There were no gorgeous pictures, only pure light and a roar that took away everyone's hearing.
After the holy white light, the vision gradually became clear from the flickering darkness, and a gentle warm breeze blew towards me.
Hebode stood there blankly, and Clough behind him was also completely stunned. They looked up with dull eyes, watching the smoke dissipate to reveal the hideous creature behind it.
They hit, Ascalon hit the sea serpent's wound, the steel fire penetrated the twisted flesh, further tearing the wound open, and even completely penetrated it, breaking a huge piece of charred flesh.
There was a bloody hole that almost cut through the torso. The scarlet tentacles were dancing wildly, pulling at each other, trying hard to heal the wound and prevent the torso from collapsing.
But this self-healing process was too slow. The rolling light under the flesh and blood was gradually dissipating, like a disappearing soul. Finally, the scorching temperature slowly dropped and no longer burned everything.
"Did we... win?"
Clough asked somewhat uncertainly.
He looked up to Him, never thinking that mortals could actually hurt a god.
Therefore, there was a strange feeling in Kraft's heart, which he couldn't explain, but like an iron law that was once unshakable, now there was a slight crack in his eyes.
He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but for some reason he could hear the hunters' words.
Hunters will never let go of the beasts that have eaten humans. In the past, the beasts feared and respected humans, but after eating humans, they realized that the once noble humans were so fragile under their claws and fangs...
Nothing is unshakable.
Clough was enveloped by the warm wind and shivered.
"I guess so… "
Hebode responded, he was also a little uncertain.
Tons of blood gushed out of the sea snake's body, spilling onto the deck, dyeing a large area red, and flowing into the clear sea water, turning it turbid.
Perhaps they really won. The storm roaming over the Silent Sea began to move. This time it was moving slowly in another direction. The speed did not seem fast, but one could clearly feel that the Iron Curtain was slowly retreating.
The pressure in my heart suddenly reduced, the dim sky became bright, and the daylight gradually took back the battlefield until it filled every dark corner with light. The gradually calm sea was covered with broken ice, and the cold continent was not far behind the sea.
“Is this His true appearance?”
Hebode stared upwards, his breathing slightly rapid, his eyes seemed to be attracted by some magic that kept pulling his sight and forcing him to look.
The bright light on the snake's head also went out as Ascalon opened fire, allowing mortals to glimpse its true appearance under the glow. The covering dust dissipated, revealing these things that should have been forgotten.
It was a face as delicate as a work of art, existing on the snake's head like a jade carving. It was weird and absurd, yet full of divinity.
This is a sea serpent with a human face.
Looking directly at this huge face, Hebod did not feel any pressure, but felt an indescribable calmness. He noticed that the snake eyes on the face were closed, as if "He" was sleeping, blocking all the flames in the pupils. Between the gaps in the eyelids, the remaining flames could still be seen, which outlined a band of light along the edges. It was also because of this that Hebod was fortunate enough to see His true appearance.