It was a pale tentacle that, although it appeared sowhat ethereal and translucent on the surface, was in fact severely decayed, having been soaked in the sea for untold years.
Moreover, it was completely different from the tentacles of a common octopus; in the center of its suckers grew fearso red oral apparatuses, identical to those on the octopus warships.
It materialized in an instant.
Byron and Catherine simultaneously felt as if sothing slimy was wriggling back and forth in the grooves of their brains.
Bizarre images, languages, and scripts crazily poured into their senses through their eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin... and so forth, from anywhere perception could arise.
The fragnted information gradually composed a Forbidden Book known as the Spiral City Manual.
However, the content was so fragnted that not only could one not rely on it to venture down the Black Sorcery path of Nightmare, but listening to it too much would only turn one into a complete madman.
At the sa ti, the Dream Realm and reality began to intertwine; the winds and rain around them, the dark clouds above... all began to twist and morph involuntarily into the tentacles of so colossal mollusk.
The rough suckers sprouted mouths dripping with saliva, teeth writhing and undulating like the tide in the sky.
And, as they pulled the warship and the tentacle further apart, the tentacle beca more solid, sprouting more eyes, oral apparatuses, and gills, growing to resemble a complete octopus all the more.
It was like the first Touch of the Kraken after it broke free from its jar seal.
It seed that the process from Dream Realm to reality was the birth rite for the nefarious offspring that erged from the octopus’s egg sac.
"The situation is dire," Byron said, his voice tight. Dealing with such fiendish things always accompanies various accidents. If there is any possibility of things turning worse, no matter how slight that possibility is, it will always happen. Our rescue plan seems to have been exploited by Yengade and the Kraken.
Byron watched the eerie scene unfolding before him.
That feeling is like watching a person stuff their hand, arm, shoulder... then their entire body, bit by bit, into their own mouth. There’s a bizarre sense of turning inside out. However, at this point, it isn’t the body’s insides and outsides that the great octopus in the Dream Realm seeks to invert—it’s the Dream Realm and reality!
The main purpose of the Deep Dive Church’s operation was to use the Anchoring of the entire International Port and the Dream Realm passage to pull the second Touch of the Kraken back into this world from beyond.
Now, their action to save the Blue Dragon King was pulling not only the warship but also the second Touch of the Kraken, and they suddenly felt sowhat trapped in a dilemma.
Although the Old Gods of the Mythological Era had all fallen into eternal slumber, the Slumbering God itself, possessing Dream-Power Ability, was clearly different from the other Old Gods; it hadn’t died as completely as its kin. Now, it appears to be seeking resurrection with the help of cultists. Once both tentacle avatars arrive in the Material World through the Dream Realm, no one knows what kind of disturbance the octopus, reputed for its three hearts and nine brains, will cause. At the very least, its already near-invincible Power will double, and the difficulty of us dragging others into this sche will double as well. I’m not even sure if they will seek revenge later and make another pull at Iron Anchor Bay.
Byron, having road overseas for a long ti, gained much knowledge he had never understood before through the [Nautical Logbook]. He also acquired many Undead Servants, and from their mories, he learned too many secrets of the world not known to others. He naturally gained so understanding of the Old Gods, those beings beyond ordinary standards.
At the end of the lost Mythological Era, gods once lofty were cast down from their Divine Position by an obscure Power. Stripped of their Wisdom, sanity, and even Life, they beca a horde of hideous creatures soaking in the Sea of Origin Matter. They beca what others call ’Old Gods,’ ’the Forgotten,’ or ’beings abnormal to standards.’ Whether it’s the Slumbering God Kraken or Mother of Creation Lilith, Thousand-Faced Serpent·Hydra, or Greedy Worm Mammon, all followed suit. And, by a curious coincidence, They generally consu humans en masse through various ans or accept Blood Sacrifices. I boldly surmise that it is possible They instinctively extract ’Transformation’ from human blood, souls, and beliefs. Only by this ans can they restore the balance between their Beastliness and Divinity and resurrect themselves from that beast-like, irrational frenzy. Under this premise, if They could directly consu humans in Their true form, that would obviously be for the best. Not only in terms of efficiency but also in terms of conversion rate, this far surpasses sacrificial rituals. The Slumbering God, whose true form is a giant octopus, chose to differentiate a part of itself into independently acting tentacles, to complete the coming ritual through the birth of offspring to gain a physical body. Upon reflection, aside from the Touch of the Kraken, it seems for the mont, there are no other known offspring from the Divine Descent of other Old Gods. No, that’s not right, I know of one more. In the Church’s Gospel of Creation, The Bound Creator is also "born of" "Itself"! This is why it is said that the Holy Father and the Saint Heir are actually one and the sa. Such ability seems to be an Authority exclusive to gods. If categorized, it would at least possess a transcendent, Sixth Order rank beyond human limits. But this Intelligence is of no help in solving the imdiate crisis.
Gradually, Byron and Catherine could make out the murmurs beside their ears:
"Humans! You have forgotten your true father, your true mother, your true elder brother...
Those who slumber in the annals of History are not the deceased, for in the sacred Deep Sea, even Death dissolves.
At the appointed ti, great beings will descend together with the Luanyan Epoch, convert, convert..."
Before their eyes, in the Dreamworld, the ghastly white tentacles were about to erge before the Blue Dragon King could surface.
Before Byron could make up his mind and choose, Edmund Lancaster, who had been standing at the bow watching all of this, decisively transmitted via voice:
"Byron, Catherine, let us go.
"Especially you, Byron. You were already extrely lucky to escape unscathed at the Strait of Dover; don’t bet on escaping a second, or even a third ti.
"Once the tentacles of this Old God arrive, your entire International Port will beco its sacrifice, possibly even a future Anchor point for the Divine Descent of the Old God itself."
Byron nodded, though with difficulty.
But at the sa ti, Yengade, which had been hiding in the shipwreck graveyard, also began to make a new move.
Seeing that the Divine Descent of the god was only a step away, it imdiately took the Grimoire and blew a breath towards the entire International Port.
Above every resident, rchant, and sailor who fell into a deep sleep, there was an anchor chain connecting to the slowly differentiating form of the octopus offspring.
In the intertwining of the Dream Realm and reality, every person trapped in Nightmare involuntarily surfaced and subconsciously grabbed the anchor chain above their heads to pull with all their might.
CREAK!
CREAK!
The Bayfolk youth, who had managed a "last-minute turnaround," once again wore a smug and malicious smile:
"After these people were infected by the coral disease, they will never wake up again, even if burnt or slashed.
Impudent humans, you will ultimately pay the price for your arrogance, HA HA... HA?!"
His laughter abruptly ceased mid-laugh.
To his horror, he discovered that in his perception, one of the anchor chains had suddenly snapped!
Then the second, the third, the fourth... and even the whole Dream Realm began to collapse in a chain reaction.
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