Harold was half-human, half-monster in plain sight, a thick, long tentacle sticking out of the back of his head, enveloping the Fishy Moon and dancing in a swaying way, while his own right hand became a more powerful weapon. His alienation continued, a puddle of water flowing beneath his feet, and a sharp fishtail pierced through his pants and stretched out.

Casey felt the change in her lover, she felt endless sadness, and closed her eyes in grief.

"Can't wait for him to completely turn into a monster!" Tang Ke took a sip, and the long sword in his hand flashed red again, and he stepped on it violently, forcing a footprint on the deck.

The trolls also jumped high, covered their bodies with red fighting spirit, raised their bone knives, and made a gesture to cut down. Red Locke, One Ear, and Owen also held their weapons one after another and pounced viciously at Harold.

Harold flicked his fishtail and slapped Owen from behind. Owen hit the mast hard, his waist "rattled", and he broke directly, and he fainted in pain, no matter how loyal he was, he couldn't help. Harold's fish face was expressionless, his eyes were round, and the tentacles holding the knife at the back of his head slashed upward, "dangdang" two knives, blocking the troll, and leaving a wound on the troll's body in a desperate way.

Donk grimaced, stabbing his sword straight into Harold's fish face, and the sword qi beeped through the air.

Because Harold turned into a sea monster, his heart became chaotic, and only the murderous intent remained. He grabbed Moore's longsword and clenched it tightly in his claws, not cut in the slightest.

Tang Ke was shocked and wanted to pull out Moore's long sword, but the opponent's strength seemed to be a bottomless abyss, and it could not be shaken at all.

Harold shoved forward, sawdust flying under his feet, and Donk was pushed backwards again and again, unable to resist. One ear slashed at the same time as Red Locke to save Donk. Harold's tentacles stretched out like a peacock opening the screen, sweeping one of the ears that was in the way and Red Locke away at the same time.

Harold let out a roar of excitement and pushed Donk to the stern of the ship with the force of the storm, and was about to crash into the captain's quarters. Seeing that the momentum was not good, Donk let go of his grip on Moore's longsword and dodged away from Harold.

Tang Ke had no weapon in his hand, and he was afraid of distraction when he entered the system, so he shouted anxiously: "Give me a weapon!" ”

Seeing this emergency, the men threw their weapons at Donk, a full nine swords, and some even threw their pistols.

Tang Ke flew towards the sword, his fingers flicked, and he pushed away an unpleasant scimitar, and then grabbed a sword and a pistol, which he saw had already drawn its ram and was ready to shoot, so he reached out to catch it.

Harold threw away Moore's longsword and spread his claws, attacking Donk in mid-air.

Donk turned around suddenly, the hem of his clothes behind him flung off, his left hand aimed at Harold, pulled the trigger, and a gunshot "bumped" on the ground, and the bullet hit Harold's chest, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, and there was no response.

"!" Donk cursed, scrambling to resist Harold's attack, his remaining physical strength could only use a powerful sword technique one more time, and if he was not completely sure, he could not make any more moves.

In a matter of seconds, Donk was hit by Harold a few times, injuring both his chest and arm, and his condition was dangerous. Because he was injured, that sense of crisis reached the ogre's mind, and the trolls changed their strategy and made protecting Tangk their first priority.

The trolls gestured to the two people around him with an expressionless face, meaning to hug Harold himself and let the two take the opportunity to attack. He thrust the bone knife into the belt around his waist and rushed at Harold.

Red Locke and One Ear didn't have time to think about it, gripped their weapons tightly, and followed in the footsteps of the trolls. Red Lock's life was saved by Donk, and he felt that maybe it was time to return it, but it was a pity that he didn't drink rum this morning, and it was a pity that he died.

Life and death are fighting, and everyone present has put life and death aside.

Harold swept with a sharp claw, tearing Donk apart. Donk raised his long sword, slung it to his waist, and was swept away, flying towards the side of the ship, he stomped on the side of the ship, took a deep breath, jumped back to Harold again, and stabbed Harold with the sword in his hand.

Donk's sword severed two of Harold's tentacles, causing Harold to scream twice in pain, and the tentacles fell to the deck, shaking stickily.

Harold raised his head, and dozens of tentacles swelled out at the same time, flying out more than a dozen of them, heading straight for Tangke.

Tang Ke danced the long sword in his hand into a spiral, cutting several flying tentacles, but one of the tentacles broke through the defensive net from under his feet and wrapped around his ankle.

Harold's tentacles were like crazy aquatic weeds, entangled Tangk, one, two, three, and by the time there were seven or eight, even Tangk's arm was entangled. A wave of ecstasy stirred up in his heart, and the pleasure came from the inside out, making it difficult for him, and his tentacles all trembled with it, conveying this exuberant emotion.

Donk struggled with his hands, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of his tentacles, and he felt a thrill in his heart, life and death were only in an instant.

"Shhh Harold opened his mouth and screamed, and with his tentacles, he brought Tonk over, blasting his claws containing strange power at Tonk.

At the moment of life and death, Tang Ke suddenly pulled his arms and blocked his arms in his heart.

The trolls finally arrived, and with all their strength, they hugged Harold from behind. Red Rock jumped to his feet, sword in both hands, and tried to stab Harold to death from top to bottom. One ear was a little slower, but he also went out of his way to plunge the sword into Harold's abdomen.

Harold's attack was forced to stop halfway, and the tentacles on his head swelled again, like spears with handles, stabbing in all directions. The trolls were cut by the fish's tail and the flesh was turned upside down, and the blood flowers were flying. Red Locke was whipped away by two tentacles, spitting blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground in a dejected manner, he cursed in his heart, it was really unpleasant to be beaten. One ear was even worse, his body was not as strong as those ones, and he was stabbed into his right abdomen by a tentacle, and his nerves were about to break in pain.

Under the full cover of the three of them, Tang Ke got a breather, pressed the tentacles wrapped around his wrist downward, reached to his waist, pulled out the dagger, and cut it quickly and continuously, the cold light formed a light curtain, and the sticky tentacles were broken eight or nine in unison.

Both sides of the enemy were seriously wounded, Harold screamed as he raised his head to the sky, his severed tentacles trembled violently, and the alienation on his body became more serious, tending to the final complete body.

Donk felt that the skeleton of his body was about to shatter, gasping for air, looking for a chance to strike the last blow, he had to admit that he had underestimated Harold's strength, he thought that under the combined attack, it would be enough to kill Harold, but now he put himself in such a dangerous situation where his life hung by a thread.

But in this situation of nine deaths and one life, he actually felt very excited, his blood was boiling hot, and his soul was screaming.

"Ahh The trolls roared, and no part of his back was intact, and under the serious injury, he fell into a rage, and the color of his fighting spirit turned from red to purple!

"Donk, thank you Sky, I'm going to die on this ship today." With one ear covering the red hole in his right abdomen, he stood up tremblingly, his vision reduced to blood.

"Let's see who dies first." Red Rock also got up, and he found that his left arm could not be raised, and he barely grasped the sword with his right hand.

", give me a good life!" Donk danced his sword and surrounded Harold with a few other people.

Harold turned the creepy head of the fish, his cold gaze focused on Donk, and the air seemed to freeze because of his gaze.

Several people are already dying, and someone will definitely die in the next round of attacks.

Just as a few people were about to rush forward, a yin wind swept by, bringing a biting cold, and everyone shivered.

This cold is inexplicably familiar.

He's coming!

Donk was in ecstasy, and looked at a white shadow on the bridge, it was the undead assassin, Franky!

Frankie looked down proudly, faintly visible handsome and dashing face before his death, he held the dragon armor black blade in his hand, he would not easily move this thing, but once he held it in his hand, it meant that someone was going to die.

It's a cloudy day, a dark cloudy day! The undead can walk freely in this bleak world.

Enraged, the undead scanned the damage on the deck of the Sky, and he had marked it with death in his heart for the culprit who caused it.

"Not only did it wake me up, but it also hurt my beloved Sky like this." Frankie pointed the dragon armor black blade at Harold, "How do you want to die?" ”

Harold still confronted Donk and the others, ignoring the undead on the side.

The corners of Donk's mouth smiled, his reinforcements came, and Frankie regarded the Sky as a treasure, and he would definitely not let Harold go. The scales are twisted, and Frankie is a heavy bargaining chip, and although he is only a third-order assassin, he has a body that ignores any physical attacks!

Frankie tilted his head and said, "I originally wanted you to die, but it seems to be redundant." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a misty white shadow that blew towards Harold like the wind.

Harold's mind was cloudy, and he regarded Frankie as an ordinary enemy, and split his tentacles to sweep away. The tentacles passed through the miserable white body unhindered.

The black dagger in Frankie's hand slashed silently at Harold's throat, and in his hand, the dagger was almost a black line that changed freely along the trajectory of death.

Harold staggered backwards, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.

Franky's attack was unobtrusive, and the dagger turned, this time stabbing Harold in the heart.

An emotion called fear flashed through Harold's simple mind, and he used his tentacles to attack the undead again, but to no avail.

The dagger was already close to Harold's heart.