At his feet, reclining lies a man in a masked killer suit. The man was still alive, but one arm was hanging down, as if it had been broken.

From time to time, the man threw a sharp blade in the direction of Sidima, but was nimbly dodged by Sidima or shot down.

I moved slowly, getting closer to the man.

The man must not have noticed that there was a piece of wood that would move.

Actually, this spell of mine works well in static, but not in dynamics.

However, because of my slow movement, poor lighting, and corpses everywhere, the man probably wouldn't have noticed that I was moving.

I picked up a short sharp blade from the ground, leaped up, and stabbed the man in the back of the heart.

Then I rolled to the side and continued to act as a piece of wood.

After this blow, the man fell, unable to project the hidden weapon again.

Sidima was so tired that he couldn't wield the iron rod, and the killer who was fighting him was clearly wounded, staggering and unsteady on his feet.

I picked up another sharp weapon, and stabbed it in the back of the killer's heart with a surprise attack.

This time, instead of rolling away, I stood there with a grin, thinking that everything was fine.

However, I made a fatal mistake.

A high-level assassin killer like this has the ability to fight back before he dies, and there is no doubt that he is really strong!

He suddenly turned around and stabbed me with a stinger.

I froze, didn't have time to react at all, and didn't have the ability to react.

At this critical moment, a sharp blade flew beside him, and the sharp blade cut off the stinger.

I'm saved!

The assassin refused to fall, grabbing my throat with his left hand, full of sharp blades.

At the last moment, old Sidima swung an iron rod and smashed his head with all his might, knocking him to the ground.

I trembled, and my heart palpitated.

Who saved me?

In addition to old Sidima, there must be one more!

I hurriedly looked around, and finally in a corner, I saw a man dressed like me.

I immediately recognized that this was Margaret dressed as me.

She's alive!

She waved at me, and I hurried up to her.

She was covered in blood, but her clothes were not broken and her body was still intact.

This means that she did not suffer serious injuries.

"Thank you to the gods of light, you're still alive!" she said. I couldn't tell the look on her face because she was wearing a mask.

"How are you, are you hurt?" I asked.

Sidima leaned against the wall, peeked out, and said, "It looks like it's all over, and there aren't many survivors." ”

He coughed twice, and then said, "As long as there are not a few sailors dead, there will be no major incident, and we can still drink wine and eat meat, and be merry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a bang, and then the hull shook violently.

I told him that the sailors were probably dead!

Sidima's eyes widened in surprise.

He said that the sailors were all dead, and the captain and first mate were still there.

I told him that the captain and first mate were probably going to die before the sailors!

Sidima was even more surprised.

He didn't quite believe my words and thought I was exaggerating.

He's going to go up there and see for himself.

I picked up Margaret and helped her remove her mask.

I noticed that her left hand was swollen into the shape of a steamed bun and a little blackened.

I asked her, what's going on?

She said she had been poisoned and was afraid she wouldn't live long.

I asked her, what was going on, why was she poisoned?

She told me what had just happened.

It turned out that during the stay in the port of Einke, a number of hitmen had infiltrated the ship and waited for an opportunity to act.

The killers act in groups and are well planned.

Margaret is attacked by them and fights back.

Those guards of mine, in front of these high-quality killers, were difficult to resist and died one after another.

Despite the pain of the previous day, Margaret used clever means to successfully eliminate the two killers.

But she was stabbed in the left hand by one of them.

At this moment, the poison had spread throughout her body with her vigorous exercise. She felt that there was no cure and could only wait for death.

My eyes were blurred with tears, and I vowed to save her and never let her die!

I'm going to find an antidote.

Margaret told me that there was no cure for this poison and that it would not be in vain.

I cried bitterly, this girl saved me repeatedly, at this moment, my life was on the line, but I couldn't do anything, I was so ashamed, I was extremely guilty!

There was a loud "boom" outside, and the whole ship shook violently.

Sidima was shouting to us outside, telling us to get out quickly.

Because of the toxin, Margaret couldn't move her feet.

As soon as I picked her up, I rushed out.

I found that there was no way to walk properly at all, as the hallway was sloping and the water had begun to soak the ground.

Disaster has struck, our ship is sinking!

For the hope of life, for the love in my arms, I ran as hard as I could, and finally stumbled to the deck.

Sidima was standing on top of a giant log, which was actually a mast, broken and fallen.

He turned grim and told me that there was no one in the wheelhouse anymore, and that there were not many people left on the ship.

I knew about it, so I wasn't too surprised.

He observed my demeanor and asked me if I knew what was going on inside the cab.

I told him that a killer had broken into it and was killed by the guards before killing me, and that I was the only survivor.

Of course, I can't tell them about using the Kundora spell to ward off the enemy.

Margaret said that the man was the most powerful of the killers, the commander of the operation.

Sidima asked, is that man Datu?

Margeret replied yes.

Sidima said that Da Du is really powerful, and his killer team has caused a lot of damage here, but fortunately he died, otherwise the trouble would have been even greater.

He lamented that no matter how young he was, if he faced Shang Da Du alone, he himself was not sure enough to win.

He asked, "What about Datu's body, why didn't he see his body?"

Of course, I couldn't tell them the truth, so I changed the subject and asked what to do now, how should the ship be handled?

Sidima's expression was calm. He told me that everyone was going to be doomed, because the ship was unmanned, and it had just hit the rocks and would eventually sink to the bottom of the sea.

I thought about dying, and this was not the first time I had faced the threat of death.

Margaret said that the boat had a lifeboat, and maybe there would be a rescue.

The ship was tilting so much that we could no longer sit on deck.

Sidima went to find a lifeboat.

Margaret closed her eyes, her breathing faint as if she was about to die.

I was very sad, but I couldn't do anything about it.

I had to turn to Leanda for help.

When Leinda showed up, he asked me to get some distance away.

I carefully lowered Magritte and followed Ryan to the sheltered area next to it.

I had just walked more than a dozen meters away, and I didn't have time to ask.

With many loud noises, the whole ship tilted upright and tilted so much that it was about to flip over.

Margaret plunged straight into the ocean from above the deck at near-freefall speeds.

I pounced, but it was too far away to catch it.