of the night. "Ahh

The so-called pure soul is not the soul of a newborn baby, because when the baby leaves the mother's womb, he becomes an independent being, hungry, cold, crying, and laughing. The truly pure soul is only found in the embryo of life that is about to be born but has not yet been born, and only during this time can the child not be born or die, and there will be no shortage of all. Therefore, the networm experienced more than a premature birth, her child was turned by the evil spirit as early as the time of conception, so that the fetus could not easily leave the mother's womb, in short, it was destined to be a difficult birth.

The servants appointed by the witches would not come until after dawn, and even out of fear of the waterfront, it was questionable whether they would come today. This made Sach's newly awakened head seem to be knotted, and he wanted to go inside to see the condition of the networm and see if there was anything that could help, but his body was grabbed by a hand wrapped in metal. It was the mountain monster, and the silent gatekeeper stopped Saich's actions, and in the latter's confusion, pointed to the spot where the sun should be angry.

The boy followed his fingers, and what he saw was not the thin layer of morning light reflecting on the picture, but an uncomfortable blue-green light. Something is heading here, no, toward this hut to be exact. Sech instinctively wanted to run, and he felt a faint familiarity from the strange light, something that was too similar nine months ago, but since he and the mountain monster were fighting against the toad monster formed by the giant bone marrow, it was not clear what the witches had actually summoned at that time.

He soon saw it, for when the blue-green glow shone on the beach instead of the sun that was supposed to rise, a dark shadow emerged from the sea. It was a mass of intertwined and bifurcated beings, with a body as slippery as a snake, but more gloomy than a snake without body temperature. When the moray eels looked at Sach with the same eyes of different sizes on their skulls, the boy's brain went blank, followed by the damp heat he felt from his crotch.

The mountain monster pulled the boy behind his back, and the man in the armor didn't seem to be frightened by what was in front of him. However, his stiff gait and the way he was too rude to interact with Sach showed that the gatekeepers could not afford to ignore this terrible demon. It's no wonder that witches and wizards have parts that belong to normal creatures after all, and even more so than the unnatural ones, but this thing in front of them exudes incomparable evil from head to toe. Evil, which was originally the word used to describe the heart and actions of man, became the most accurate description of what this thing looked like and how it looked and felt in this monster.

Fortunately, the demon that emerged from the sea did not care about these two people, and it came to accept the results of the deal with the witch. It's been waiting for this day for too long. For this evil being, born from the soul of the dead at the bottom of the sea, it can no longer remember how many flesh it has eaten, how many unwilling souls it has fused, or rather, this demon, like its appearance, is not a single individual at all, but a grotesque thing formed by the twisting and binding of countless wills with different thoughts under the shackles of a filthy root. For this chaotic being, it instinctively longs for the purest soul in the world, and if it swallows this soul, its chaotic foundation can be strengthened, and it can become more evil.

The moray eel's head followed the mercenary's cry of pain past the gatekeeper and approached the hut from above. But just as it was about to touch the house, the shells buried around the house began to shake in the sand, making noise that forced the demons away. A coincidence, because the witches, as the proposer of the deal, could not stop the demon from harvesting the soul, but because the demon concealed to them that he would make the networm's child born prematurely, Garen and Hela were able to unknowingly set up this evil ward through the hands of Saich and the mountain monster.

However, the demons don't interpret this as a coincidence. "Liar!", "Bitch who kills a thousand cuts!", "Witch!" Countless heads let out countless curses, some even in other languages. And unanily, they were all very angry. One of the weaker moray eels, when he had nowhere to vent his anger, saw Sach sitting on the beach shivering, his lewd head showing hideous pleasure, "An accomplice of the liar, and a good snack." ”