Pacific Ocean, Mariana Trench.

Like a meteor passing through the air, Scarty, holding a divine hammer, plunged into the endless blue ocean. She stared straight at a place in the dark and deep ocean, wrapped in brilliant blue light.

She could hear the call, and the sound seemed to be projected directly into her brain, clearly. She knew clearly what she was doing, but it was not out of her will. Her thinking still belonged to her, and her body was still controlled by herself, but she knew more clearly that she was no longer just herself.

She evolved. From the moment she picked up this hammer, the new life she gained had a new meaning. She became an incarnation, a tool, just like the hammer in her hand - the meaning of existence is to be wielded.

And in the deepest part of the ocean, someone was waiting for her, someone who made everything about her meaning. So she came, unable to wait.

She came here to look for "father".

She approached the seabed. The glory of the divine hammer illuminated the space under the water like a glow stick. The rocks were as rugged as ghosts and gods under the blue light. There were no seaweed plants, and no animals. But this was also natural. Such a depth already belonged to the forbidden zone of life, and no living things would...

Just as she thought about this, the dull sound of the heavy object falling to the ground interrupted her thoughts.

It was a bit like the clanging sound of a train passing by on the rails, but the sound seemed turbid at this depth due to the body of water. A dark green dragon swam over with its huge but flexible body. The twisting long tail hit the sea rock and cracked the rocks, and the rock fragments splashed around the dark field.

Well, it's not surprising.

Scarty looked at the dragon that was sprinting at full speed at him coldly, pinched the handle of the hammer and slapped the hammer. The hammer body dragged the light blue track and hit the side of the dragon. The heavy bombardment made the beast dizzy and retreated dullly, and struggled violently on the seabed, rolling up a thick layer of fog.

But this is just the beginning. More similar things swam from the depths of the water, with giant dragons swaying their teeth and claws surrounding the human who accidentally entered the forbidden area.

As the prophecy long ago recorded, the existence of these things proved that she had not come to the wrong place. These ferocious creatures could not be owned by the earth, from some distant world, arranged by a great man to guard something sealed here. Anyone who breaks into this sea without permission will be torn to pieces by these vicious creatures.

But Scarti is different.

There was no fear or hesitation. She flew up against all the dragons, wielding heavy hammers, and her powerful divine power burst out from the hammer! With a hammer facing forward, a giant dragon was howled and was knocked back, rumbling on the sea rock behind. The rocks shattered, and the dragon fell dullly among the gravels, and its figure was swallowed by the flying dust fog, and it fell to the ground without any movement.

With just one hammer, an extremely ferocious creature was hammered to the ground and lost its ability to move.

These giant dragons seemed to be unaware of fear. Faced with such overwhelming force from the enemy, none of them retreated. The dragon's bodies coiled up and formed a circle to block her moving space with their bodies. A large guy opened his mouth and a green shock came, and the violent fluctuations made the water mess. But Scarti's divine hammer swept the impact and dispersed it. Her divine hammer took the opportunity to escape, turned into a blue meteor and shot the beast's forehead, knocking it out on the spot.

During the melee, a ball of green light suddenly cut into the battlefield. Another hammer was wrapped in light, like an automatically locked missile hitting the foreheads of two giant dragons. The two beasts fell down one after another, and the hammer flew back along the way, returning to the Haisha's hands, and rushed towards this side with an astonishing speed.

Scarty glanced at the other side, without saying a word, and silently began to cooperate with Haisha to clear the scene. The two messengers recognized by the Divine Hammer worked together, and when they cooperated, they seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship. Without communication or even eyes, they could understand each other's next moves. Their cooperation was seamless. In just ten minutes, the giant dragons that rushed forward and attacked one after another had fallen one after another, and there was no power to resist.

The guardians of the deep sea could not stop them. The two of them resolved the battle, but still had no communication, and continued to move forward tacitly, as if all this was taken for granted, and they all knew clearly what their mission was to come here.

Because that's why they were born.

Not long after walking, the things that were protected by those creatures with all their might also appear - an entrance was sealed by a huge lid with a special mark. The moment the two of them came into contact with the mark, purple flames ignited from the ground. Even their power could not resist the powerful traction force suddenly pulled them into the sealed vessel. For a moment, they seemed to be unable to feel their existence. They began to fall until they fell into an empty hall and fell to the cold floor.

The two stood up panting, feeling exhausted.

Flying across the ocean deep into the sea, fighting with a group of creatures that only existed in myths, did not even make the two of them sweat. But their power was squeezed out by just passing through the door just now, and it was quite difficult to stand up straight.

The strange hall was empty all around, not even a drop of water. The dome was the circular entrance they had just entered, but it was still tightly closed. The circular walls were engraved with unknown words and patterns, and looked full of Nordic ancient style.

Purple smoke rose from the ground and quickly spread throughout the room. The two of them jumped up alertly at the same time, holding their hammers tightly, pointing forward. The green and blue lights shone together, illuminating the shadows in a corner of the darkness.

A trembling old man, holding a thick cane with his hands tightly, his long white hair and a white beard dragged to his chest, his face was as haggard as a zombie whose moisture was steamed.

He came, as the prophecy said. Scarty was glad that she had not come too late. He was still here, waiting for the moment when his children took him out to see the light of day again.

"My child," he said in a deep voice, "Yes, it's me. I'm back."

Scarty subconsciously put down the hammer and her pupils contracted. She knelt down devoutly, placed the hammer at her feet, and lowered her head.
Chapter completed!