C11 When You Hear an Explosion You Have to Open Your Mouth

The world is quiet.

The moment the god swung his arms and unleashed a spatial explosion, Shrimp Leader could no longer hear anything.

The thunderous explosion had completely destroyed Shrimp Leader's fragile hearing organ, but it did not matter to the shrimp people. As an Inheritor, all that was left in his eyes was the raging flames on the altar.

There was also that monstrous fiery light.

The flames were burning.

Shrimp Leader raised his limbs, and the sharp blade sliced through the air in front of his neck.

The remaining prawns thought for a moment, then they put down something and did the same thing in unison.

There was only one meaning to this dangerous action in the complicated body language of the prawns.

Death War.

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The fish-headed monsters were still immersed in the explosion just now and had yet to come back to their senses.

Unlike the shrimp people, the fish-headed monsters, who used hoarse and ear-piercing screams as language to communicate, felt even more strongly when they faced the sky-shaking thunder. Dark red blood oozed out of their heads, and they still needed a while to recover from the intense concussion in their brains.

In fact, the fish-headed monsters were not called fish-headed monsters. The shrimp people called them Alien, and they called themselves the people of the sea, Dark Spawn. Du Kang... might even directly call them Deep One.

Du Kang's naming method had always been simple and crude.

In fact, the people of the sea and the shrimp people did not have any deep-seated hatred towards each other. Compared to the land, they were more accustomed to living in the deep sea. They lived in the bottomless depths of the sea and hunted fish and other marine creatures as food. They were good at carving and building. Using bones and metals to make weapons, they should have lived underwater for a long time. Until the era of ice that ended everything came to an end.

However, a long, long time ago, a god appeared.

It was a huge monster that far exceeded the imagination of the people who had gone out to sea. Its thick arms and legs, which were like the pillars of the sea, represented unparalleled strength. Its mountain-like body filled Dark Spawn's line of sight. Its star-like eyes shone with the brilliance of wisdom.

All of this was undoubtedly the attitude of a god.

On this day, Dark Spawn had his own god.

They offered precious sacrifices to their god. The god generously responded to them and helped them clean up the surrounding threats.

Therefore, the people of the sea became more and more pious. They gathered the best craftsmen and built a huge and magnificent city in the abyss according to the appearance of the gods as a tribute to the gods.

The gods seemed very satisfied. They made the city their residence and rested in the deepest part of the city. The people of the sea lived in the city as the priests and guards of the gods.

Although the gods did not seem to need any guards.

After a long time, the gods were slowly changing. Under the mountain-like body of the gods, a body full of scales gradually grew out, and hands and feet gradually grew out of the body. The people of the sea thought that this was good. The appearance of the deity was changing more and more in the direction that Dark Spawn liked. This meant that the god acknowledged Dark Spawn.

There was no concept of time in the deep sea. After an unknown period of time, the god who had waved his arms and legs to stir the Seven Seas had now become an even bigger giant. He had a huge body. His strong arms and legs, which were like pillars of the sea, swayed gently around his neck. The only thing that remained unchanged was the starry eyes that flickered with the light of wisdom.

Dark Spawn, who was expanding the city, gradually stopped. The God's body was getting bigger and bigger, so they had to modify the city again and again to make it into the bedroom of the God. Recently, the body of the god had gradually stabilized and stopped growing.

They saw it as the mercy of the god. After all, the construction of the city required too much work from Dark Spawn. There were fewer and fewer people herding the fish. The warriors who went out to hunt did not bring back as many fish as before. Even the offerings to the god had not increased for a long time.

Finally, one day, the god gave an oracle in Dark Spawn's language.

"Plunder! Slaughter! Conquer! You will obtain the power of water! The era of the deep sea will come! The seven seas will devour everything!"

The people of the sea celebrated. Their footprints covered the Seven Seas, and all the water was already their backyard. They herded countless schools of fish along the ocean currents. Hunting the predators at the top of the food chain was only their warrior's coming of age ceremony, and the sea could no longer satisfy their living space.

And now, under the guidance of the gods, they had a new direction.

The priests who served the gods controlled the waves recklessly, and among the waves, the greyish-green figure was the strongest warrior.

They followed the waves forward, and the scale-covered high ridge cut open the waves. They were Dark Spawn, and they came to spread death.

They advanced forward with great speed, conquering one region after another. Countless species died in their hands, and all the living beings on the ground trembled under the monstrous waves.

Until they faced the shrimp people.

The Six Legged Beast were wearing thick carapace, swinging their natural blades and easily cutting the powerful warriors in the deep sea into two halves, or directly turning them into a dark red mist of blood. The ordinary valley was like the most solid high wall, and no matter how strong the waves were, they could not shake it at all.

In this crazy feast, the people of the sea suffered defeat for the first time.

The waves retreated, leaving corpses on the ground.

None of them were shrimp people.

On that day, the bitter war that had lasted for countless years had begun.

And all of this had happened a long time ago.

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And now, Shrimp Leader was leading the remaining prawns to harvest the lives of the Alien that was still unconscious.

The thunder caused by the gods did not have much of an impact on the prawns. Their hearing organs were no longer important. Replacing them was superb eyesight - they could accurately capture every inch of the scene in front of them. The most skilled masters could even use the blades on their forelimbs to cut off the wings of the flying mosquitoes.

Although the shrimp people were not all soldiers, they were still excellent warriors with thick shells and natural blades. Under Shrimp Leader's lead, they pierced the spikes on their forelimbs into the thick and short neck of the Alien. Then, with a fierce tearing, a corpse appeared on the ground.

The killing of the shrimp people was extremely fast and efficient. The harvesting was done very quickly. In a short while, there was not a single Alien in the valley that could still stand up.

The tide retreated.

The people who were on fire once again defended their homes.

The war was won again.

Even if the price was so high.