There were even more Deep Ones than Fang Zheng had imagined.
But to Fang Zheng, these suicidal frog-fish had no special purpose beyond adding fuel to his fire. Their methods of attack were even more pathetic than those of many low-level monsters in the Main World.
Even goblins at least knew how to use weapons, but these guys were actually just rushing at him, swaying around as they tried to take him down with sheer numbers?!
You motherfuckers were looking down on me, weren't you?!
Looking at the swaying Deep Ones before him, Fang Zheng swore they were the worst enemies he had ever encountered. Even zombies at least had the advantage of not dying unless their heads were destroyed, and being stronger than ordinary people. But these Deep Ones were slower and less responsive than zombies, without zombies' undead resilience or strength. What use did Cthulhu have for such idiots?
Oh, he seemed to remember that the novels said humans might suffer mental breakdowns from seeing too many of his kin?
But thinking about it carefully, even the ordinary military forces of this world could wipe out these things. So it was hardly surprising that they were about as threatening to him as soggy tofu.
With that thought, Fang Zheng drove his greatsword into the ground behind him. Soon, the entire ground turned a brilliant crimson with Fang Zheng at its center. Then roaring flames erupted from cracks in the earth, mercilessly swallowing every Deep One that tried to approach. Fang Zheng then pulled out his greatsword and raised it high. With his movement, the flames around him twisted together and condensed into a Dragon. Fang Zheng swung his sword forward, and the fire dragon immediately roared as it charged ahead, reducing the Deep Ones in its path to