221 Divine Punishment

The Schemer couldn't move on its own. It couldn't roam about by itself and could only move little by little by riding the sea currents. Most of the time, it merely lived half-buried in the seabed, gaping its maw open and waiting for prey to wander in.

But now, the Schemer had acquired the ability to move on its own.

[Kieeeek!!]

[Ah.]

The Schemer, perched atop the tentacles of the charging Messenger, opened its maw wide. Beyond the throat that instantly swelled to human size, writhing teeth and eyeballs bloomed into view. Irene frowned at the sight, which was so revolting it was almost grotesque.

“……An aberration? No, no. There’s no way an aberration could act like it had already planned out a strategy in advance.”

“It’s fine to get caught up in the moment, but I don’t think this is the time for that, is it?!”

Darko grabbed Irene by the nape as she muttered and flung her away. With a cracking sound, the table she collided with tilted over, and Darko's head was cleanly severed and sent flying through the air.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain. The pool of blood on the floor, which had only just been wiped clean, began to gather there once more.

Irene, half her face soaked in blood, rose to her feet while enduring the pain climbing up from her back, and Mariang, barely dodging the tentacles raining down on her, shouted...