Victor came from the deck with a single take-off, and because of the force, the place where he was standing was trampled on a piece. However, due to the peculiarities of the ship's materials, the potholes quickly repaired themselves.

Aware of the seriousness of the problem, Hosdy retracted his grin and walked with Hablon to Victor. He was about to say something when he saw the two perpetrators being grabbed by Victor by his head left and right, and the latter's two hands were also stretched out of the boat.

The city lord of Haimon was like a volcano about to erupt, his body exuded a violent aura, and even the breath he exhaled carried sparks, but the sound seemed to come from the depths of Niverheim, the coldest place in the legend.

"Tell me, what's going on."

Stimulated by the sound, he stammered at first with the one who spoke to Bruux. After saying that, he ballooned in despair:

“…… It's, it's not my fault, please—"

"Bang"

Victor crushed his head like a watermelon, and red and white juice splashed everywhere. Then he let go of his hand, and the headless corpse fell into the River Styx, quickly turning into nothingness.

He looked again at the next victim.

"Your employer?"

The mercenary was deeply irritated by his companion's death, but his professional ethics were so hard that he couldn't say the name. That being said, his casual glance betrayed the position of someone in the crowd.

Victor didn't bother to laugh at this cowardly and hypocritical behavior, and in a single eye-piercing effort, he grabbed the guest betrayed by his mercenary by choking his neck.

"Is that him?" He asked.

The mercenary shook his head with a shudder.

"Bang"

He followed in the footsteps of his companions.

"Lying is bad behavior."

Victor whispered, turning to the last remaining hapless ghost.

"Ho...... I...... Didn't know anything......"

The guest's face turned the color of pig liver because his neck was strangled, and he almost squeezed out the stumbling words from his throat. He looked begging at the other men he had hired, and the frightened ones hurriedly hid behind the crowd.

Victor looked over with him, and all the people he saw were scattered, as if an invisible laser light was shooting from his eyes.

"Victor!"

Hablon spoke up:

"The perpetrator is dead, so this matter should be revealed, right?" The wizard reminded with a gloomy face.

"Oh."

Victor agreed with a blank face, and then his fingers contracted violently.

"Squeak."

The unfortunate ghost's head hung limply, and the spine of his neck was crushed.

"Don't go too far!"

His actions angered Hablon, and the surging elements converged into a wall, sweeping over the sky and surrounding him.

Although the dead person is insignificant, this kind of behavior is a real slap in the face of the other party, which the latter cannot tolerate.

The impending battle between the two top powerhouses of Heru suddenly caused waves on the river, and the solemn and oppressive atmosphere caused the people gathered by the river to disperse in a hurry. The guests who were about to board the ship were also confused and chose to retreat temporarily.

Seeing the crowd gradually disperse, Victor suddenly spoke.

"Kelly."

He pronounced an unfamiliar name.

"Listen to you."

A figure in the same clothes as Owen was half-kneeling on the ground.

"You have an impression of the people you've been in contact with these days, right?"

"Not necessarily accurate." Kelly considered that unlike Owen, he provided services to Victor, and in addition, he was not optimistic about Brou, so he did not pay much attention to the matter of taking care of the young master.

"It doesn't matter, let's kill them all." Victor said lightly, as if the innocent people who would die tragically because of this order were like ants.

"Yes."

As soon as Kelly wanted to get up, several dry vines suddenly pulled out from the deck in front of him, enveloping him like a cage.

"Victor, do you really want to tear your face with me?"

Keeping Kelly in check, a lava staff appeared in Hablon's hand, somewhat similar to the Glazer's. He held his staff horizontally in front of him, his expression grim, as if he were giving an ultimatum to a dead man.

"If you insist on doing so, the people of Haimon will take full responsibility for your impulsiveness at the moment."

"What does that have to do with me? My only sons are dead, Lord Hablon. Victor's eyes were sad, but he grinned and smiled, "I just need to kill everyone on this ship to bury him before you kill me, right?" After all, I don't have the treacherous methods of wizards, and the only thing to praise is my tenacity. So shouldn't I ask you this sentence?

"Lord Hablon, do you insist on doing this? A race against time, against my life? ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword that had appeared before flashed, and all the vines around Kelly were broken, and the latter disappeared into thin air in an instant.

Hablon's reaction was a beat slower, but the situation didn't allow him to care about a small role like Kelly, and the ship's guards and other guests' mercenaries weren't vegetarians. He must lock on to Victor in order to prevent the beast from escaping and causing more casualties.

He glanced at Hosty, who was standing on a high platform near the mast with fifty of his men, watching it all leisurely, like an outsider.

This bastard!

He suddenly lost the idea of asking for help.

As a wizard, he can create a cage of countless spatial walls and passages to control Victor, but that would take a lot of mana. So he put his mind on the ship's energy stove. There's enough magic there for him to restrain Victor, eh? The "Twilight Chronicles" you are reading now Chapter 144 The Fifteenth Day at Sea (19) is only a small half chapter, to see the full version, please search Baidu: (Ice + Thunder + Chinese + Text) Search again after entering: Twilight Chronicles