Lightning struck Toplo - the benthic magic fish celebrating his 3000th birthday, the member of the seven-gecked parliament, the ruler of the extremely angry ocean, the guardian of the old people under the sea and the fish monster - he was shocked and flew backwards, pulling a white line into the sea like a hot coal.

All the strange monsters present widened their eyes (if any), and looked at their master who was struck by lightning in horror. The shock made them retreat together, but the lasting for a moment. The largest fish monster among them roared, and the sound sounded like a big bell knocking on a broken bell in the fish tank. Then, half of the strange monsters fluttered into the sea and swam to the location of the portal. Other strange monsters with natural casting abilities all untied their reef staff and cast spells at the sudden appearance of the other world.

Toplo slowed down. He first stopped moving as if he had frozen, and waited until all the thunder in his body dissipated before he let out a roar. His exposed chest was covered with complex scars, his eye sockets were empty and had lost their eyeballs, and the other eye was burning with rage. "No matter who you are, I will imprison your soul in the depths of the abyss for ten thousand years!"

Four long tentacles kept twisting from both sides of the three-eyed monster fish, and his green body shone with transparent mucus. A large number of bubbles wrapped in spell runes, like a bee returning to the nest, and rushed to the gate of the other world not far away.

"It seems that something is wrong, and the door cannot be closed," Sneider, standing in the laboratory, said calmly, without any fluctuations in his mood. Because he noticed the abnormal movement here, Ques also came here. Through the remote viewing spell, he saw that the strange monsters living in the island world were pouring into the Ramsey plane. "Change this door opening position to find trouble for the emperor's army. They have been so smooth recently that they just took some time to settle my soldiers."

Upon hearing this suggestion, Sneider, who was as unscrupulous as his employer, nodded. His palm was facing upwards and he blew upwards. Half of the strange monsters that gushed out near the teleportation turned into glass, and together with the remaining strange monsters, they were beaten down from the sky. The strange monsters that turned into glass fell to the ground and fell into powder, while those who were still alive fell heavily on the ground, and less than ten could stand up.

Sneider clenched his fist with his left hand and knocked on his spread right palm. Two of the strange monsters immediately began to melt, and the flesh and blood were peeled off from their bones, and they fell to the ground with a stern scream until the melted flesh and blood blocked their decaying throats. Six were left. Sneider's hands were stretched out, and the strange limbs were pulled off from their torso by invisible hands, and then an explosion occurred. They didn't even have a chance to scream, and then they turned into a bunch of mosquitoes, flies and wasps, flying into the forest.

"We must deal with those guys who saw their original position first," the half-lich explained to Quis, and then devoted himself to modifying the runes on the magic array. He gently picked off a rune, then repaired it with the rune pen, and finally put it back into the magic array. "The position adjustment has been completed."

In this way, a portal that shouldn't have appeared at the wrong place at the wrong time. In the end, it led to a very correct result for Ques - the emperor is a hidden danger in Ramsey's world, and the benthic magic fish is a hidden danger in the island world he controls. The two hidden dangers met together - "It's best to die together," Ques thought secretly, "but it seems that something is missing. I have to create more conflicts for them, so that the fight will be more lively."

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The dog trainer made no sound, but looked out at the darkening twilight. Somewhere on the other end of the horizon, one of his group of snorts seemed to have encountered some sucking. The view from that direction was soaking in the sky, changing the color of the skylight at this time, as if it was a false dawn. The low clouds reflected flashes from time to time, accompanied by the roar of beasts, like distant thunder.

As night fell, the chill grew. The dry food of marching was formed by boiled maple syrup, broken dried fruit and smoked rat meat. A team of evil crows were trekking hard. In order to keep warm, they had to wrap some cotton cloth on their clawed soles, but after being soaked in salt water, their soles were frozen to the point of being numb.

The wind became stronger and stronger, like a dagger, piercing the thick fur of the evil crow man. They shivered and struggled forward, but because the catastrophe ordered them to come and find out what was happening here. At this time, the blood on the muddy ground no longer steamed, and the red blood suddenly lost its traces through a flat ground that seemed to be swept by the strong wind.

"Something dragged the corpse here, and then..." The leader of the evil crow man, who led the team, stuffed his last piece of marching dry food into his mouth, and took another piece from a similar person beside him, "...eat it all." The other party dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out. The society of the evil crow man has always been like this, and the strong have the power to deprive the weak of them.

He chewed the food with a big mouth, making a "squeaking" sound. The Captain of the Crow Man wanted to say something, but suddenly he woke up and swallowed all the food with a "gurgle". "Be careful, I smell the smell of creatures."

He picked up his spear again, covered half of his body with a shield, and carefully touched the possible enemies around him. At this moment, he suddenly felt something holding his ankle. Before he could think too much, Captain Evil Crowman immediately jumped up desperately, and he also pedaled down with his clawed soles, trying to get rid of this crisis.

But not all the evil crow men were as agile as him. Ten people were a small team of evil crow men, and nearly half of them were hit by their hands. They were knocked to the ground by monsters that suddenly climbed out of the mud, and then they had sharp claws, somewhat similar to those of the evil crow men, pierced through their bodies, or were pierced by the monsters' three hollow tongues that shot out from their faces.

In short, half of the evil crows in this team lost their combat power instantly. The evil crow captain stared at the group of ugly monsters nervously - although this title is usually what the Ramseys call them. But it must be admitted that just in terms of the curiosity of appearance, the evil crows are definitely a witch in front of the faceless lurker - the leather-like hairless two-legged creature has no facial features on its face, and its body is covered with weird and hairy vortexes and gaps.

It is worth mentioning that although the form of the faceless lurker seems to be a walking zombie, they have absolutely great wisdom. As one of the many creations of benthic demon fish, they were created to engage in espionage activities and collect intelligence in order to mix into the race that breathes air on the land.
Chapter completed!