They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 336 Game Ends
Amidst endless doubts, Salle slowly turned his attention to his two colleagues, Neo and Rothschild.

"I'm saying, the werewolf isn't one of you, is it? Just admit it yourself, or I'll make you take action."

"How are you going to make a move?" Someone, eager for a good show, immediately glared at the other person fiercely. "Our business is none of your concern."

"You three are from the Order Association, right? So what if you're from the Order Association? In the end, you all die one after another like slicing up a pumpkin."

"Why do you talk so much? Was there no one to talk to you when you were alive?"

Ignatius once again demonstrated to the people outside the mirror what schizophrenia is. After making an expression and engaging in self-controversy that was inconsistent with his age, he punched the mirror for the second time with a loud "bang".

This time the power was even greater than the last. Hephaestus's expression changed slightly in the distance, clearly indicating that maintaining the integrity of the mirror was not an easy task for this clone.

But he pretended it was no problem at all. Who would have thought that clones sometimes care about things like self-esteem and image?

A few seconds later, the mirror was repaired, and the soul in the mirror was clearly terrified, cowering and trembling.

Saller hadn't forgotten his purpose: "Neo, Rothschild, I'll ask you one last time, you're not werewolves, are you? If you dare lie to me, you're finished!"

Neo: "No!"

Rothschild: "Yes."

Immediately, all eyes were on Rothschild.

The seemingly honest man gritted his teeth and said, "I really don't want anything to happen to you. It's me, I'm the werewolf!"

“You…” Saller looked at his colleague seriously for the first time, and everyone celebrated the werewolf’s self-disclosure.

But then, an untimely voice interrupted.

Hephaestus appeared outside the mirror at some unknown time, getting closer and closer to it.

"For my own perspective, I must clarify—one of these two people's statements is true, and the other is false."

"That's enough!" Saller cursed under his breath. He was already too lazy to use his brain, and this experience had practically drained all the brain cells he had saved up over the past six months.

Neither Neo nor Rothschild could speak; they dared not meet Saler's murderous gaze.

If one of these two people is telling the truth and the other is lying, then Neo's statement is "true" and Rothschild's statement is "false," meaning neither of them is a werewolf.

If Neo is "fake," then he is a werewolf, while Rothschild is not.

What's the difference between this and not saying anything at all?

The crowd grew increasingly anxious. Once they realized they were about to die and that the death of a stranger could offset their own, most of them would try to "kill" someone else.

Some people started appealing to their emotions, saying how difficult their families were, with elderly people, children, and even a sled dog to take care of.

Some suggested killing Rothschild directly, since it wouldn't be long before it became clear whether his words were true or false.

"You'd better think this through, next round..."

Just as Ria was about to say something, a violent tremor suddenly came from the Black Sea, which replaced the sky. He looked up, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

A creature that had obscured half of the Black Sea revealed half of its mangled body, and as it appeared, a rain of black and red blood began to fall.

Little Swarth immediately appeared, driving the investigators to the base of the building to take shelter from the rain. It then angrily ran to Hephaestus' side, glared at him, and suddenly stretched out its tentacles to point at him.

"Gurgle!!!"

Hephaestus: "You have to believe me, little pet, I would never do such a thing."

"Am I that kind of person?"

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken; the moment he did, Little Swarth wished he could whip the head like a gyroscope. At this point, Hephaestus stopped fighting with it and instead looked up, just like Ria, to gaze at the massive mangled body.

The more I look at this thing, the more familiar it looks.

"Dagon, oh Dagon..."

When Emigana saw the half of the body, he was struck as if by a heavy blow.

"Dagon!!!"

It tried to rush forward, but Hephaestus stopped it.

"It's no use rushing up now, especially since you can't fly."

"But it..."

"Don't worry, it's not dead yet, but it doesn't seem like it will live much longer, right?"

"you!"

Emigana gritted his teeth. Hephaestus was right. It couldn't get to the other side of the Black Sea on its own, and Dagon's accident meant that Hydra's power had now exceeded the imagination of all the Deep Ones.

It might have been hiding its power before.

"I'm going to save Dagon."

After looking around, Emirina decided to find a way herself, but it would be too difficult for her to reach the upper reaches of the Black Sea.

The next second, Little Swarth swallowed it and immediately spread its wings and flew towards the top.

The battle in the Black Sea was exceptionally fierce. The waters were turbulent, buildings collapsed, and all the deep-sea divers plunged into the water to plunge into the abyss. Their numbers and scale were so great that they even created whirlpools on the sea.

Dagon was still alive, but the suffering it was enduring was indescribable. Gray sludge clung to its body, and creatures within it, like maggots, tore through its flesh and crawled around inside.

There is a natural phenomenon called "whale fall." Legend has it that when a giant whale dies, its body falls into the deep sea, nourishing all living things with its flesh and blood.

Dagon's current situation is like a whale fall, except that its flesh and blood are being taken by intelligent beings who have become extraordinary creatures.

Ria slowly lowered her head: "As expected, we are powerless in the face of natural disasters. Even Dagon cannot stop the Hydra. Perhaps the Abyss will soon be revived, and we will all become His sacrifices."

"This situation is so critical, why aren't we running away? Why are we still playing games here?!" someone shouted from the mirror.

"Especially in times like these, we must maintain an optimistic attitude; the game isn't over yet."

Do you have any way to end all of this now?

No, no one can save you, and no one can save me, so before I die, I will certainly use your lives to amuse myself.

Ria saw some of her reflections in the glass. The werewolf seemed devoid of emotion, cold and selfish, yet also like a mad dog that might suddenly lunge to one side and tear everything in its path apart.

"The game continues."

Beneath the ruins of the Black Sea, in the city of blood rain, the werewolf, like an elegant dancer, circled the mirror once, raindrops falling on its fur and then sliding down its fur.

"It's getting dark, please close..."

"and many more!"

Saleh suddenly spoke up: "I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore. If I point out who the werewolf is now, will I be declared the winner?"

(End of this chapter)