Shirley's consciousness awoke from her crumbling dream, and she opened her eyes in the darkness to see that she was still lying in the dark bushes that looked like thorns.

Whispers and strange roars seemed to be close to their ears, almost burrowing into their brains, and cold air currents spread through the shadows like disgusting tentacles, as if to lick their own skin, and there was something beyond the bushes, a swarm of swelling and shrinking, indiscernible squirming creatures that smelled the breath of the living and found the hideout over long distances—a feast was about to begin.

Shirley twitched her arm slightly, the stiffness and numbness of her whole body made every movement extremely difficult, but she felt a slight heat diffuse from somewhere in her body, re-nourishing the body that had just died.

She struggled to lower her head, and saw that the heart in her chest had completely stopped beating, and in a matter of seconds it had crumpled and withered into a black crumb, but a faint green flame burned silently on the surface of the dregs, eerie, but warm.

She regained a little strength in the limited warmth, and slowly struggled to her feet.

The arm swayed inadvertently, and the broken black chain on the right arm rubbed against the ground, making a noise that was not very big, but it was simply harsh in this dark and silent place.

The murmuring and roaring noise outside the bushes paused for a moment, then suddenly turned into a chilling whistling!

Countless rising and shrinking shadows rose from the shattered land outside, and countless hideous and strange demons took shape in ecstasy and rushed to the feast!

The spiritual fire spread and burned in the cracks of the bones, the black residue in her chest cavity had completely transformed into a cluster of endless flames, Shirley took a deep breath, she heard the movement outside, the fear of death and an inexplicable restlessness were surging up in her consciousness at the same time, she gasped quietly, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the two hearts that had fallen to the ground.

After a moment of hesitation, she reached out and picked up the two "hearts" that were still beating, her eyes full of blood-colored glimmer flickering.

There was a cracking sound at the edge of the bushes, and a giant beast tore through the barrier of its hideout, heavy footsteps and an appetizing roar reached Shirley's ears.

But she didn't seem to hear the voice that had come to her head, she didn't feel the breath that had blown on her face, she just lowered her head, slowly stuffed the two hearts into her chest, and whispered as if talking to herself: "Dad...... Mom...... Don't be afraid ......"

The sensation of her heart beating reappeared in her chest, and the experience of being "alive" made her feel that the last remaining stiffness and sluggishness in her limbs had finally completely subsided, and Shirley stood up with her body propped up, a series of crackling and popping sounds erupted from within her, and layers of bone spurs rapidly grew from the edge of the dark ribs in her chest, protecting the two hearts and a cluster of flames in it—she raised her head in the darkness, her body slowly rising up, and a monstrous, grotesque, spiked demon skull appeared in her vision.

A huge crack was torn open in the bushes of the hideout, and the huge floating skulls looked down on the prey in the bushes with malice, and around the skulls were countless hovering and terrifying figures—death birds, soot jellyfish, and deranged dinosaurs......

A dog once said that if you meet them when you are alone, you must run.

But this is the deep sea, and there's no escape here – they're all over the place.

"Shirley, don't be afraid ......"

A dead bird was the first to attack, and the chaotic demon could not contain its instinctive hunger and desire to attack, and it let out a high-pitched, piercing howl, its wings suddenly expanding into a dark cloud, and swooping down the trees with a corrosive cloud—

Then, with a dull piercing sound, a pitch-black multi-segmented bone spur pierced into the sky like a sharp sword, piercing the dead bird directly!

Then, one after another, knob-like bone spurs—pitch-black bones protruding from the bushes like some kind of twisted and symmetrical arthropod, first into the sky, then bent down to prop up a tall body and stride out of the bushes.

Her limbs were slender, the pitch-black bone fragments were layered and covered like some kind of close-fitting armor, intertwined, sharp bone spurs and blade-like structures grew from the joints of her arms and legs, flashing with dim blood, her broken chest was covered with thorn-like broken bones, the two dark red hearts in the bone cage beat slowly, and countless knob-like bone structures extended from her back, like the giant wings of a skeleton, but like strange and ominous limbs, this pair of limbs bent down from the air, Holding her body high in the air like long legs, she looked down on the demons who had gathered here from all directions.

She turned her head slowly, and on her face that retained her human form, a pair of hollow, ethereal eyes grew bloody.

A hoarse and piercing cry came from the side, and the dead bird, pierced by sharp bone spurs, struggled violently on Shirley's "long feet" for a few times, and then turned into a pile of smoke and dust that quickly escaped and a small pool of mud that slowly flowed down, absorbing little by little into Shirley's bone spurs.

Shirley frowned slightly, looked at the position where the death bird dissipated and dissolved, raised the bone spur arthropod and shook it vigorously in the air: "...... Disgusting, unpalatable......"

Then she turned her head to look at the demons who had gathered around her, but had fallen into chaos and sluggishness for a while due to the sudden change in circumstances, and leaned down slightly: "Have you seen a strange ghostly hound, its name is Ah Dog—my friend?" ”

The Gloomy Demon Horde stepped back for a moment, some kind of crisis instinct that gave their unwitted minds an option to avoid, but only a moment later, aggressive desires overwhelmed the fragile "sanity".

The grotesque floating skull with spikes on its surface suddenly opened its jaw, and a huge corrosive cloud instantly coalesced and smashed in Shirley's direction.

Then came the deathbird that circled and swooped through the air, the ghostly hound that roared wildly on the ground, and the myriad of strangely shaped monsters that even Shirley couldn't name—these ghostly demons that relied entirely on instinct rushed over, roaring, roaring, and rushing towards the "invaders" in the territory in a frenzy!

"I just, I know......"

Shirley muttered, with annoyance in her tone, and in the next second, her figure suddenly turned into an illusory shadow-

She swept across the shattered land like the wind, spurs like giant wings of bones and crooked limbs stretched through the air, stabbing at every demonic entity that dared to approach it—no tactics or spells, and with only the physical instincts and the most basic speed and power she had just mastered, she rushed into countless demonic clusters.

A simple and brutal approach to combat—just like she did when she first picked up her chains and threw Dog at her enemies.

……

Lucrecia looked up at the black stone door that shocked even the veteran "frontier scholars" before she withdrew her gaze for a long time.

“…… They've dug up a lot of stuff," lamented the sea witch, "and these cultists are always going to make a mess that they can't even control...... Continue. ”

"This is the connection point between the deep sea and the real world," Duncan said beside him, "According to what I perceive, there is a multi-dimensional 'overlap' here, not only the real time and space are superimposed, but even a part of the deep sea is directly superimposed here. ”

Lucretia nodded, then worriedly, "...... Are you really sure this works? I'm not saying that your power can't open the door, but ...... If that 'saint' can't hold on and the gate closes early, how will you come back? Across the door is the deep sea, and we don't know much about it, even if you get lost on the other side, you're afraid ......."

"It's okay, I've thought about it," Duncan interrupted Lucrecia's concerns, "We all know that at the very center of the Deep Sea is the Dark Lord, and beneath His 'throne' is the passage to the subspace. ”

Lucrecia's expression was a little subtle for a moment: "...... What do you mean? ”

"Punching a small hole will probably not affect the balance of the entire deep sea, after all, the gap that the Lost Country hit in the deep sea is even larger," Duncan said casually, "If I can't go back the same way, I'll come back from the subspace, and the 'Holy Lord' shouldn't have much of a problem with this—if that's not feasible, then I'll just call the Lost Country and hit it again." ”

Lucrecia: "......"

Duncan just waved his hand: "Let's get started." ”

Seeing that her father was ready, Lucrecia nodded lightly, then went to the open space in front of the door, pointed her short baton at the ground, and tapped it twice.

A smoke "popped" up like a magic show on the stage, and as the smoke cleared, the "brain" wrapped in a spider bone cage with a strange and disgusting shape appeared in front of Duncan again.

The "saints" woke up slowly.

At the edge of the bone cage, the stalks seemed to be revived from its slumber, and its many eyeballs twitched and fluttered, finally noticing its surroundings and Duncan's party standing next to him with expressionless faces.

Almost instantly, the monster, which was no longer a human at all, came to its senses, and it struggled as if it wanted to get up, but it couldn't move the slightest bit because it was forbidden by the witch in advance, and could only shake the air around it, letting out a chaotic and piercing roar: "What did you do?!" ”

"Not yet, just as we are about to begin," Duncan said, stepping toward the "saints," calmly gazing at the disgusting pile of eyes, "you may begin to pray—to your lord." ”

(End of chapter)