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Dark world, cloudy sky.

It was as if everywhere was covered in haze, and even the sky was gray.

This world is dead and silent, without any life, insulated from the fragrance of flowers and birds, and has nothing to do with willow green and red flowers.

Bang.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the gray and gloomy sky, like a spring thunderstorm.

The gray space that had been bridged suddenly appeared one after another irregular cracks, and a thunderous purple light bloomed, illuminating half of the sky.

The crack grew wider.

It's like someone behind the scenes is tearing hard.

The rifts are getting bigger and bigger, more and more.

Countless transparent space debris flew around the rift, scattering and grinding the haze of death.

The rift gradually became clear, as if there was something to cross on the other side of the spatial barrier, and he was trying to open a passage, using pure brute force.

The power of the shock is getting stronger and stronger.

The cracks were as big as miles.

Finally, a pointed head appeared in this dark space.

This thing slowly stretches and grows.

Finally see him in full form.

An ancient ship.

A glittering wooden ship.

With a thick sense of antiquity and vicissitudes.

It is enough to have a hundred zhang square. Whether it is the ship's side, deck, or tall mast, it is full of vitality, and even has verdant branches and leaves.

The huge sails are windless and automatic, and the whole ship is speeding through the air.

Bring light in the haze. Appears divine and powerful.

This is the ancient ship of life that Princess Cynthia is on.

Sisail and the other elven female guards sat on the deck of the ancient ship, their eyes looking confused and cautious at the moment. With the confusion of the unknown.

They kept talking, using words to dispel the timidity and anxiety in their hearts.

"Where is this? Why is there smog and darkness everywhere? ”

"yes. Where is this taking us, Your Highness Princess? The smell here makes me uneasy. ”

"Well, there's no life, there's no human tracks, it's like the sky of the underworld."

"Fortunately, there are no necromancy, otherwise, I would have thought I was in the underworld."

The purpose of the ancient ship seemed to be very clear, and it plunged headlong towards the Sea of Death.

It's extremely fast, and it seems to be chasing something. Seems a little impatient.

A little hazy firefly like a firefly flew in the night sky. Gradually go deeper into the heart of this world.

Layers of green vines shade the ancient ship. They exude a strong breath of life, guarding the elven female guards, insulating them from the obscure aura of death.

Poof.

The ancient ship finally broke through the heavy black waves, and the bow plunged into the sea of death without hesitation. The Sithers stared in horror at everything in front of them, the darkness blinding them from looking far. But it couldn't stop them from taking a closer look.

The rotten, heavy water crashed against the side of the ship with a deafening sound, and the whole hull shook incessantly, so that they could not sit still, but could only grasp some fixed object on the deck in fear to keep themselves from falling.

Meanwhile. The black power of death was like a group of strange poisonous snakes, with highly venomous teeth, constantly gnawing at the vine ropes and life breath stretched out by the ancient ship.

The sound of sizzling continues.

With the help of the green light of life, they could see very clearly, it was pure black. With extremely negative energy. Despair, death, decay, destruction, madness.

Ancient ships were constantly sneaking in the sticky waters, gradually increasing in depth. Their hanging hearts are also getting heavier and heavier, as if they have fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Dead.

Beyond the dead silence is only the sound of the power of death and the life force fighting and devouring each other.

Endless darkness and death. It makes them breathless and tortures their nerves. Depressed and suffocating.

Boom -

The battle continues.

Merkel is already a little weak, he is a little arrogant. In order to quickly advance to the gods, he rashly set off a battle to devour the Forest of Life, only to be severely damaged by Pol Pomelio's Time Arrow skill.

And what bothered him the most was that this wound was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which could not be removed in a short time. He regretted it a little, he should have given up the erosion of the Forest of Life as soon as possible, and expelled the arrow of time with all his might.

"Damn, damn it, these cunning fellows know how to rob while the fire is on. Sooner or later, one day, I will make your life worse than death. He vented hysterically. The bone rod in his hand seemed too heavy, and it had long since lost its previous speed. His soul fire was already a little faint, and the power of the god of death in his godhead was still viscous, but it could not make up for the depletion of his spiritual power.

The battle was really hard. Although Gatling didn't have any lethal means of attack, and couldn't even do much damage to him, even mosquitoes were enough to make people feel sick, not to mention that they were no ordinary mosquitoes.

"Damn humans, you ants know that you are hiding in the shell of a turtle, don't you dare to fight head-on?" He was furious and venting, and from time to time he summoned the giant's bone in his hand from the storage ring and smashed it into the bronze temple that troubled him.

"Hehe, he's not going to do it, you see, his shooting speed has dropped by a full fifty. Haha, as long as we hold on for a while, we can achieve the final victory. ”

"yes, I finally see hope."

"If we work harder, sooner or later we will consume him."

Everyone looked a little haggard, and this kind of battle had been going on in this starless and moonless deep sea for I don't know how long. All they know is that they keep chanting incantations, shooting arrows one after another, and casting auxiliary magic on Gatling and Gander to replenish their mental power and keep them energized to fight.

The process has become somewhat mechanical and numbing.

Although this is a life-and-death battle that cannot be lost.

Swing, dodge, swing, dodge.

Merkel's body was filled with life force, and his black body turned completely green. Only deep in the skull, near the godhead, there was the power of the black god of death holding on.

In order to deal with Gatling and them with all his might, he had to give up his counterattack against the Arrow of Time. This method of raising tigers for trouble made him extremely poor.

Although he has a godhead of death, although this godhead has been refined by it, the time is too short, and he has not yet completely fused, and the fusion of godhead requires the faith of believers and the protection of the kingdom of God.

And these two aspects are what he desperately wants to do, but has not yet completely completed. And, because of the heavy damage and resistance, he became even more strained. Therefore, he could only absorb the power of death with the help of this godhead, but he could not use it to fight.

Of course, after a long battle, Gatling and they were also extremely tired, and most of the million hedras had been consumed, and if this kind of battle continued, they would run out of ammunition and food sooner or later, and they would be buried here.

Run riot.

Gatlin spotted a gap, and took advantage of the fact that Merkel's bone hammer was not easy to retract, and commanded the bronze temple to desperately crash towards Merkel.

"Fellow like black charcoal, let me die."

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful! (To be continued.) )