They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 320 Let’s fight. Let’s fight.
In a matter of moments, severed limbs covered Hydra's body.

"hiss--"

Dagon raised his fins and emitted a snake-like warning sound, while Ria casually stuffed several investigators into Swarth's body to prevent them from being contaminated and mutated.

Schwarz looked at it, and Dagon casually picked it up and placed it on his head.

Its size was enormous; the current Swarth was clearly not as big as it was, and when it lay on top of the other's head, it looked like a perfectly fitting hat.

However, Ria was still very pleased. It seemed that finding a helper from a mythical creature had not been in vain. As a mythical creature, if Little Swarth wanted to please someone, he could almost make that person regard him as a friend without any resistance, and even willingly protect him.

This also applies to Ria, although even with parasitism, it took Ria a long time to accept it.

This puzzled Little Swarth. It was clear that it cared about Ria the most and had put in the most effort for him, even using extraordinary methods. How could Ria wait so long to open his heart to it?

Little Swarth felt that if it hadn't persisted, its host might still hate it now.

Those plague doctors once described it as a critically endangered species, but only the mythical creature itself knew the truth.

For some unknown reason, these parasites produce extraordinary substances to numb the host's senses and force the host to accept them—

None of it worked on Ria.

In other words, Ria later decided to acknowledge and accept Swarth.

Schwarz felt defeated and became depressed at the thought that its host had once hated it.

"What's wrong with you?" Ria asked, noticing that the mythical creature's eyes had turned red. It suddenly lowered its head and rubbed against the mythical creature that Ria had transformed into, and then its mood visibly improved again.

Ria: "..."

He often couldn't understand the thought processes of mythical creatures.

However, the current layout is complete, and now it's time to let things develop as they will.

Dagon had the right to know the truth, and the group truthfully told him the truth, hoping that he could deal with the Hydra.

The enormous creature kept swishing its tail, clearly in a very agitated mood, while at the same time, it emitted a low, unpleasant growl from its throat.

It sheltered Ria and the others from the effects of the pollution. Then, Dagon stared at Hydra, slightly opening its blood-red maw filled with fangs.

The life force within the Hydra was still screaming. They realized that Dagon was enraged, and most of them were clamoring for the Hydra to leave so as not to be implicated. They had no desire to be swallowed by Dagon.

But there are always exceptions.

Dagon, you have forgotten your duty as a servant. As servants of God, we must unconditionally give everything to Him so that He will look upon us.

The Abyss will inevitably revive, and it should settle things with that evil god, the Radiant Sun. As for other life forms, what do they matter! Making our Lord happy is the most important thing, isn't it?

At first glance, this sentence sounds like Hydra speaking to Dagon, but Ria instinctively feels that it is not.

“Hephaestus…” Ria muttered to herself.

What are you still hesitating for? Do you really want to be enemies with me, who has been by your side for thousands of years? I am right. Stop your foolish idea of ​​using your body as a seal, or I will kill you right now!

Dagon's emotions seemed to become even more unstable. Instead of responding to the other party, it directly swung its claws down, tearing the group of creatures to shreds. At the same time, the mud spread up its arm.

All life cried out in agony once more.

Why provoke it! Who is provoking it! Don't you care about our lives?! Don't fight Dagon! The Hydra's consciousness is our shared consciousness; if we really fight, we will die!

Are you all so cowardly? Dagon's situation is much worse than before. As long as we kill it, the Abyss will immediately revive, and that ruler will make us all his angels.

Kill it now!

【no! 】

【stop! 】

Kill it now!!!

【Do not! 】

It is clear that life within the Hydra has become divided, which seems like a good thing, because division often means it is easier to break down.

But now the Deep Ones are in grave danger, and they cannot afford to lose any of their guardians. Dagon and Hydra should be jointly guarding the seal, but at some point this heavy responsibility fell entirely on Dagon's shoulders.

Anyone wants to profit from this.

Who can profit from this?
Ria coldly stared at the creatures arguing amongst themselves, deliberately amplifying her voice.

"Did you do this, Hephaestus?"

Shortly after, a voice answered him.

What does this have to do with me?

[You can't blame everything on me. I'm now polluted by this gray sludge, stuck with these guys, unable to live or die. If I don't save myself, who will? ...Are you expecting that faceless god to show mercy?]

There was no point in arguing with this guy anyway. Dagon was now completely mired in the mud, thrashing about. Each time, the screams of life being shattered in the mud could be heard, and the mud was gradually swallowing up Dagon's flesh and blood.

Fragments of bone and yellowed brain matter flew everywhere; Dagon was truly enraged this time.

In order to protect its people, it must completely erase the current Hydra and wait for the new, flawless "Thousand-Faced Moon" to fill the void.

Unlike Dagon, Hydra is regenerative, but each time the life consciousness in its body is cleared, it will result in a long period of unconsciousness.

At this point, it will lurk in the opposite dimension beyond time and space, slowly searching for the brains of intelligent races and absorbing their brain marrow.

Hydra has a wide-ranging diet and even contains the heads of living individuals made of stone and metal. It should possess infinite wisdom due to the collective wisdom of its inhabitants, but too many individual opinions only lead to chaos.

Hephaestus, on the other hand, relished this chaos. The more chaotic the outside world became, the more pleasure he found in it. Ria even suspected that this might be the source of their shared power.

During the battle between Dagon and Hydra, the "Thousand-Faced Moon," amidst the chaotic din around him, Hephaestus's newly acquired body even had the leisure to greet Ria.

Look, they're fighting. By the way, you look a bit strange right now. Is this what you meant by playing a werewolf?

"Of course more than that."

Ria narrowed his eyes. Hephaestus was looking at the top of Dagon's head when he was suddenly slapped hard by the life in the mud beside him.

That blow sent mud flying out of his head, and Dagon, now completely covered in mud, plummeted downwards.

(End of this chapter)