They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 60 Medium-rare Grilled Fish
"It's a pity, supernatural beings, you can slowly enjoy the scorching heat of the sun until you turn into fish fillets."

Ria jumped into the nearby pool and watched as the sea merfolk tried to escape but couldn't. They were bound by a tangled web woven from messy tentacles, which oozed acidic substances that corroded their flesh, exposing their bones.

The fishy smell was gone, replaced by a unique, charred aroma of roasted fish.

"I think I'm a little hungry..." Ria touched his stomach, but he now had a certain psychological aversion to eating fish.

Even so, it doesn't stop Ria from thinking that grilled fish over a large fire is a delicacy.

"People would probably like this flavor. I wonder if we could set up a grilled fish restaurant and sell them..."

Wait, now is not the time to think about these things.

As Ria watched the fishmen scream in agony, she quickly instructed Little Swarth to collect their blood, which had not yet congealed from the flames, and draw red lines on the ground. These lines gradually connected, forming a sacrificial array that shone like the rising sun.

Then, Ria rose from the pool, opened her arms to the statue of the rising sun, and loudly recited His prayer.

"A newly emerging star in the land of life and death, the very center that all things seek in their cycle of rebirth."

Using flames to sever the lines between day and night, I stand guard in an endless expanse.
Sing praises to the rising sun, offer tributes to the rising sun, become the rising sun…

After he finished shouting these words, just as he was about to state his demands, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow on the ground out of the corner of his eye.

Ria's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly dodged to the side. With a loud "whoosh," a black fishman, only slightly smaller than the female fishman, appeared where he had been standing.

The merman's eyes were bloodshot, and both webbed feet were ulcerated to varying degrees, exposing the stark white bones. Large and small blood holes appeared on his body, and Ria could even see the merman's pulsating internal organs, which were encased in his ribs, through the blood holes.

"...We meet again, Keepers of the Secrets, I will not let you get away with this."

The black fishman ran his fingertip across his body, wiping away a few black flakes. Only then did Ria realize that the fishman's original body color was not charcoal black.

The moment it appeared, the several fishmen who were being burned seemed to have found their backbone and were extremely excited. The fishman only muttered some unintelligible words, and then the heavy rain came again, completely extinguishing the flames that had been rising from the fishmen's bodies.

Lia was somewhat displeased: "They were almost fully ripe."

"Shut up, you troublemaker."

"Do you think your little bit of cleverness can fool us? Among the Keepers of the Secrets, I've lived too long and seen a few like you. They try to sacrifice themselves to the sun, hoping to end the Great Rain Festival, but in the end, all that awaits them is to join us in endless despair and become one of us."

"So?" Ria tapped the ground with the bottom of her cane, and Little Swarth immediately tore off pieces of flesh from the half-cooked merfolk and swallowed them into his tentacles.

“I don’t think a medium-rare fish has any chance of surviving. Sir, you can have a taste… By the way, you just said ‘we meet again’ and mentioned the Keeper of the Secrets. Could it be that you recently encountered Doctor Birdbeak and got beaten up like this?”

Lia gloated: "This is truly pathetic. Judging from your appearance, you can't even heal yourself, so you should just give me your position as soon as possible and let me give you a quick death."

"You! All you can do is talk a good game."

The black fishman faced his kind, watching them fall to the ground, struggling in agony, trying to scratch at the charred fish flesh on their bodies, but only scratching away more and more of it. The fish flesh had completely lost its nerve sensation, which only made the fishman's face more ferocious as he saw the white flesh falling out.

The merfolk pleaded with the black merfolk for help: "Priest, Lord Harlemberry, please end us! My flesh has lost all feeling, it really has no feeling!"

Did you see that? They're all falling down, one piece... two pieces... three pieces. Why do I feel hungry when I smell meat? This must be the abyss testing me, ahahahahahahaha! No, I'm so hungry, so hungry... I'm so hungry!

Can I eat this?
Edible!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

It's edible!!?
I want to dedicate myself to Him!
To hell with the sun! Only my Lord deserves the word 'eternity'!

The fish-men laughed loudly, knowing that their days were numbered and that even in their dying moments they would not allow anyone to defile their bodies.

Knowing they were about to die, their first reaction was hunger. Hunger quickly filled their brains, making them ecstatic. The secretion of dopamine and adrenaline had long since masked the mere pain.

They opened their mouths, their long tongues inside were full of blisters, and their throats were steaming, making them look even more pitiful. But even so, the fish-men still used their sharp claws to grab pieces of fish meat from their bodies and put them into their mouths, eating while shedding tears of gratitude.

Delicious, absolutely delicious.

"You are truly blessed with a body bestowed upon us by our Lord. We thank you for your gift and will forever praise you."

Praise you!
Praise be to the Lord of the Gale and the Abyss!

They continued to eat the fish meat heartily, their faces showing a happy expression. When they could no longer eat any more of their own flesh, they would start to approach each other and gnaw on each other.

“See that?” Herembelli laughed.

"Your persistence is worthless in the face of our people. Since you can come up with such a method to communicate with the Rising Sun, why can't we use the same approach to accelerate the Abyss's recovery?"

Helenberry mocked Qilia's incompetence, stretching out its paw to touch its own internal organs through its ribs, watching them throb in its palm.

“A qualified family member should be completely open before God. We are born for Him and die for Him. Since you are here, then be a sacrifice for our Lord and witness His awakening.”

Helenberry sneered as it grabbed the tentacles that attacked from behind and tore them off: "Those doctors couldn't kill me, so you certainly can't either."

"..."

Lia remained silent, but simply waved to little Swarth.

It automatically retracted its tentacles; the rain from the sky had completely soaked them, and now it seemed rather illogical to try to start a fire.

Did you kill the doctor?

"Why should I tell you?"

"That means they can't. Why do you think they can't kill you..."

Instead of running away, Ria approached Helumberi step by step and completely retrieved the mythical creature in front of it.

Helenberry stood frozen, momentarily unsure of what Ria intended to do.

(End of this chapter)