Diego jumped down from the upper deck and kicked a ghoul to the ground, he picked up his gun and fired directly at the large number of living corpses in front of him, a rickety ghoul was directly smashed in the head, and the filthy flesh was scattered in all directions, only half of the neck remained.

More ghouls pounced, and he had no time to replace his shotguns. The surging energy of holy light poured out from his body and poured into the bayonet at the tip of the musket, and this intense light even inspired a blade more than a foot long on the blade, dazzling in the dim cavern.

Diego stabbed the nearest ghoul. The bayonet infused with the energy of the Holy Light was so sharp that Diego only felt empty in his hand, and the weapon had already penetrated his body, directly piercing the rotten corpse.

Looking at the rotten face in front of him, a heavy stench of corpses came to his nose, Diego's heart jerked, he realized that he had made a big mistake, the chest was not the ghoul's point, the head was, many times, it was not uncommon for ghouls to be stuck in the chest as a sieve but still tear the enemy to pieces.

However, to Diego's surprise, the ghoul did not continue to struggle. On the contrary, as if its spine had been pulled out of its spine, the living corpse collapsed to the ground without moving again. Not only that, but the part of the corpse that had been stabbed kept making a snorting sound, as if it was being abroded by invisible sulfuric acid. A few seconds later, the corpse was scattered like charcoal burned to ashes.

Diego was taken aback by the incessant spikes of holy light on the bayonet - he knew that the holy light had a restraining lethality against the undead and demons, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful - this was simply a necromancer!

"Don't stand stupid, Diego, run!" Just as Diego was startled, the huge figure of the giant bear rushed past him, sweeping away the ghouls around him, and the living corpse closest to Diego was slapped in half by his paws. The broken neck bone was only a piece of flesh and was still broken, and the whole bloody head hung on the back, which could be thrown off at any time.

Diego woke up suddenly. Follow and run down. They went around the sail lines, over the railings, through the passages, all the way to the gangway to the trestle.

All the way to the road. It may have been that the Arcane Bomb hadn't exploded before it had been recharged, but that didn't mean Diego could stop and catch their breath, instead, they ran faster. The shadow of death hung over them until they stepped onto the gangway to the trestle again.

"Don't run, we're safe." Blom shouted impatiently, bent over and holding his knees, "Let me catch my breath or I'll die." ”

Diego turned his head and looked at the silent gunboat, and wondered a little in his heart, it shouldn't be like this. Aren't Hollywood blockbusters all blowing up with their butts? It's really not thrilling at all!

It was as if the gods had heard Diego's heart, and at this moment, the group of people only felt the gangway under their feet tremble, as if there was an earthquake, and an irresistible force erupted from under their feet, lifting them into the air.

Diego felt like a potato in a pot, and he was shaken out hard. He flew a long distance in the sky before falling heavily on the trestle. Beside him, his companions fell to the ground, all with bruised noses and swollen faces. There are falls out. But more often than not, it was smashed out of the sawdust and debris that flew from the ship.

The rock dome overhead was also affected by the explosion, and it wasn't that a cloud of sand and small stones fell from it, leaving a few people in disgrace. They looked back and saw a thick cloud of smoke and dust coming out of the ship. You don't have to go in to see it. The interior of the ship must have been blown to pieces.

"I think I'm wrong, it's not safe here." Blom muttered as he got up from the ground and was the first to take a step towards the other end of the trestle.

However, before they could get far. A sudden red light rose from the ship, and Diego saw that the ship, which was almost covered in cracks and holes, turned into a fireball in an instant—the gunpowder stored in it had finally been detonated.

Another wave of shockwaves roared towards them like a hurricane, blowing them into a rolling gourd.

The warship was like a furnace burning violently, with flames erupting from almost every porthole and every crack, and from a distance, it looked like a blooming flame flower.

The fire was so fast that in a few moments the entire ship burned to the bone. Diego saw the sparkling silhouette of the gunboat gradually capsizing, and countless staggering figures wandering in the flames, their shriveled brains had completely forgotten to seek advantage and avoid harm, and it was not long before the ship let out a deafening loud noise and broke into two parts. The stern and bow of the ship were raised high and then fell heavily.

The collapse of the ship's hull created a huge whirlpool that sucked in all the undead floating in the water. Diego knew that the living corpses weren't necessarily dead, as they didn't need to breathe at all, but for them, what was more threatening was the unpredictable underwater turbulence, which could easily crush anything that got caught in it, whether dead or alive.

After less than half an hour, the gunboat was finally completely gone, and the water was calm, except for a few sporadic burning planks floating on the water.

"Look over there, that guy, he's not dead!" Standing in the shallow water like a chicken, Blom suddenly pointed to the opposite shore and shouted.

Following the direction he pointed, by the light of the fire on the lake, Diego saw a thin figure crawling along the edge of the lake towards the mountain wall. It's the necromancer!

Diego didn't hesitate to pick up his gun and fire, but the hot air from the fire distorted his vision, and he shot several times crookedly. The bullet struck the rocks around the man, sending a spark in the air.

The figure staggered along the mountain wall, rounded a pile of rubble, and disappeared into a cave halfway up the slope.

"Oh shit, I hate that!" Diego said angrily as he banged on the ground. He didn't know how this guy came back from the dead, you know, necromancers are not undead, it doesn't matter if they have a few big holes in their chests, they will die if they are shot in the heart.

"I think I'm going to have to catch up!" Diego said, "Masrae, you take the dwarves back to Mooncreek, they're too slow to chase them down!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the sound of "poof" entering the water around him, and he turned his head to see a seal swimming quickly in the water towards the opposite shore.

"Alright, Blom, I think you'll have to go back on your own." Diego looked back helplessly and said apologetically to the dwarves.

"No problem, take care of yourself, I don't want to change bosses so quickly." Blom said with a smile that although the dwarves were stubborn, they were not stupid, and he knew that the dwarves' small short legs were not suitable for running, and the tragic nature of sinking when they entered the water made it a big problem for them to get to the other side. (To be continued.) )