The face between Bassem's chest and abdomen was like a white ancient marble sculpture, unable to distinguish gender, handsome and even a little bewitching.

Compared to the big pirate's ugly body covered with purple-black scars, it is like a white lotus growing out of the mud, giving people a sense of violent contrast!

"Ha Ka Ka, those who have been self-styled will be swept into the dust of history!" There are many members of the 'Yellow Sand Society', how do you think I, Bassem, got this opportunity to hunt the strong on the sea?

Ho! Witchcraft is such a fascinating power!

I wanted to save some effort on you, but everyone who sees me like this will die!"

A mouth whose tongue has been bitten off is naturally impossible to speak again.

But the handsome face carved out of marble suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of evil eyes with black pentagrams, and at the same time laughed and spoke, but it was as piercing as grit as Bassem.

It's just that the tone is as arrogant as ever, as if the person sitting on the deck who has almost turned into a "stick" is not him at all.

Blossom and flower...

At the same time, the "corpse monsters" near the bulwarks on both sides still retained their wisdom and cut off the hooks and locks fixed on the battleships of the three warships, the "Conch", "Thumb", and "Iron Bone".

Soon.

In the surging current, several ships drifted away, turning the "Tomb of Dry Bones" into an island in an instant!

The unexpected behavior of the "corpse monster" greatly surprised all the living people, because the scuffle was still going on, and no one could guess what Bassem wanted to do at this time, who had already shown his hole cards.

"What's the situation?"

Bang!bang...

Not caring about the witchcraft shield that had begun to crumble under Aiwen's alchemy musket, the demonic face shouted to himself:

"Ha Ka, since you have boarded the 'Tomb of Dry Bones', don't leave, become a part of this mobile tomb!"

Then a low incantation sounded from his mouth, and every syllable carried the echo of the dry and dead silence of the great desert, as if to squeeze every trace of life force out of the human body.

Moment.

The whole battleship shook underfoot, and the lower compartment seemed to be trapped with some behemoth, and there was a loud bang.

Bang!

The door of the cabin was directly smashed, and countless yellow sand mixed with black burial soil poured out of the cabin on the ground floor, as if countless black and yellow sand snakes were dancing wildly rushing towards the main deck.

Although the location of Evan and Milan is the main target of the storm, the surging "snake tide" has also forced everyone on the deck into a corner.

【Witchcraft: Quicksand Coffin!】

"This guy is the real wall-hanging, natural...?!"

Although he was complaining in his mouth, the moment he saw the yellow sand gushing out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Evan took out five or six seeds from the "magic pocket" that had been cultivated by the superior wizard "Snake Man" Heber Crete.

Because this is a seed cultivated by others, he has no control over it, and it is an indiscriminate attack that does not distinguish between friend and foe, so Evan has already shouted orders to his crew while taking out the seed:

"Soldiers, listen to my orders and jump into the sea to escape!"

Then chant the mantra in a loud voice:

f1o——

The mantra resonates strongly with the ubiquitous energy of nature.

Syllable!

Vibrant green in the spiritual light.

Five or six seeds burst out like they exploded, one, two, three... Dozens of "strong" vines the thickness of adult thighs and countless tiny roots.

As soon as it appeared, it began to attack everything on the ship indiscriminately.

The soldiers under Aiwen's command reacted as soon as they heard the order, and before the Sand Serpent could completely surround itself, they had already abandoned the "corpse monsters" in the scuffle and jumped off the deck of the "Tomb of Dry Bones".

When the pirates saw that the situation was not good, they naturally followed suit and jumped into the sea.

Ah——!h

Only a few unlucky ones, who were too far away from the side of the ship or who did not react in time, were surrounded and entwined by the sand snakes, and after a short scream, there was no sound, only the blood stained the yellow sand red.

Fortunately.

The focus of Bassem's and Aven's sorcery attacks was on each other, so the rolling waves of sand and vines didn't cause much accidental damage.

As for the other two sides, before the witchcraft of the two sides really affected them, they had already begun to wear each other out, leaving them enough room to dodge.

When Bassem turned the Crypt of Bones into an island.

If Evan couldn't stop Bassem's attack, jumping into the sea would be no different from looking for death, and as long as Bassem finally won the victory and drove the boat away, they wouldn't be able to last much longer in the sea.

If Evan can succeed, they still have a chance!

This.... Luck was on Aven's side.

Even if it is not controlled, but following the instinct of the plant, countless vines cling to the crevices of the deck with their tiny roots, fixing themselves and encircling the rolling yellow sand, gradually disappearing!

"Impossible!!You, you're also a wizard!?"

In this gap, Bassem was already surrounded by several "corpse monsters", far away from the unconscious attacks of the vines.

Bassem's normal head was closed and his eyes seemed to have fallen asleep, while the bewitching face between his chest and abdomen was panting like bellows agitation, and his face was full of disbelief.

The high hopes for the final killer feature were offset by the "witchcraft" performed by this guy who was clearly a powerful knight, which was simply absurd!

The spell-casting qualification that I couldn't ask for was easily used by a knight, how much pain I endured, and what was the reason for transforming myself into this ghost little by little?!

Watching those huge vines easily crush the "corpse monsters" he had worked so hard to accumulate into bone residue one by one, his heart was dripping blood, but the living people could jump into the sea to escape, but the "corpse monsters" under his hands couldn't at all...

Although the "corpse monster" is good and can almost make itself an army, it also has its inherent limitations. Otherwise, why bother to fill the cabin with yellow sand burial soil and transform a good battleship into a dry and cool mobile tomb?

The act of cutting the cable to prevent the living from escaping has become a cocoon for self-restraint at this time.

In just one minute, the "corpse monster army", which had suffered small losses in the battle with the navy and pirates, was almost destroyed by the dozens of vines that were raging.

This is the accumulation of all the materials used to build the "Bone Altar"!

Because of anger and heartache, Bassem's strange face in his chest and abdomen was a little distorted:

"How dare you, how dare you, how unforgivable!"

The black pentagram in the pupils began to spin high, as if the next mysterious sorcery was about to come again.

"You still care about yourself!"

The gunshots rang out again, and even though he was also dodging the attack of the vines, Evan's shooting was still calm.

One shot, and the witchcraft shield dimmed a point.

Two shots, and one less "corpse monster" under him.

Syllable!

Because of the "Curse of Doom", a "corpse monster" inexplicably slipped on his feet, fell on the deck, and was tied up and torn apart by vines.

Three shots...

Even if Bassem commanded his "corpse monsters" to carry himself desperately to dodge the raging vines, the space on the ship was limited after all, and even if he had retreated back to the tall stern building, he finally ushered in a situation where there was no escape.

Although his body was much stronger than that of ordinary "corpse monsters", he could not now block the witchcraft attacks that were at least equivalent to those performed by himself at the peak level of an official wizard.

"Come and protect me!"

Even though the wizard's spell-casting ability was obtained through the brutal "Heterolimb Stitching Technique", this ability was obviously far less powerful than he himself claimed.

The black pentagram swirling in his eyes disintegrated several times, and apart from barely being distracted and maintaining the witchcraft shield, it was already difficult for him to use another witchcraft to solve his problems.

Hearing his order, Ocelot "Runke" and "Bone Crusher" Tampas gave up their opponents at the same time, and did not hesitate to expose their backs and reflexively gallop to help Bassem who was in a desperate situation.

But...

Click——!

The two mortal "corpse monsters" were only less than ten meters away from Bassem, but the distance that was only one step in the eyes of mortals had become a barrier that could not be crossed at this time.

Because under the continuous bombardment of the "Golden Rose", his witchcraft shield was finally shattered!

The ultimate doom bebecomes.

"No ——!!!"

Immediately afterward, a line of fire slammed into Bassem's chest and abdomen, shattering the demonic face of the witchcraft that could be used, as well as shattering his spine.

He was not given any chance.

"Bang!" another shot, as if the normal head that had lost consciousness was shattered.

Puff –

The tattered stump with a large hole in the chest, the head and arms, the right leg, and the large hole in the chest, was knocked out by the kinetic energy of the musket, and fell into the sea from the high stern of the ship.

The cloak that looked like a white silk fabric that had been tied around his neck fluttered down and was snatched in his hand by Aiwen. It is the "Secret Treasure of the Sea: Ghost Cloak" held by Bassem in the information of all parties.

At the same time, the charging ocelot "Runke" and "Bone Crusher" Tampas's bodies suddenly stiffened and stopped.

It's just that the expressions on their faces came alive in an instant, and they recovered themselves to a certain extent, and at the same time turned in the direction of Aivan, performing the most solemn etiquette that belonged to a pirate.

As if thanking him for setting his soul free.

Bang!

Before Evan could respond, the two former pirates had fallen to the ground as if they had been stolen from their bones, shattered to pieces by the vines chasing behind them.

"Alas—it's over. ”

A sigh.

Buzz –

Milan, who was beside Aven, felt a faint chime from a distant place that could not be described on a spatial scale, and with the bell came an invisible but majestic power, filling his body and mind.

Milan knew that this was a return gift from fate after killing the enemy of "fate"!

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