Chapter 1260: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (3)

"You must be kidding me, aren't you?" Palamides was dumbfounded.

In the huge icicles made of the monster's ice, there was a black shadow that was constantly struggling. Inside the slightly less transparent icicle seemed to be a giant worm, writhing wildly in its cocoon, looking disgusting and terrifying.

The ice cracked, then disintegrated and shattered. The thing broke free from its restraints and broke out of its cocoon, rising and expanding, forming a black pillar of corpses on the surface of the sea, about a hundred feet long and about thirty feet in radius!

Its roots are still anchored in the vast ice floe, but the parts of it that emerge from the ice are long and tall, with tens of thousands of octopus tentacles stretching out and wreaking havoc everywhere. It's still a scourge, and it won't be long before it's free from the ice floe!

"Necromancy" Bediwell shook off the bone-cold sea water on his body and muttered in a low voice.

That's right, it's [necromancy], it's not a living thing, it's just a pile of corpses.

The surface of the black pillar was filled with countless disgusting carrion, which was supported by the massive skeleton of some kind of sea beast, but it continued to detach and fall as the monster writhed, splattering black rotten blood. After the muddy carrion falls to the ground (ice), it continues to crawl in the direction of the pillar as if it were alive to replenish the lost pieces of flesh from the pillar.

At the center of the pillar is a skeleton, but it looks extremely discordant, as if it comes from different sea beast individuals, and is made up of some mysterious force. Up close it looks like a mess of garbage, but from a distance it looks like a human spine - adding to its nausea.

As he saw the thing writhe, a feeling of gagging welled up in Palamides' throat, making the big cat almost vomit all of today's dinner.

"What the hell is that?" asked Tristan, frowning.

"It's carrion, the carrion of countless sea beasts. Ivan was engrossed in observing the inside of the necromantic pillar with Eagle Eye, but it was so chaotic and mysterious that Eagle Eye couldn't fully see through its structure.

"It's an evil spirit. Bediville put on his wrung out clothes and said into the walkie-talkie, "It is estimated that the resentment of the sea beasts that the Western Heaven Knights have hunted for hundreds of years has turned into this distorted body of thoughts. "You want to say that this kind of thing has been living at the bottom of Ethenburg and no one has ever noticed it?!" Ivan laughed sarcastically, "Impossible! Unless the people of the Knights of the West Heaven are blind!" "They can't be aware." Bediwell, however, calmly analyzed: "Because this monster has only recently started to act. "Ahh A woman's voice interrupted the conversation.

"Oh, damn it, it's you again!" said the Evil Star angrily. He recognized the voice that spoke.

That's right. At the top of that huge pillar stood a woman.

In other words, it is not "standing", but "standing". Because the lower half of her body has been fused with the huge necromantic pillar, she no longer has the ability to stand on her feet.

It's a succubus.

Even though the succubus had been burned beyond recognition by the fire, the evil star still recognized the enchantress.

That's right, this witch is the same demon girl who led troops to invade the mirror world yesterday and tried to blow up the Ice Crystal. Her treacherous plan did not succeed, and she should have been swallowed by the flames created by the evil star, completely extinguished in the sea of fire. Unexpectedly, this guy didn't die, and even followed the Ice Crystal to the base of the Western Sky Knights, using the rotting remains of the dead sea monsters to restore their strength!

"It seems that you will not give up until we eradicate you completely. The Starlight Dragon flew to the top of the huge necromantic pillar and confronted the witch, "Okay, I'll kill you again!" Explosions began to sound in the sky, and the Evil Star and the monster began to fight fiercely. The Necromantic Pillar attacked the Starlight Dragon with countless tentacles, and the Evil Star unleashed fireballs against it. Fireballs and tentacles collide and explode with each other, and the battle is extremely fierce.

"Nasandrona, how long will it take for [the Deep Blue Wave Cannon] to recharge?" asked Tristan, who was on the huge ice float, as he rushed towards the Ice Crystal.

"Well, yesterday's attack affected the normal operation of the power furnace, and the charging time will become very long-" "Just tell me how long it takes!" "Half an hour. "But we can't wait half an hour!" said Evan angrily, who was right behind Tristan.

Evan's prediction was accurate. The Evil Star had long been exhausted from the previous battle, and the Necromantic Pillar, which had absorbed the power of countless sea beasts for thousands of years, had a slight advantage. Its tentacles chased after the Star, forming a web in the air, and it spewed venom through the carrion, like a cannonball, forcing the Starlight Dragon to dodge with difficulty—and at that rate, it wouldn't be long before the Starlight Dragon would be defeated!

"Forget it!" Tristan said angrily, "Nasandrona, cancel the charge program of the Deep Blue Wave Cannon and power the 3D printer instead!" "3D printer? What can that thing do? Besides, using a 3D printer would be the equivalent of completely exposing the battleship to the outside world-" "Just do it!" said the Fish-Man Prince angrily.

On the coast, Bedeville and Palamides also saw dragons and necromantic pillars fighting in mid-air. They were stunned.

"I'd better go back and pick up my little Hal. Palamides sighed, "There's no place here where we can help." "No, wait!" Bediwell hurriedly grabbed the leopard warrior, "Let's go activate [the dragon cannon]." That thing may not be lethal to the monsters, but it should provide some fire support to the Evil Stars!" "Do you think this really works?" "It's better than doing nothing. "Beddyville had been in Ethenburg before, and he knew where the dragon strikers were hiding and how to use them. The dragon mortar cannon fires out a massive ten-foot-long harpoon that can lightly pierce the necromantic pillar, and if not kill it, it can at least hinder its movement.

"Tsk!" Palamides smacked his lips and followed Bediwell, running in the direction of the castle again.

At the same time, the people on the lighthouse also saw the fierce battle on the sea.

"Hmph—" The Knight of the Round Table Auyun paced back and forth impatiently, wondering if he should help.

"Elison's sister-in-law~" Calvin, the little prince of the fish-man, took the opportunity to snuggle up next to the elf girl and coquettishly enjoyed himself: "Calvin is so scared~ Sister-in-law plays the piano for Calvin to listen to~" Husky and Hal invariably glanced at the fish-man prince, and secretly scolded Calvin in his heart.

The elven girl laughed and began to play the harp. The beautiful sound of the piano filled the room, making Husky feel that his soul was healed.

"Elison, now is not the time to do this. Oyun complained with a slight dissatisfaction.

Elison smiled again and stopped playing, as she reached out a hand and gestured in midair with her slender fingers. Her fingernails seemed to have magic spells on them, and the gestures also left trails of golden light in midair. The trajectories form letters, words, and finally become a string of continuous statements:

[Don't worry about us.] You go and help. "I can't! I promised to protect the children here!" said Oyun with a look of grievance.

[I'll protect them.] Elison wrote again in mid-air.

"But there may still be enemies lurking inside the castle. "[I can handle it.] The elven girl wrote: [Don't doubt my strength. Oyun frowned, and finally agreed: "Okay. Take care of this group of children. He hurried to the window and drew his sword.

"Look, Brother Oyun's magic sword is so powerful~" Calvin suddenly prompted.

Husky and Hal gaze at the sword of Oyun, the Knight of the Round Table. The crimson, strangely constructed magic sword seemed to have life, and began to change as it unsheathed. It grew larger, twisted, and reshaped, and in the blink of an eye it was a crimson dragon, about thirty feet long. The crimson dragon clawed wide on the ramparts, hovering like a giant gecko outside the lighthouse, its wings and the mane on its back fluttering in the wind like a living creature.

Husky and Hal were stunned. It was the first time they had seen a magic sword that could transform into a biological form. It is also the rarest of all types of magic swords in the world.

Ignoring the surprised children, Knights of the Round Table Oyun leaped out the window, leaning lightly on the dragon's back.

"I'll go and I'll come back. Oyun grabbed the dragon's horns and rode away.

"Wow. The two orc boys shouted at the same time, their eyes shining with envy.

"That's [Fafnir the Magic Sword]. Calvin said triumphantly, as if he was showing off his toys to his friends.

Elison flicked the little fish-man prince's forehead: [It's a bad habit to show off.] "Hey, hey~" Calvin stuck out his tongue and grimaced, "Calvin is a bad boy, please forgive Calvin if Sister-in-law Elison." Let's play a song again~" The elf girl smiled sweetly again and began to pluck her harp. The little prince Calvin also picked up the pan flute from the table next to him and played it, and played an ensemble with his sister-in-law. Outside, there was a bloody battle, but this small lounge was filled with pleasant sounds that made the children forget about the horror of the monster attack.

[Come on, too.] Elison played the harp with one hand, freeing one hand to write magic words in the air.

Husky and Hal looked at each other and smiled. They picked up a mallet and a bell on the table (one of the few instruments they could use) and played them with the elven girl and the little prince.

In a dark corner of the lighthouse lounge, a shadow lurked. It was about to attack the teenagers and began to tremble uneasily when it heard this wonderful quartet. It soon grew tired of the heavenly music, retreated into its dark corners, and crawled into the ventilation ducts to escape.