The off-road vehicle continues to run wildly, the dock is getting shorter and shorter, and it will fall into the sea any further! Seeing that he couldn't catch up with the cruiser, Xu Changqing stepped on the brakes with one foot. The tires make a sharp grinding sound, and the body is carried around by inertia. He pushed the door and jumped down, rolling on the grass.

At this time, the cruise ship is more than 100 meters offshore, unless it has a rocket on its leg. Swimming? When pigs fly. Cruises can be much faster. What to do? He glanced and saw that a guard was approaching on the water not far away, driving a one-man jet ski.

"Hey, here!" He shouted at the guard.

What's the situation? And those who throw themselves into the net? Even the guards were stunned, and they weren't sure if this person was the target they were going to arrest. He hesitated to lean over, keeping four or five meters away from the shore, and repeatedly pondered whether to dock or not. He thought about it, and glanced at the shore again. It didn't matter if he looked at it, his face turned pale in an instant.

Xu Changqing had already taken the rifle off his shoulder, his feet were firmly apart, and the gun was aimed at him.

At that moment, the unlucky guard even used the strength to feed, desperately trying to turn the direction. However, no matter how fast the jet ski is, it is not as fast as the bullets. As soon as the shots rang out, the guards rolled over and fell into the water.

Xu Changqing jumped down, paddled a few steps and climbed onto the motorboat, immediately opened the throttle, and chased the cruise ship closely. At this time, there were many guards running on the dock. These people didn't have guns, and when they saw a white wave speeding away, they could only watch.

Drive four or five hundred meters out of the breakwater and gradually approach the cruise ship. It was still early, there were not many boats on the water, and a motorboat was particularly conspicuous in its chopping waves. Soon someone on the cruise ship found out, gathered on the deck, and pointed at Xu Changqing.

"There are really people who can't help themselves, so I guess the Knights of the Round Table can easily deal with it."

One of the people on deck smiled flatteringly, deliberately accosting the man standing in front of him.

"Humph!"

The man standing at the front snorted heavily, ignoring the flatterers behind him. He was tall and sturdy, as majestic as a city wall, with a large slewd bald head in stark contrast to a thick golden beard on his cheeks. The long black trench coat seemed to be his armor, and the hem was above the knee. A gold badge pinned to his chest. The pattern is delicate and intricate, and on top is a crown symbolizing imperial power, supported by a shield painted with a bright red roaring lion. Even more striking were his two pistols stuck in a holster on his thigh. One black and one white, with an extremely long barrel, it is simply an exaggeration.

The golden beard stood with his hands in his hands, and looked coldly at Xu Changqing, who was chasing after him in the boat. He noticed the M14 on Xu Changqing's shoulder, and snorted disdainfully: "With just a gun, dare to chase after him?" ”

"Knights of the Round Table, please show your hand!"

A group of young people dressed in flowers gathered around the golden beard and pleaded. Goldbeard squinted in satisfaction, and when he had enough of the shelves, he said, "It's okay to be active." ”

"Oh—" the young men cheered.

"Look, this is strength!"

Once he decided to do it, Goldbeard's momentum suddenly rose. He stretched out his right hand forward, spread his five fingers, and immediately clenched his fist! An extremely bright pillar of flame came out of thin air and struck the motorboat head-on. The dinghy exploded in an instant, turning into a large fireball.

"Wow, it's the Flame of Heaven—"

"Great, my Grand Royal Anglican Order! Worthy of being the head of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table! Lord Alcatel is amazing......"

The young onlookers were stunned, and they all showed expressions of envy and reverence. Of course, some people raised objections and muttered in a low voice: "The head of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table? And what about Lord Geralt? ”

Goldbeard glanced at the muttering man and walked away with a cold poker face. More than ten meters from the stern of the ship, the motorboat is burning and sinking. This battle, which ended in a blink of an eye, only got a disdainful evaluation from him: "The strength is too weak, not worth mentioning!" ”

After the play was over, everyone on the deck was talking, and gradually dispersed. If they had stood a little longer, things might have been different.

Grunt, a string of bubbles rising from the surface of the sea.

Even though it's summer, the waters of the far north are bitterly cold. Xu Changqing was immersed in water four or five meters deep and summoned the succubus Shintian. He pointed to the cruise ship that was getting farther and farther away, and gestured to Nobuta: Use the whip to reach the gangway over there, quick!

In fact, there is no need to gesture, there is an evil spirit illustrated book as a medium, and Shinda immediately ignored the intention. At the critical moment, she actually carried it very clearly. Without saying a word of nonsense, he shook off his long whip and rolled towards the escalator next to the boat. It was an improvised iron ladder for going up and down, welded to the hull with U-shaped steel bars. Driven by Nobuta, the black whip is like a living snake. As soon as it wrapped around the steel bar, which was as thick as a walnut, it immediately automatically tied a knot and wrapped it very tightly.

Relying on his 16-point physique, Xu Changqing took a deep breath, grabbed the long whip and climbed towards the cruise ship.

Out of an abundance of caution, he clung to the gangway and did not move until dark. The flames that shattered the jet ski made him feel threatened. If you're not mistaken, it's the Flame Strike, a powerful fire attack that ranks high among the 2-ring spells. He thought that he would never be able to carry it with his current physique. If I hadn't turned over and dived before then, I am afraid that it would have burned to char long ago.

The hull was cold, with a faint stench of metal and anti-rust paint. The sea breeze was so strong that it hurt my face. Ordinary people may not be able to hold on for even ten minutes, but Xu Changqing is at ease. He wouldn't venture to climb onto the deck until he figured out what was on the ship. Hanging overboard is hard, but at least not easy to spot.

Both the banshee Kuroki and the succubus Nobuta have returned to the books. Kuroki once tried to penetrate the hull, but failed. When the hull was built, the steel must have been mixed with silver. Spirits can't penetrate silver-laden metal, and no one can do that.

It was finally dark. Xu Changqing was like a gecko, slowly climbing up against the damp wall of the ship. There was silence, listening to the sound, only to hear the monotonous ups and downs of my own heartbeat and the sea lapping against the side of the ship. Quiet as a shadow.

He remembered a dream he had once had in which he was lost in a dark labyrinth. The stone wall, which you can't walk on, seems to move behind you. The gloomy halls, the blood-stained carpets, the endless staircases, he walked through them one by one, but he couldn't see a single person. Stomping and yelling, but all you hear is an echo. In the room, the face on the oil painting seems to be crying, and even faint cries can be heard. Sometimes, the wind is mixed with other sounds, like laughter and sighing. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find where the sound came from. In the darkness, he was the only one.

No, tonight is not my nightmare, he thought, but yours.

The clothes seemed to be worn a little less, and when the sea breeze blew, goosebumps rose on the exposed skin. He clung to the gangway and decided to count one thousand at the end. After that, it's time to climb the deck.

…… Nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand.

By the time he counted to nine hundred and ninety-nine, he could no longer feel the cold, and the starlight was getting brighter, and his surroundings were getting clearer and clearer. The boat was still the same boat, but his nervousness was gone. He opened his palms, straightened his fingers as best he could, and then slowly clenched them. It's in good shape now, he's sure. Even if there are powerful people on the ship, he is full of confidence that he will win at this moment.