Deep Sea Embers

The huge demon with twelve symmetrical limbs and a human face finally slowly walked away. Under the high starry sky dome, her back gradually distorted and merged into the distant chaos. In the place she once occupied, there was only Leaving behind were dark bones and flesh that were gradually disintegrating and rising all over the place, as well as dozens of scarred "indigenous creatures" that were struggling to regain their strength.

Several deep hounds struggled to get up from the pile of bones. The bones on their bodies were incomplete. Death birds hovered over the lifeless remains, searching for useful substances that could be used to restore their physical strength. The sharp ones were Thorn's huge skull slowly fell to the ground not far away, and its dark red hollow eyes stared at the demons on the plain.

After the high-ranking demon left, a fragile and dangerous balance was formed between these remaining deep demons, but this short-lived balance would soon be broken.

When the common fear subsides, the instinct of fighting and destruction will take over again - killing and devouring each other is the eternal logic in the deep sea, especially in such a place where "food" is everywhere around, and every demon needs to eat it as soon as possible. When recovering from injuries.

The ghost hounds rummaging through the pile of bones for usable bone fragments first let out a hostile growl at the death birds hovering in the sky, followed by the smoke jellyfish emerging from the shadows, quietly extending their sinister tentacles. Facing the nearby Terror Demons, the pitch-black skull gradually floated from the ground, its jaw slowly opened, and dangerous energy floated inside it...

Even if they were being pressed to the ground and rubbed by a powerful and weird "foreign demon" just a moment ago, they could not stop these deep demons from falling back into killing each other at this moment.

But just when the melee was about to break out, an additional voice suddenly came from not far away, instantly interrupting the actions of these demons.

The jet-black skull immediately noticed the aura of the outsider. It suddenly raised its position and turned its head to look in the direction of the sound.

A huge shadow was walking staggeringly on the plain. It seemed to "pop" out of the air suddenly, and the shrinking and squirming shadow outlined an outline that was constantly changing shapes.

This scene is like those "new demons" that have just been born from the limbs of the Netherworld Holy Lord - they often show this chaotic and invisible appearance, until after a period of devouring and fusion, this chaotic and invisible " Only then will the "demon matrix" collapse and condense into a specific "species" of demons.

However, the uninvited guest that appeared in the wasteland was obviously not a "new demon" - as a "demon matrix" with an indefinite shape, the aura it exuded was too dangerous... and weird.

Sensing the crisis, all the deep demons at the scene instantly gave up their urge to fight with each other, and instinctively placed their alerts on the ever-expanding, shrinking, and squirming shadow.

An entity slowly appeared in the shadow, a... a ghostly hound made of countless broken bone fragments floating and almost twice the size of its kind.

Agou felt that he had had a long, long dream.

It could no longer remember the things in the dream, but it remembered that it had gone to a place far, far away, where it met some people and friends. It lived among a group of weak but orderly creatures, and used It took me a long time to learn a set of "rules of survival".

And an equally weak... creature is always by his side.

...Yes, where did that weak little creature go?

It slowly raised its head, its hazy vision seemed to be covered with a thick curtain, and everything in its eyes appeared distorted and layered. This place... looked familiar, but it seemed that it had not been back for a long time.

It felt that it didn't like this place - it preferred to live in a sunny place with that "little creature".

In the hazy mist and curtains, many shadowy things gathered around, and distant and vague growls and murmurs came from all directions, which seemed to be threats and malice.

Agou tried hard to open his eyes to see clearly what the shadows growling at him looked like, but he still couldn't see clearly - but gradually, he felt something else.

The feeling comes from within - hunger.

It was hungry, very, very hungry, as if it had not eaten for a century, and then suddenly it came to a place... where food was plentiful.

And also driven by hunger, its chaotic mind finally began to recall some impressions related to that long "dream".

It recalled that weak little creature. It remembered that it had accompanied that little guy through the long winter nights. When the weather was very cold, they wrapped themselves in quilts and hid in the house together...

Together they share the hot soup sent by a kind neighbor - one bite at a time...

Together they learn how to survive in that huge city-state, learn to understand the good intentions and malice in people's hearts, and learn to distinguish between useful and dangerous things in the trash...

Begging, cheating, factories, chimneys, stealing, being beaten, relief soup, working hard, eating well, crying together, laughing together, together...

alive.

In the hazy layered curtains, those roars full of threats and hostility came and went, becoming more and more impatient, and then a swift shadow suddenly rushed over from a certain direction and launched a fierce attack on him.

Agou felt something bite him - it hurt a little.

In the shrinking and squirming shadow, Agou's skeletal head slowly lowered its gaze. Deep in its empty eye sockets, a faint green light was flickering on and off. It stared curiously at the biting creature. Something about myself.

A ghost hound—seems to be one of its own kind.

Agou's body quickly took shape in the shadows and black mist, and weird-shaped bone fragments extended from its joints, helping it regain its original appearance as a deep hound. It stared at the "same kind" who was biting its own body. "After a few seconds, he said in a somewhat unfamiliar tone: "Have you ever seen a human being? She is my friend."

The deep hound that was biting Agou's body suddenly stopped hesitantly, but it didn't understand Agou's question - it didn't have such intelligence yet.

It just sensed a huge danger - deep in Agou's eye sockets that were shining with green fire, there was a very familiar aura of danger and terror hidden.

The deep hound finally reacted, but it was too late. Just as it had time to let go, the next second, the bones in Agou's body instantly disintegrated and deformed - countless black bones exploded in all directions, and like a torrent of It enveloped the attacker's figure like a whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye reorganized outside the latter's body into the appearance of A-Gou!

Mouth, eating is inefficient, whole body swallowing is more efficient.

The reckless attacker disappeared, leaving only Agou's tall figure. The dark bones on its torso were shrinking and squirming violently, and there were bursts of crunching and grinding sounds coming from its body, accompanied by " "Food" struggled violently and made a low and dull roar - but after just a few seconds, the struggle and low roar gradually stopped, leaving only the noise of bone fragments grinding against each other.

Hunger is easing.

Agou raised his head, feeling the gradual recovery of his physical strength.

"Devil... delicious..."

The feast begins.

Amidst the roars and murmurs of countless demons, Agou's figure suddenly turned into countless black bones that were scattered and shattered, like a fragmented hurricane, sweeping over the entire wasteland - the bones were cutting everything within the range, no matter what. Whether it was the living demon, the smoke rising from the demon's remains on the ground, the mud flowing on the ground, even the stones on the surface and the "thorn bushes" that looked like fossils, they were all torn apart by this hurricane and turned into "food" ".

Those deep demons who were unwilling to be swallowed launched a futile counterattack. Their fierce resistance filled Agou's belly, while some demons who knew better about seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages rushed madly towards the end of the wasteland to avoid the eating beast. The storm - after paying some scars and even part of their limbs, only a dozen demons fled to a relatively safe place with scars.

The hurricane lasted for an unknown amount of time before it finally subsided over the wasteland. A huge figure with green flames burning all over its body and black smoke rising from the hurricane condensed into shape.

The hunger subsided, Agou raised his head and looked in a certain direction deep in the wilderness - he vaguely felt that there was a familiar breath in the distance.

It seemed to be the "little creature" that had lived with him for a long time.

After a few seconds of dull and hazy thinking, Agou slowly turned his eyes and found a relatively large demonic remains from a messy wasteland - he lowered his head and picked up the remains, making a vague noise in his throat. Mumble:

"Shirley...I found something to eat..."

It took long strides and ran towards the depths of the wilderness.

Amidst the chaos and debris, the remaining demons stood up tremblingly, looking blankly into the distance.

They survived both feasts - luckily not turned into food, at least not eaten clean.

The faint green fire that appeared during the feast is still deeply imprinted in the confused minds of these demons.

That is fear, a fear that is unconditionally imprinted on the underlying logic of almost all deep demons, and can even overwhelm their chaotic instincts.

The huge skull demon covered with spikes and completely black was floating precariously in the air. Its body was almost "gnawed" by a third by the hurricane just now, but it still survived tenaciously - this one seemed to be better than ordinary demons. The more "smarter" monster shook a few times in the air, let out a vague murmur, and then slowly flew away.

But it suddenly stopped again.

The skull demon seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the "deep dome" covered with stagnant starry sky above.

A green flame like a meteor is falling from the sky, falling straight towards this wasteland!

Perhaps the successive stimulations were too strong. At the moment when the "meteor" appeared, a hazy and chaotic "idea" actually appeared in the skull demon's ignorant "mind"——

Ah, the third beating came...