It seemed to be right in the ears, and it seemed to be far away, and the deep and distant song sounded at the bottom of the sea.

This song is like a cry and a complaint, but it is very soft, and it is intoxicating and yearning. The roaring Leviathan suddenly stopped, and he floated in the sea in a daze, without making any moves.

At the same time, the sea suddenly fell silent, whether it was the churning sea or the roaring beasts, no one outside the column was silent, quietly listening to the soft singing.

After Leviathan, Fenrir also stopped, and his two golden boys flickered, looking at their old rival in the heat of battle.

He swam forward, as if to remind the old rival that it was time to wake up and fight, before a slap landed on his head.

Xia Mi, who slapped him, fell lightly on his head, holding a dragon horn and standing firmly: "Look, he's going to make a big move." The sound of ice freezing continued to sound in this sea area, with Leviathan as the center, the extremely cold field stretched out, completely sealing the sea area where he was.

The ice cubes that were constantly generating were like eggs, enveloping him entirely. Xia Mi was a little surprised, and after a long time, with an expression of admiration on his face, he muttered to himself: "Actually hid your body in this kind of place, Behemoth, I really underestimated your bold ......" In the ice crystal thicket, Leviathan's body was faintly glowing, and within his huge body that had become somewhat transparent, another half-humanoid luminous body could be faintly seen.

Her long flicking tail was gorgeous, her posture was graceful, and her posture was graceful, and she gently swam, danced, and sang within Leviathan's body.

"On that day the two beasts will be separated. The she's name is Leviathan, and she dwells in the depths of the sea, in the waters. The male's name is Behemoth, and he lives in a wilderness east of Yindian Garden, and the name of the wilderness is Dendayyan, which is invisible......" Xia Mi looked at the giant whale and the mermaid, and said softly,

"This is a human record of you, and apart from the fact that the gender is misaligned, it is generally accurate." The icy realm was still spreading, and the whales that were the genus were long gone, and the thin layers of ice spread around them, forming a fortress that provided a formidable defense for the Leviathan.

But now that didn't matter, Natsumi and Fenrir, who were outside the ice, watched this scene quietly, and they didn't try to stop it, because the evolution of the dragon king could not be interrupted.

Even if they are beings of the same level. Behemoth's singing voice gradually rose high, like a dragon dormant in the endless abyss, raising its head proudly and roaring at the prosperous world on the sea.

The light gradually spread, and in the ice, both Behemoth and Leviathan were no longer visible.

"However, only when one of the two dragon kings devours the other, the true dragon king will be born." Natsumi continued, even if the audience was only herself and Fenrir,

"This is undoubtedly sad, but only in this way will the dragon king, who is truly feared by the world, be born." There was the sound of ice breaking in the light, and huge shadows surging in the center of the light, like something spreading its massive wings.

At the same time, the whole ocean seemed to come to life, from the invisible seabed to the unsearchable sea, and there was no way to measure the sea water.

Looking at the figure in the light, Natsumi chuckled: "Just as the names of Behemoth and Leviathan have been passed down by humans, the names of the true kings of the sea and water have also been recorded by humans...... Her eyes gradually lit up with gold, and her plain white skin was covered with a layer of scales with a deep light.

Slender horns gradually protruded from the top of her head, and wings and dragon tails also stretched out behind her, and the terrifying realm formed around her.

A girl named Natsumi has changed back to her original form, Jörmungad, the king of the earth and the mountains. Shaking her neck and feeling the power of the dragon, her golden eyes locked on the distant light that was fading, revealing the ice within, and the beautiful, slender, divine yet destructive figure with white scales shining in it.

The churning sea water writhed with excitement like a new life, and the king who surrounded them was like a shout, shouting a common name with countless voices.

Ignoring the seemingly boiling waters around him, a dark light flashed in Jörmungård's eyes: "The dragon that bears the world, Bahamut ......" Legend says that under heaven is earth, and below earth is hell.

And whether it is heaven, earth, or hell, it is on the head of an angel, and this angel is standing on a mountain of rubies.

A bull carries the ruby mountain, carried by an even greater dragon. This dragon swims aimlessly on a sea without foam and without bounds, as the cornerstone of everything, supporting the bull, the ruby mountain, the angels, and the whole world.

The ice that froze the entire sea shattered, and the light of Bahamut's silver-blue scales reflected in the broken ice crystals.

His huge, glorious wings fluttered in the water, and with each flap, a large number of elements gathered and guarded him.

No longer as bloated as before, his slender body like an oriental dragon swayed with the currents in the sea, and the silver-blue scales on the surface of his body reflected the faint light of the seabed, making it impossible to ignore his existence.

The glow illuminated his upper body, and its slender but eeriely beautiful claws silently tucked into his upper abdomen, waiting for the moment to swing them out and tear the enemy apart.

The comical huge head disappeared together, and the horns hidden under it were completely poked out, like a crown with a beautiful and hideous head.

A pair of eyes full of indifference to everything in this world with dazzling golden light, quietly looking at everything in front of him.

If the beauty of Behemoth is the beauty that people have not yet seen, but will be intoxicated by the song, then the beauty of Bahamut is full of divinity, and as long as you see the light emanating from him, you can't help but worship his beauty.

As for Leviathan, at the first glance of him, you can hardly believe that he is a noble dragon king.

A low voice sounded in this sea area, and the dragon kings who had disappeared for a while reappeared in this sea area, and they swam to Bahamut's side with great care, their huge bodies lying low, chirping like puppies.

Without looking at them, Bahamut's tail swept and stroked over them. Wailing and falling from the water, the whales churned in the dark seabed, looking unusually painful.

As they struggled, the scales covering their bodies were torn, and black-red blood leached out of the bloodstains, staining the already dark sea even darker.

In the turbid seawater, there were faint pieces of black-red stumps rolled up by the seawater, and quickly sank into the seabed, mixed with the invisible mud and sand.

Jörmungard watched unmoved, then she raised her hand, and a huge bone snake poked out from the bottom of the sea, opened its fangs, and bit down on her side.

A piercing scream rang out in his ears, and between the snake's fangs, a slender creature struggled.

Trumpet's limbs tore at the serpent's fangs, and the creature was like a miniature version of Bahamut, emerging from the whales' bodies the moment they cracked.

This is not the parasite commonly used by Behemoth, but the whales themselves as a genus. When the Leviathan evolved, they were also given the gift of a chance to evolve.

Although it has not reached the level of a pure-blooded dragon, under the power of Bahamut, this is far from the power that people can imagine.

The sea water, which had regained its calmness, was stirred again, and in the turbid water, several dragons and dragons who were the same as before, but much larger than the creatures just now, drilled up from the bottom of the sea.

Devouring the remains of their past, they quickly began to change in size, returning to their original size, guarding Bahamut's side, screaming at Jörmungård and Fenrir.

"Bahamut, the dragon that bears the world, the giant beast like no other in the world......" Jörmungad turned his head and looked at Bahamut in the shimmer,

"Are you going to use something like this against your brother and sister?" The giant snake closed its mouth, and the newborn dragon blood creature was instantly torn apart, and the red and golden dragon blood was scattered in the seawater, and it was quickly diluted.

The dragon king's subordinates roared loudly, and roared at the dragon king Jörmungad.

The settlement form has changed, but their habits have not changed when they were whales, and the death of their companions is enough to prick their nerves and make them tear apart the enemies in front of them in a rage.

"Shut up, fox fake tiger thing!" His eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura of dignity that he didn't dare to look at him directly overflowed from Yermungad.

Under the cover of the dragon king's aura, the entire water area was instantly silent. Bahamut made a voice that was so low that only his subordinates could hear it.

Then those scrolls seemed to be unwilling to glance at the other dragon king in the opening of the realm, and gradually swam backwards, disappearing into the depths of the ocean.

"It was originally used to support Behemoth, and yes, her current situation is not good." Jörngård spread his wings in the same way and rose to the same height as Bahamut.

The seabed swelled again, and several huge bone snakes rose from the bottom of the sea, dragging her back. Fenrir swam over and stopped beside the bone serpent, three large creatures facing each other, each churning the waters in front of them.

"The moment I saw you, I understood the whole picture of Behemoth's plan." Jörmungad looked at him and said softly,

"The true king of the sea and water, Bahamut; and the artificial dragon king born by the whims of humanity themselves, but perfected by you, Niold. ”

"You don't have to kill each other, you don't have to devour each other with guilt. Your birth together is the true nature of Behemoth's plan. She continued,

"Together, you float from this Nibelungen, flood the human world with great waves, and then hunt us together and usurp our power......"

"Fenrir...... Jörmungad...... Our brother and sister who are destined to be against each other after all. Bahamut, who had not spoken since Leviathan, spoke.

His voice was inaudible of age or gender, and it was so flat that it wasn't the culprit who interfered with their plans or the object of their fight.

However, a silent realm unfolded beyond Jörmungandr and Fenrir in the seas.

Beautiful ice crystals like snowflakes float in the sea, and countless layers of ice that are so light that they are invisible seal the sea layer by layer.

Bahamut silently raised his head and hummed softly, his song piercing through the ice and resounding throughout the sea.

In an instant, as if in response to him, the silent sea boiled again, the icy water churning and churning the shattered ice.

…… On top of an observation lighthouse in the Tyrrhenian Sea, Italy, observers watch in amazement at the waterspouts that wreak havoc across the sea.

Originally, the sky was already dark, and in another half an hour, he could wait for the shift changer, take a small speedboat to say goodbye to the sea view, and return to Rome to enjoy the rest of the vacation.

But a sudden thunderclap woke him up from his holiday dreams. As he looked out through the small window on the lighthouse, an octopus snapped against the window in the next second, and then he saw a picture that he would never forget.

Several thick waterspouts swept across the sea, not only the size of a faucet as previously found in various reports, but a real tornado hurricane composed of seawater, which rolled up reefs and even shipwrecks on the seabed.

The surface of the sea was constantly undulating, and the water was churning, as if there was a huge furnace heating underneath.

Then his already white face turned even whiter, because he couldn't see how big it was, but at least tens of meters of huge waves hit the observation tower.

It wasn't his delusion, the observation tower really shook. Although when I was interviewing for this job, I said how powerful this observation tower is and how many levels of waves it can resist.

But no one took this to heart, and even wanted to laugh a little, after all, this is the Mediterranean, no matter how big the wind and waves are, how big can they be?

He now regrets that he didn't listen to the tsunami weather in the training class.

As for taking out the textbook that he didn't know where to go, it's probably too late to flip through it.

Suddenly, a shrill bell rang to recover him from his distraction. He turned around and found that an old man in a suit with white hair was standing in the middle of the room at some unknown time, and pressed the alarm button.

"The moment you see a tornado, you should have given a warning." The old man, who looked very gentlemanly and looked like a scholar, looked back at him,

"Also, if I were you, I should have left before the situation was serious."