There are always many secrets hiding in the darkness under the deep sea.

This ocean gave birth to life, and people called it the cradle of life, but it did not only give birth to life, but also some of it originated from ancient fears in the water.

Those fears visible to the naked eye rushed out of the endless waves in the light-free night, rolling and swimming under the dark sea.

They have extremely twisted bodies, covered with dull scales, and have eyes that reflect strange light like dead fish.

The whiskers of whiskers extend over their heads, which makes them lit up a light when swimming, and when tens of thousands of fears gather together, it is a very indescribable scene.

When the reckless fisherman looked down from the sea, he saw the glimmer of the sea.

Those glimmers cannot dispel darkness, it will only make the darkness reflected more dangerous and hideous.

The most terrible thing is that under the glimmer of light, the shapes of the monsters swimming in the sea of ​​light are also set off so real, those swaying fearful things...

The moment they smell the smell of flesh and blood, roar and break through the sea water, and jump onto the fishing boat, it means that fear under the deep sea breaks out of its shell!

These weird stories circulating between fishermen and sailors always end with a massacre or a mysterious and bloody disappearance.

In hundreds of years of legends, those strange stories have become a unique inheritance.

The elderly use them to scare children, while the older sailors regard it as unknown.

Over time, most seafarers are unwilling to sail in the dark.

They fear the sea, they fear those dark stories.

The instinct of fearing darkness in human genes is not a mistake. If you don’t respect darkness, darkness will punish you.

The end of the ignorant and fearless person is drowning in blood-like fear.

The stories of their rash entry into the darkness will also become legends used to alert the next generation and will become part of the ancient dark legends.

Of course, fear is quantifiable for those who are strong enough.

They know some secrets of the world.

For example, those fearful things that live in the sea of ​​light, in their eyes, are just a group of monsters called the Trench Clan.

The sea is very quiet tonight.

In the deepest trench deep in the Pacific Ocean, the barbaric, chaotic and primitive trench fish people hid quietly in their nests, and their craziest ones did not dare to go out at this time.

Although in the outside world's stories, these ugly guys are synonymous with deep-sea fear.

But people know very well about these fish themselves, and they are just a kind of marine life.

The power they possess is not worth mentioning compared to the truly powerful ones.

And tonight, the dark and turbid sea water became very heavy and depressing, as if some substantial force was spreading in every inch of the sea water, and those forces were rolling and gathering.

It's like a door is about to be pushed open.

"Bang, bang"

The sound as low as a war drum echoed in the territory of the Trench tribe, like a deep-sea giant walking. In that completely dark sea, you can occasionally see tentacles like sea snake monster pythons passing through the sea.

It's like a big octopus that humans imagine can swallow the world.

In fact, it is not that exaggerated. Although the tentacle is huge and covered with scales, it still has its limits after all.

Hundreds of meters long.

At the end of the waving tentacles is a moving underwater hill... it is a terrifying creature.

Lobster-like body and heavy limbs.

A giant black claw like a crab.

A head like a sea dragon.

Fish gills like sharks.

This ancient life weighing hundreds of thousands of tons is walking on the seabed. Every time the joint falls to the ground, it will cause an earthquake-like sound on the seabed.

It walks very slowly, but extremely oppressive.

The six eyes distributed on the left and right of the head are spinning in the darkness.

It's like patrolling your own territory, or it's like being alert to something that is about to break out.

This is Kraken.

The evil spirit under the sea.

A monster of Heavenly Father who lives in a simplified state, its legend has been circulating in the sea since the time of the Atlanta, but it never stepped out of the abyss. There are rumors that Claken was guarding the lawless trench tribes.

Some people also say that Claken guards the most magnificent and powerful secret treasure of the sea.

But no one knows the truth, because Claken is always silent.

Except for the Trench Clan, this evil devil will cruelly destroy all creatures entering its territory. No one dares to challenge Kraken's majesty in this sea.

Even Godzilla, the king of monsters, avoids the area where Kraken is when patrolling the world.

The power gap between wild beasts is not as exaggerated as humans. Godzilla's silly ancient creature may not lose even if he can fight Cracken for a whole day.

But it obviously doesn't want to do that.

There is no need for a king to provoke another king just because there is nothing to do.

In short, this god who always stayed in the mysterious nest and slept violently tonight became abnormally active. It circled along the dark abyss, and occasionally let out a low roar, scaring the trench tribes trembling.

It is a little anxious and a little uneasy.

But there is no doubt that it can be seen from the magma-like halo burning in Craken's huge mouth that the evil god is ready to fight.

It can make it so much like a great enemy...

This is really rare in this world.

In the central area of ​​the Trench Territory, at the bottom of a submarine mountain range.

At the bottom of the dark hill, deep in a destroyed passage, in the temple of the evil god of Asgard, a ceremony is underway.

The Sky Hammer Venerable, the Sea-Breaking Aom, the warrior holding the strange-shaped Abyss Tearer Nekod, half-kneeled in the center of this deserted temple.

He was right in front of the sealed snake sarcophagus.

He silently recited the strange spell, and on the unusual warhammer he was leaning on both hands, purple lightning continued to shine, like jumping liquid lightning, bombarding the snake's sarcophagus at an extremely high frequency.

The dense luen runes on the sarcophagus were shattered.

This seal has essentially failed. At the moment when the Asgard world ushered in Ragnarok, the divine words used to seal the snake were broken.

Theoretically, the snake can break out at any time, and there is no need for a Tianhammer Venerable to help.

But the problem is that the arrival of Ragnarok and the collapse of Asgard's world were like a cruel sharp blade, stabbing the already weak snake again.

Because the world was broken, Odin was seriously injured, and Little Hela was suppressed to the weakest level ever. He also possessed a divine character and was closely linked to the Asgard world almost died...

Really, it's only a little bit short!

If it weren't for the 7 Fear Warhammers that absorbed enough fear at the end of the World War and fed back to the Orochi, relying on its original state, it would not have survived this heavy blow.

The divine nature in its body has been broken, like broken glass scattered all over the ground.

But fortunately, the connection between the Orochi and the Asgard world is not weaker than that between Odin and the Divine Realm. As long as that world is still there and as long as that world has not completely died, the Orochi will not die.

Weak, just weak...

Time will make up for this weakness.

"Click"

Under the bombardment of purple thunder, the white sarcophagus carved with the posture of a big snake was finally broken.

In a scene that was scattered like an explosion, the sea-breaker Aum stood up with the warhammer. The power of this Heavenly Hammer Venerable has surpassed the legend. With the blessing of the divine power of fear, he only needs to constantly absorb the fear of sentient beings to break through the Heavenly Father.

But this is just an illusion.

That power comes from the weapons in his hands. Once the weapons are taken back by the snake, he will return to his previous state.

But the silent Om didn't care.

His simple purpose of becoming the Skyhammer Venerable was to save his mother, then fight back to Atlantis and regain his own throne. At least so far, the transaction with Orochi has been relatively smooth.

"Help me up!"

A hoarse sound like a stone rubbing came from the sarcophagus.

That's a big snake.

He was so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

Wearing heavy armor, with purple Rune on his chest, walked forward on the shining Aum and helped the snake up from the sarcophagus.

This once-Almighty Heavenly Father is now like an old man with a foul smell all over his body...

Just like the humanoid projection it showed before.

He was thin and dry, his face was covered with wrinkles, his skin was covered with old-fashioned spots, his messy white hair was hanging down behind his head, with no luster at all, and his gray eyes were also covered with turbidity.

His Asgardian robe was covered with filth. He grabbed a pine stick in his dry hands. With Oum's support, he stepped out of the sarcophagus.
To be continued...