The armored posture is like that of the underwater monster Manda, but because it is not long enough, it shows a bit of the silhouette of a cetacean.

This is in the vast majority of the strangely shaped group of sea heirs, which can already be regarded as an existence with excellent shape and good looks.

But even so—

Under the huge base of all the sea heirs as far as the eye can see, such a cool existence is not uncommon, let alone attracting his long-term attention.

It's not as good as those sea heirs who look grotesque and match the original intention of the monster, so that he cares.

But what if it's scenting of Isamara?

Let's be honest.

Ormer's first instinct was that Isamara was hiding in the massive body of the sea.

It's like the children who were once called out in the body of the whalemon, using it as a vehicle and using it as a cover.

It was easy for this kind of big guy to hide a girl with a height of 166 in his body, but when the giant beast opened its mouth and let the sound waves ripple in the air, it resounded throughout the spiritual realm.

The conjecture was disproved in an instant.

It was indeed His voice.

All the sea heirs, all the masters of the source energy skills involved in the spirit, and even the users of the ability that is purely related to the spirit, can hear the long and tactful chant from this moment.

It was a special 'whale song'.

The song sings of anticipation, of wishes, of the most intuitive desires.

The same path.

From that moment on, all beings who heard the song had to go through a round of San-check-like mental alienation examination.

This is quite fatal for many beings who are on the battlefield, after all, a momentary distraction in the battle is also extremely dangerous.

Those who are in the rear are not a big problem, after all, even if they fail the test and start to go crazy on the spot, they can be slapped by the people on the side to break the paranoid psychological state of wanting to join the sea heir.

Even if you fall deeper and can't wake up with a slap, you can control it first, and then let others marvel at the radiation range of this mental pollution.

This is undoubtedly a testament to Isa Mara's mental strength.

It is inconceivable that he would be corrupted by demons, but it is true—before Omer made his 'call', he was even dormant to delay the demonic assimilation, unwilling to surrender the entire horde into the hands of a horde of creatures that would only bring destruction.

Admittedly, He has another way.

That's a reproduction of what it was like back then.

- Back then, He gave everything to Scati as 'nutrients', transforming her from body to soul into a new Isamara.

This power is why He is called the "Corrupt Heart."

For him, this kind of reincarnation would have been easy again, just as he was already in the posture of this giant sea heir at the moment, and with a rather huge performance optimization, it further delayed the assimilation of the demons.

It's just clear that no matter how He transforms the 'body template,' the spirit, or the soul, is not reborn.

For the first time, the heart of corruption felt the threat like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and at this point, his only choice was to give up his own will, and only to hand over the power of the newborn to rule and guide all the sea heirs to his appointed successor.

A new "Corrupted Heart" is born, but no longer in the name of Isamara.

Just why......

Why are you still hesitating?

Why haven't you done it yet?

With the sharing of information through the blood ties of the sea heirs, Isamara's desire to sift through the vast sea of information should have been a matter of moments.

He could have given in an instant to secure a more likely future for the multitude, but He was slow to make a decision.

He even chose the most sensible approach, but in fact, in terms of Haiji's nature, the most negative countermeasure.

Abnormal, abnormal, the past me, why do you still have a remnant?

The personality simulation named Scati is still preventing Isa Mara from destroying herself.

But not for survival.

It was a paranoid understanding, just to slow the death of the entire sea heir race.

Or bring a glimmer of victory to your companions, or avenge your companions who have fallen in an underwater city.

But it shouldn't have been, and it didn't make him understand.

After clearly recognizing his own nature and acknowledging that he is Isa Mara, the simulated personality named Scati will disappear completely, and he will be buried in the dark.

But now, she seems to exist.

hindering one's own judgment, confusing one's own thoughts, as if in turn corrupting oneself, and bringing the whole race together to the end of what appears to be a tide at first glance, but is actually a tide withering.

"But that's just your illusion, Isa Mara."

Suddenly, he heard a human voice sound, but it was a deep trill that was not like that of a human vocal cord, conveying a message that was difficult for her to accept.

"Phantom... ......? ”

"Of course, that's your fear, Isa Mara." The human language expressed it with a sense of reality that was hard for Him to deny, as if it were an exposition of the truth of the world.

"Ever since you gave everything you had to that deep-sea hunter named Scati, Scati no longer exists."

"After awakening, you should know this very well."

"Scati's memories and personality bind you, the hardest, yet most fragile shackles, like human emotions themselves."

"You've already broken free of her, you should know you're never going to run into her again anyway...... Unless it's because of your own thoughts. ”

"Think... Nian ......"

Silent echoes, muttered in a muddy mimicry of pronunciation, as if still unable to comprehend the meaning of the message.

"Yes, thoughts," the voice continued, "and the thoughts manifest themselves in the form of fear, but you are not afraid of the deep-sea hunter named Scati, but of yourself who wants to turn away from your newborn responsibilities. ”

The muddy parody of "Diverging from ......" began to become coherent.

"To be a Skaty, no longer to be an Isamara, but to live as a deep-sea hunter, a bounty hunter, a Rhode Island employee, you have given everything to her, and even the life at that time was also a continued dedication to the existence of 'Scati'."

"That's why I said, you're afraid."

"I'm afraid of myself like that."

"Fear that the great crowd will no longer be led, fear that the great crowd will perish, and even more fear of the existence that caused all this, it is you, Isa Mara."

“……”

"Now, make a choice, Isamara."

"You are assimilated by the demon, and it is constantly evoking your memories, your emotions, and inducing from them, giving an outline to your fears."

"Even if your instinct breaks through the blockade because of me at this moment, even if you can break through your fear right now, you will usher in a team of killers."

"They're all going to be beings you know, and most of them will be colleagues you knew when you were Scati."

"That's why you know they won't keep their hands, because you're a monster that has taken over Scati's body in their eyes."

"In your current state, you can't fight them."

"You'll be slashed again, and you won't be able to fool yourself even if you do it again."

"The great crowd will indeed perish because of your folly."

"But I can give you another possibility."

"It's just that possibility, and it also requires you to bet on the future of most of your blood relatives at this moment in order to win for the big herd."

"So, make a choice, Isamara."

"I will be fair and impartial, and wait for your decision."