Sarah tilted her head to the side, and the unusual movement in the hallway caught her attention, which she thought was a human movement.

The fire was spreading from the first room, and tongues of fire were rising high, licking the ceiling of the hallway, and were spreading in this direction.

Flame-fearing undead burst out of the flaming doorframe one after another, slamming against the opposite door, the dull sound of crashing echoing through the hallway.

The wooden planks were dry and brittle under the touch of the undead, and several men joined forces to press their backs against the door, trying to resist the invasion of the undead, but the wooden door had been dented in and the door panel had been separated from the door frame.

After returning from the Shadow Isle, Sarah knows that doors and windows can't stop evil spirits, but they are willing to break into them alive to create a terrifying effect.

Click-

A creepy voice rang out, and the claws of the undead pierced through the door, sending pieces of wood flying in all directions.

A man was caught in the heart, screaming in despair and being dragged into the fog outside the door. Another man reached out to pull him, and his entire arm was ripped off, and blood splattered all over the ground.

The man was pressed to the ground by the undead and was powerless to resist, and several familiar white faces suddenly crowded into his frightened eyes, opening his mouth and swallowing his life force.

The white smoke of the soul was drawn from the seven orifices, and the group of undead behaved like a group of smokers and smokers who were swallowing clouds, but their behavior was even more violent and weird...... Or rather, they are like a bunch of drowning and suffocating people, and the fresh soul is like a tank full of oxygen that drives them crazy.

Two people were damaged at once, and the people inside finally couldn't withstand the pressure, the door exploded inward, and the undead rushed into the room, and then screamed one after another.

Sarah saw that the dragged corpse was covered in a thin layer of frost, and a spirit floated out of it, and immediately joined the frenzied hunting army.

Sarah snorted coldly and flicked the blood-stained bullet away.

Now, the undead had begun to scramble with her, even though she knew that there were more traps ahead of her, she had to hurry up.

The sharp pain at the place where he was shot was suppressed, and there was no movement outside the door for a long time, and the thugs inside the door finally couldn't sit still. Footsteps followed, and they were going to come out to investigate the situation, and rush to close the door before the undead struck.

She looked at her fingers, a cruel smile curling into her mouth under the helmet.

Then she snapped her fingers into the door, like an electric spark igniting a whole box of gunpowder, and the flash of light and loudness made it seem suspicious that the Leviathan had been annihilated entirely.

The thugs covered their eyes and curled up on the ground, as if this would reduce the remaining glare in front of them at that moment, but only tears could not stop overflowing.

Sarah got up and fired, each bullet infused with her rage, piercing their sinful bodies, leaving charred holes before striding out the next door.

Tonight, she wants to indulge the demons in her heart and go on a killing spree.

Each room is like a fortress, and you never know how many guns are holding you inside without opening the door.

She opened a few bullet holes in a door, and was immediately suppressed by heavy gunfire, and she chose to bow down and walk to the next room, the black mist was pervasive, and began to drill into the room along the gun holes.

In front of the other door, some people didn't want to sit still, pushed the door and stood in the hallway, and shot at Shara.

But the shot missed, and Sarah reacted and made up for it with a single shot, and then threw the body into the door, and then took advantage of the chaos to close it, and took a rough oak latch from the other room and jammed it.

Just wait for the undead to come back to life, and the whole room will be turned into a burial place.

She didn't have time to wait, and from the direction of the cannon bay ran in a lion-headed beast, clad in scale armor, its massive size almost filling the hallway.

The lion-headed monster lunged forward, its tail hammer shattering the closed portal with ease.

Sarah ran forward, heading straight for the innermost room.

The door was unlocked, and she easily entered the Leviathan's deepest room.

This is a utility room, and the room is surrounded by large and small wooden barrels, as well as all kinds of tools, cables, and things from the ship......

And in the middle of the room, the clutter was emptied.

An oil lamp rested on the back of a throne made of wooden canvas and gun mounts, and the dim light reflected a tall figure in a red coat on the throne, staring fearlessly at the visitor, with the same look in his eyes as the demon who shot her parents.

Ten years have passed, and although his face is full of deep wrinkles, his spirit and spirit are at their peak. He rolled up his sleeves, thick muscles around his neck and shoulders like a bull, his beer belly shrunk from the days of exercise, and one arm was replaced by an iron prosthetic leg, which looked equally powerful and powerful.

"Captain Doom, don't come unharmed."

Planck rose from his chair like a colossus rising from the abyss.

"It seems that you have been waiting here for a long time, and coincidentally, I have been waiting for this day for a long time." Sarah opened her helmet and stared at him intently, one hand behind her behind her, shutting off the shaky hallway.

……

The sound of Hammerstone was like someone breathing cold at the back of her neck, and Senna's breathing became rapid in an instant, as if her lungs were clutched in her hands by cold claws, and every breath was mixed with the frost of Freljord.

She immediately raised her stone pistol, her fingerprints rubbing against the brass member, aiming at the undead who was shaking the lantern and the hook and sickle, the embodiment of cruelty and ruthlessness, the antithesis of humanity.

Senna was a little worried, and Lucian was a little slower to draw his gun.

The hammerstone floated up from the foggy river, so there was no sound of chains mopping the floor.

This appearance was somewhat unexpected by Lucian, and although he had a hunch that he would encounter it again, when Hammerstone actually arrived, he still felt his mouth dry and his palms wet with sweat.

He began to repeat the spell of purification, and for the next battle, he had to be strong in his heart.

The impermeable black fog began to change, swirling around them, whirring through the doors and windows.

A group of screaming spirits poured out of it, brandishing the blades of the Shadow, and rushing towards him with fangs wide open.

Lucian and Senna looked at each other, entrusting their backs to each other, and the muzzles of their guns shot out of the Dao Pure Light, slaughtering the cursed demons.

In the chorus wails of countless souls, a laugh was surprisingly piercing.

The sound came from Hammerstone, and he was not afraid to let out a loud laugh when he was pointed at two guns.

Just as Lucian couldn't resist the desire to shoot, the black fog at his feet lifted, and a young woman was trampled under his feet, most of her body was submerged in the cold dark river, and only a capeled head floated on the water, and her frightened face made a cry for help.