I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

early morning.

A low, strange ripple echoed across the seabed; this was the gathering signal sent by Creel.

More than a hundred fishmen quickly swam out from their respective resting places and lined up neatly in the open space on the seabed.

"The boss called us to assemble; looks like we're preparing for another big battle."

Raymond's face revealed a hint of excitement. Not only him, but many of the fishmen around him were also excited. The feeling of taking revenge on the country that had abandoned them after mastering extraordinary power was simply too addictive.

Marcus stood to the side, stretched his neck covered in dark green scales, and laughed loudly, "It would be best if we could have a big fight. We didn't have enough fun last night."

However, a few merfolk had a different opinion: "Isn't that right? I don't think it's going to be a big war. Our existence has been completely exposed to the nation. We're not strong enough to go head-to-head with them right now. The leader is probably just telling us to play it safe for a while."

Just as everyone was discussing, a series of muffled footsteps came from the entrance of the cave deep inside the base. With this sound, the surrounding seawater seemed to become viscous and oppressive.

A massive shadow slowly emerged from the dark cave entrance.

When they saw that figure clearly, all the fishmen felt an indescribable sense of oppression and instinctively lowered their heads. This was the absolute suppression of life form!

Kreeel's body underwent a dramatic change; his original height of just over two meters had now increased to nearly four meters!

Its dark green scales looked even harder, emitting a chilling, eerie glow.

Even a casual breath from him can create small, visible whirlpools in the seawater.

His dorsal fin became as sharp as a knife, and the ripples from his swimming alone cut tiny cracks in the surrounding rocks.

Kriel looked down at his people, his deep and authoritative voice booming in the minds of every merman: "Peace? From this moment on, my existence means peace."

……

Nine o'clock in the morning, Seventh Avenue, Columbia.

Despite the chaos that occurred last night, for ordinary citizens, life goes on as usual as long as the fire doesn't reach their own doorsteps.

Outside an open-air café on the street corner, several young people were drinking coffee and discussing last night's news with great enthusiasm.

"Did you guys see the news? It seems like there was a terrorist invasion in the South District last night, and there was a gunfight, biabiabia~biabiabia~" a blond young man said seriously.

A chubby man wearing a baseball cap chuckled after hearing this, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Come on, that's just something the higher-ups are telling you civilians to cover up the truth. Let me tell you, I have connections inside. My cousin works in the police station, and he told me it's not some terrorist organization at all, it's monsters! Monsters with fish heads that can't be penetrated by bullets! And they have superpowers!"

After hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! A monster with a fish head? Did you watch too many superhero movies last night?"

"Right, right, you have connections on the inside. Your cousin has even seen aliens, right? Are you going to say later that Atlantis is attacking?"

"This is easy to solve. I know someone named Arthur Curry who specializes in this kind of thing, hahaha!"

The fat man, his face flushed red from the laughter, slammed his fist on the table in anger: "I'm telling the truth! Why won't you believe me! My cousin swears he saw it with his own eyes!"

He was racking his brains trying to figure out how to prove himself when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of figures approaching from the end of the street. His eyes lit up, and as if grasping at a straw, he pointed and shouted, "Look! Aren't those monsters?!"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw Marcus leading a group of fishmen, swaggering down the middle of the street. The sunlight shone on their dark green scales and protruding fish eyes, making them look particularly eerie.

"This costume is so realistic! What a cool cosplay!" the blond youth exclaimed.

"Is this a promotional event for a comic convention? Or is it some kind of street promotion for a new monster movie?"

Pedestrians on the street and customers in the coffee shop all became interested. No one was scared at all. Instead, they all took out their phones and excitedly surrounded Marcus and the others, snapping photos of them.

Marcus had been too lazy to pay attention to this group of ordinary people, but they not only blocked the road completely, but also kept flashing their cameras. One of the bold young men even grinned and reached out to touch the scales on Marcus's chest.

"Dude, where did you buy this leather case? The quality is amazing..."

Marcus's eyes instantly turned cold.

He waved his hand casually.

puff!

The sharp claws sliced ​​through the young man's neck as easily as cutting tofu, and his head flew into the air. Warm blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering the faces of several girls taking selfies nearby.

The entire street seemed to have been put on pause.

The smiles on everyone's faces froze as they stared blankly at the headless corpse lying in a pool of blood, their phones clattering to the ground.

After a brief silence.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

A piercing scream ripped through the sky, and the crowd erupted into chaos, shoving and pushing each other in all directions like madmen. Coffee tables were overturned, and cars were involved in a chain reaction of collisions. The entire street was instantly plunged into extreme chaos and panic.

......

Meanwhile, at the Columbia District Police Department's temporary command center.

Chief Roberts, his eyes bloodshot, was standing in front of a city map with Davis, the captain of the "Night Owl" special forces team, engaged in a heated discussion.

"Captain Davis, you guys are professionals. Where do you think these monsters would be hiding? Is the sewer network too complicated, or is it some abandoned port nearby?" Roberts asked impatiently, chewing on his cigar.

Davis stroked his chin and said in a deep voice, "Both are possible, but I prefer the near-shore area. Fish-men cannot live without water, and I need to mobilize sonar equipment and the navy's diving forces for a thorough search. This will take time..."

Before he could finish speaking, the emergency phone in the command center started ringing incessantly.

The deputy answered the phone, listened for a couple of sentences, and his face turned deathly pale; even the hand holding the receiver trembled.

"What's going on?" Roberts asked, frowning.

The deputy swallowed hard, his voice hoarse: "Chief... Captain... no need to look anymore, they're on the street... Seventh Avenue, they just killed someone, the whole street is in chaos!"

Roberts and Davis were both stunned.

Shock!

Utterly shocking!

They were racking their brains trying to figure out where to dig out these monsters, but instead of hiding, they just jumped out in broad daylight and attacked them head-on?!

"Fuck! These bastards are absolutely outrageous!" Roberts slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage.

A fierce glint flashed in Davis's eyes. They had just hijacked their transport vehicle, and now they dared to swagger out on the street. This was clearly a complete disregard for them!

"Night Owls, all units! Assemble immediately!" Davis shouted, grabbing his communicator.

Roberts drew his sidearm from his waist, strode out of the command room, and stood in the police station lobby, looking at the officers who were exhausted and had bloodshot eyes from working overtime and fear.

"Brothers!" Roberts' voice boomed through the hall.

All the police officers and special forces soldiers who were checking equipment stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"Last night, our colleagues, our brothers, were brutally torn apart by these monsters on the highway! Blood stained the entire street! And now, these bastards dare to appear on our streets in broad daylight, murdering our citizens!"

Roberts raised his gun, veins bulging: "They think we're pushovers! They think they can trample our city at will! Let them know whose territory this is!"

"For our fallen brothers! For this city! Send these monsters to hell!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" A deafening roar erupted within the police station. Fear was completely replaced by rage, and everyone's blood was boiling.

Davis pulled back the bolt of his rifle, producing a crisp metallic clang, his eyes as cold as ice, and gave the final order:

"Set off!"