"There is no breath of nature, not even the wildness of animals, only a rich coldness!"

Bronk stretched out his palm and placed it inside the paw print, feeling it carefully.

"It's like a corpse!"

The druid added.

"Corpses? Which ones are you? ”

Dean pointed to the far side of the hallway, where the figures were slowly and stumbling towards it.

With the eyesight of Dean and the druid, it is easy to see the specific situation of these figures: some have no arms, some lack the soles of their feet, and even have no limbs at all, relying entirely on the contact between their chin and the ground, and trying to move forward.

However, all of these figures have one thing in common: their skin is pale and bloodless.

Undead!

The two were the first to confirm this.

"This is the walking corpse?"

The druid looked at Dean uncertainly, the seed in his hand ready to go.

"No, this isn't just a walking corpse, it's a modified corpse - I've seen it in one of the organizations under the Mobius Wave! Although it was speculated that this 'sea god' had a relationship with Morbius, I didn't expect the relationship to be so close...... This kind of corpse transformation requires at least one workshop! ”

Dean said as he shot a white moonfire from his hand.

The flames burn fiercely, and the transformed corpses are the best fuel.

"The Ring of Morbius?"

The druid, who had heard Dean mention it, immediately asked.

"Well, it's that organization, they are good at combining and transforming the corpses of people, animals, and beasts, and even apply them to living people!"

Dean nodded.

"It's horrible! This is completely against the laws of nature! ”

The druid exclaimed.

For the druids, this kind of thing was completely unimaginable.

Within the 'Land of Origin'. The state of those Morbius fanatics can be regarded as the limit of what the druids can accept.

"But a lot of people are willing to join in because it brings power! And power can give them power and wealth! ”

Dean shrugged.

"Selling your soul for the sake of power and wealth? This, ......"

The honest druid couldn't find the adjective at all.

"Soul? They are long gone! However, it's not the poor people in front of you! ”

Dean said, gesturing to the corpses that had fallen to the ground in the moonfire.

Under the moonlight. There was nothing, only corpses constantly deformed in flames.

They also have no soul!

It wasn't that he sold his soul voluntarily, but that it dissipated when he died, or rather, ...... It's been drawn!

Quietly!

Among the many walking corpses, hundreds of translucent and hideous figures suddenly burst out of them.

Blazing fast!

However, Dean had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Airplanes!

The moonlight was magnificent, and when these ghosts were bathed in the moonlight, it was as if the snow was under the scorching sun, and the hideous ones melted quickly.

When that hideous appearance fades. All that's left is the original face.

It's just that there is nothing on these faces.

They were sluggishly bathed in the moonlight, instinct driving them closer to Dean's unfinished 'kingdom of God'.

Dean frowned.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

The druid frowned at the sight of this.

"These souls have been damaged and are completely unable to go to the 'Land of the Dead' to rest and reincarnate, they can only become believers in my 'Kingdom of God'!"

Dean replied.

"Can it be recovered?"

Druid asked.

"It takes a long time!"

Dean said.

"That's better than that, right?"

The druid sighed.

"Who knows? Where the moonlight is, be where I am. Where the moon shines, it shines for me. In the land where I shine, there will be peace and tranquility, and I will protect those who believe in me, my things! ”

Dean replied, and then a prayer rang out.

The sound of prayer from within Dean's "kingdom of God" quickly infected these wounded souls. They're moving faster and faster.

The same prayer sounded from his mouth.

When the frequency of the two prayers coincided, hundreds of souls in front of him entered Dean's 'kingdom of God', healing in the moonlight, and providing Dean with the power of faith.

And with the disappearance of the soul, the corridor that was still congested before. Empty.

However, before Dean and Bronke could make a move, a graceful singing voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was so nice and light.

Dean had never heard a song like it.

The same was true of Bronk, and even, in front of his eyes, a forest of life appeared, and the druid involuntarily stepped forward.

However, as soon as the body moved, it was pulled by Dean.

Dean admits that the song is beautiful, and he has never heard such a beautiful song, but Dean has always been appreciative.

Instead of indulging in it.

In particular, after discovering that something was wrong with Bronke, Dean didn't even have the heart to admire, and only vigilance remained.

"Wake up!"

Dean patted the druid on the shoulder.

However, the other party did not react at all.

His eyes were blank, and the whole person was about to walk forward like a walking corpse.

If it weren't for Dean pulling hard, the other party would have already walked towards the depths of the corridor at this moment.

Dean waved his hand, and a ray of moonlight enveloped the druid.

The other party has not changed, it is exactly the same as before.

This made Dean frown.

Obviously, the singing voice that appeared in front of him was even more troublesome than he imagined.

"Kraken?"

Dean muttered.

In books about the god of the sea, the Kraken is always unavoidable.

These krakens are beautiful, pretty, and have beautiful songs.

It's just that when you're fooled by the songs, you'll be their meal.

Mythical times, on an island somewhere on the west coast of the Gosai. There's an island of Kraken.

The island is thrilling with beauty on one side and terrifying on the other.

On the beautiful side, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the greenery is verdant.

On the side of fear, there are many bones and mountains of bones.

When people look at the beautiful side. The song will then sound, and people will involuntarily walk into it, and what awaits them is a mouthful of blood.

However, according to the books.

With the end of the mythical age, the number of krakens decreased dramatically, from about ten to only one or two.

In the subsequent records, the only one or two remaining krakens will appear from time to time.

Until nearly two hundred years. The King of Conquest disappeared after he appeared.

Because, when the king of conquest went to sea, he met the kraken, and twisted the head of the kraken off with his own hands, and hung it on the bow of his ship as an ornament.

So, when reading this section of the Kraken, Dean thinks that the Kraken is extinct.

However, what I didn't expect was. He met again.

This came as a surprise to Dean.

But not panicked, for the Kraken. People have already had a way to cope.

The candle appeared in Dean's hand.

The moonfire melted it, and Dean smeared the half-melted candles outside the druid's ears.

Suddenly, the druid came to his senses from the state of the walking dead.

"Am I confused?"

The druid was stunned, looked at Dean, and then touched the wax on his ear.

There is also a legend of the Siren in the Land of Origin.

The druids knew exactly what that meant.

"Hmm!"

Dean nodded. Then looking around, he said, "Moreover, this Kraken is a little different, at least, in my cognition. Ordinary Krakens can't be so completely confused by creatures that have reached the top level of the 'domain'! Unless ......"

"Ignited the divine fire?!"

Druids said.

"Or, with some godblood!"

Dean added.

"How is this possible? It is possible that the Kraken is the bloodline of the Kraken, how can there be the bloodline of the gods? ”

The druid shook his head, disbelieving.

"With the willfulness of that 'sea god', what can't be done?"

Dean said as a matter of course, looking unconcerned.

Suddenly, the druid was a little speechless.

Because, he knew that what Dean said was the truth.

That 'sea god' can collude with Morbius, who he regards as an evil god, what else would the other party dare not do? Even if it is impossible to produce one or two descendants of the Kraken with each other's bloodline?

Or, as Dean says, made.

Stomp, stomp!

And just as the druids were silent, there was a sound of light footsteps.

A moment later, in the sight of Dean and Bronke, a figure walked out.

It was a beautiful woman.

He has a beauty that is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Even Lennie, Grand Duke Swordsman, etc., can't be compared.

At this time, the beautiful woman looked at Dean and Bronk with pity.

Those eyes were like a pool of autumn water, clear to the bottom.

And that posture is like a willow in the breeze, swaying.

"What a gift from nature!"

The druid didn't hide his amazement, he looked at the other party and said.

Dean frowned and didn't refute.

The woman opposite, Dean can be sure that the other party is a kraken.

However, the other party did not hide or transform.

To put it simply, the other party's appearance at the moment is the other party's real appearance.

Moreover, the other party is very good at taking advantage of such appearances.

Using appearance as a weapon is one of the biggest dependencies of a beautiful woman.

During his time as an Assassin, Dean had seen more than one of these female Assassins, targets that others would have considered completely unreachable.

For these female assassins, it was a breeze.

Even, many Assassins have lamented that using their appearance as a weapon is the best means of assassination.

Dean, who knew this, looked at his companions who were directly admiring him.

There is a deeper level of experience.

However, that doesn't mean Dean will let the other side continue.

Compare the beauty of the other person to your own life.

Dean would obviously choose the latter.

A moonlight sword appeared in Dean's hand.

The Kraken stopped, she sensed danger, and she was even sure that if she took a step forward, the man in front of her would definitely make a move.

"Wait! I have no ill will! ”

The Kraken shouted.

PS First Update~ (To be continued.) )