Chapter 1046: Chapter 560: Does the Mother of Monsters Crave His Body?
The entire North Sea Region was filled with oppression and frenzy due to the arrival of Noah’s Ark.
Surrounded by the National Border Lock, the great fleet, and nine Fifth Order legends, the Chaos Beast Horde, already in a desperate situation, laughed heartily:
"Here it comes, the Noah’s Ark of my lord, the Mother of Monsters!
Let’s see how you die this time? Hahaha..."
The polluted Noah’s Ark was almost completely uncontrollable.
If it had entered the scene from the beginning, none of the six sects, including the Blood Beast Nest, could claim their spoils according to the agreement.
Its rule is: "I want it all!"
Even its mere existence is already the most terrifying Calamity.
Whether for humans or for these Kin, the danger is substantial; if careless, they themselves might get devoured by the Ark.
Even the Chaos Beast Horde itself lacks the ability to freely enter and exit the World Ecosystem; once swallowed, there’s almost no chance of survival.
Unless the Mother of Monsters is fully sated and regains consciousness, there is a slight chance of survival.
But now, in this ugly dilemma, there’s no need to control the Ark; let it first rush into the North Sea and seize the Soup of Life, take down the North Sea Empire, and put humans on the menu before discussing anything else.
If they delay any further, they won’t be on the table, but on the menu themselves.
At this time, Byron dodged a scatter bomb, feigned joy, and then "strategically" proposed a suggestion:
"Gentlemen, the oil-addition tactic is a big taboo in warfare.
We’ve already suffered once from it; why not this time, let’s attack in concert from inside and outside?
Noah’s Ark attacks from the outside in, I’ll summon my lord’s avatar in the North Sea, and my daughter will command the legendary warship Valhalla to attack from the inside out.
Encircle from both sides, annihilate the Deep Sea Fleet of the Wild Hunt King, and then split the North Sea Empire evenly!"
The Chaos Beast Horde and Primordial Core exchanged glances, both found it very reasonable.
As long as there are enough Fifth Order legends, and their followers and Power of Law are strong enough, defeating a demigod is not entirely impossible.
If Byron unifies the North Sea Empire and then runs it with peace of mind for a few more years, in terms of population, material, Mind Wish Power... and other aspects, he could definitely meet the prerequisites for killing a demigod head-on.
"Therefore, the Wild Hunt King must die!
Byron, we’ll help block those demon-breaking bombs for you, and you can safely summon the Touch of the Kraken."
Each of them drew a bone-forged heavy weapon from their bodies; the Divine Aura erupted, wielding the heavy weapon so tightly that water couldn’t seep through, standing back to back to guard Byron in the middle.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Sparks flew, and the sound of thunder echoed repeatedly over the sea.
With millions of Bayfolk and Violet’s Rhine Metal Company backing, the bomb with demon-breaking effect seemed endless.
Even though the mythical forms of the two pseudo-gods were giant demon monsters over a hundred meters long, facing cold weapons against bombs was no trouble, but their power and spirituality were rapidly depleting.
Byron took out a Forbidden Book replica from the Luanyun City belief, pretended to start casting.
It was actually using his most potent Divine Arts in silence, listening to Byron’s countdown by his ear, ready to strike the two teammates fatally at any moment.
Time ticked by.
The foreheads of the two pseudo-gods of the Blood Beast Nest began to sweat, and the protective Divine Aura was shaking.
"Byron, are you done yet? Why so slow?"
Byron formed his hands into a conch shape by his mouth, perfunctorily saying:
"Almost there, almost there."
Just as the defenses of the two pseudo-gods began showing cracks, difficult to sustain in both spirituality and physical stamina.
Toot toot...
The manic flute sound suddenly rang from beneath the sea surface, a shadow like a huge dark blur raced from the depths of the North Sea behind them.
Relying on their pseudo-god’s Divine Sight, they could clearly see layer upon layer of sea waves, numerous severely decayed pale tentacles stretching towards the sky.
Unlike ordinary octopus tentacles, its sucker centers were filled with hideous mouths, switching irregularly between flat and round, shifting between plane and 3D, appearing especially unreal.
"Finally, here it comes."
No need to see with their eyes, at the moment of its appearance.
Everyone felt as if something slimy was crawling back and forth in the grooves of their brains.
Inexplicable images, languages, texts poured madly into their eyes, ears, noses, tongues, skins, any sensory part of their existence.
Strange whispers mixed with stench flowed through their nasal passages and ear canals.
The peculiar feeling was sticky and slick, as if slippery tentacles moved across the eardrums, melting into the stinky mud of the swamp and rushed into the skull...
Amid those extremely chaotic, totally illogical, unstructured insane ramblings.
They faintly heard an ancient name exuding a sense of decay:
"Touch of the Kraken!"
The response of the mortal sailors was the most intense.
In their eyes, the masts, ropes, planks of the nearby warships, even the dark clouds in the sky... began to twist and transform into the tentacles of some giant soft creature.
With sticky suckers and saliva-dripping mouths, teeth, like the stench of tides, they surged towards them.
With just one look, someone widened his eyes, losing focus, raised his rifle aimed at his own jaw.
