They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 340 We will all die eventually, but our race will live on forever.

After these words entered the minds of all the Deep Ones, Dagon let out a long cry. Its voice was different from that of all its people; compared to the sound waves filled with supernatural pollution, its voice was more like a pure whale cry.

“Woo————————”

The ancient cry echoed across the deep seabed, like a mournful melody that lingered for a long time.

All the Deep Ones lowered their heads. Hessevier stood at the forefront in silence. Then, it used some special ritual to cover its body with ancient patterns, and its size increased dramatically in an instant.

Haysevier gave Dagon one last look, then opened its mouth wide and fiercely bit Dagon's neck, shaking its head wildly and tearing at its flesh.

The entire process was brutal and bloody, but no Deep Ones stopped it, because it was something their tradition required them to do.

In order to receive Dagon's full power, the chosen one must completely devour it until becoming the new Dagon.

During this process, Dagon must remain clear-headed and devote all his power to the chosen side.

Dagon had once obtained power from the previous Dagon in the same way, and now it was its turn. The behemoth had no complaints; it only felt a little regretful.

It's quite amusing to watch you swim around every day, but... I won't get to see what you look like when you've grown up...

These words brought tears to the eyes of the emotionally fragile Deepsea divers.

Fortunately, the process of Dagon being torn apart was not long.

soon--

The body of Hysevier, which had grown to a gigantic size and was covered with ancient patterns, rapidly disintegrated. Its bones remodeled, and its flesh and blood gradually regenerated after disappearing.

Once this process is complete, the new Dagon will appear before the Deep Ones, but before that, Dagon will become extremely vulnerable and will need to be guarded by the Deep Ones.

The sealed curse would also find itself at such times. If the original Dagon hadn't been unable to hold on for much longer, they would never have chosen to welcome the new Father God in this way.

Emigana stared blankly at its father, realizing it had never understood him.

Before it could even raise its head, a cacophony of shouts suddenly erupted from afar. Numerous silt-covered creatures, carrying intelligent life forms, tumbled toward it, with jellyfish-like figures appearing and disappearing behind them.

Clearly, Saler did not defeat the Hydra, and the Hydra will not actually attack it.

This gave Saller the opportunity to pursue relentlessly.

Emigana gritted her teeth and rushed to the front: "Why do you have to go to such extremes!"

Looks like you guys really did kill Dagon, well done!

Your Mother Goddess Hydra bestows upon you the highest praise.

“Answer my question—and what nonsense are you spouting? Dagon was killed because of you.”

I didn't kill it. After all, we've been together for so long, there's bound to be some affection... Weren't you the ones who killed it?

You killed the mayor with your own hands.

The abyss will not forgive you.

However, if you confess your sins now, perhaps I can pray to Him...

"Children, please stop being rebellious, stop being naughty, stop defying the will of Mother Goddess." As she spoke, the figure of a mature woman gradually materialized on the gray silt. Her arms were extremely long, her lower body was sunk into the silt and connected to it, her skin was so pale that it could glow in the deep sea, and her eyes were filled with pupils.

This is what the Hydra looks like as a human. Over the long course of its history, it has absorbed countless intelligent life forms and naturally has come to yearn for their forms.

But the aesthetics of extraordinary beings are different from those of humans; this is the best posture they can imagine.

“Come, children, the newly born Dagon is our common enemy. If we join forces to kill it, the Abyss will sue you for innocence.”

Hydra spread her arms toward the many deep-diving creatures, while Saler's tentacles lashed out from behind her, but a circular barrier of silt immediately blocked them.

Hydra turned back, his double pupils gazing regretfully at Gignatius.

"I don't know how you ended up like this, but please don't worry, everything will be alright."

Hydra appears calm on the surface, but is actually becoming increasingly irritable inside.

Its oversight in failing to eliminate Dagon immediately led to the birth of a new Dagon, who was none other than Dagon's most prized general.

Hysvis's combat strength ranks among the top in the Deep One race. If it claims to be second, no Deep One would dare to claim that they can surpass it and become number one.

Hysivis is fierce and warlike. If it were to become Dagon, Hydra, no matter how powerful, would not be able to crush it in a short period of time.

However, this is also a period of weakness for the new Dagon. As long as it is killed, it will not be too late.

"I'll say it again: you can't stop me; the coming of the Lord is inevitable."

As he spoke, Hydra raised his arms high, and the souls in the mud rushed out and charged towards the Deep Ones: "Foolish fellows, when you challenged me, the life within me had already found the seal and destroyed it."

“You don’t really think you’re so smart, do you? Without my guidance, you’ll perish sooner or later.”

"Now is the time to welcome the abyss! Rejoice! Jump for joy!"

Emigana's pupils trembled as it realized something was wrong. It wanted to go to the sealed land but was worried about its father's situation. After weighing its options, it entrusted everything to its kin and rushed towards the seal itself.

"I didn't expect Hydra to have this trick up its sleeve. No, I should have thought of it sooner."

The boundary of Ancient North Edrin beneath the Black Sea is covered in gray silt, the remains of Hydra who died there. In other words, all the Hydra's remains were piled up there, and given the Hydra's nature, they wouldn't do anything without a reason.

"Perhaps the Hydra tried to awaken the Abyss, sacrificing all the people of North Edrin and the corpses of the old Hydra, but failed and was consumed by the backlash, and then..."

What does it intend to sacrifice next—its own life, Dagon's life, and even the lives of most of the Deep Ones?
The newborn Dagon was indeed a fine sacrifice, full of life, but how could the Deep Ones tolerate such a thing happening?
"Everything it does is for the sake of the tribe, and it is only for the sake of the tribe."

Hydra believed that as long as the community could survive, the life or death of individuals was irrelevant; the most important thing to protect were the deep-dwellers who could help the community reproduce and survive.

The other members of the tribe were merely sacrificial offerings.

"So this was your plan from the beginning..."

Emigana quickened its swimming speed, and after an unknown amount of time, it finally reached the location of the seal.

Below the trench that cuts through everything, the rock layers on both sides were covered with dense curse marks, but now those curse marks have become blurred and even algae have grown on them.

(End of this chapter)