"Roar!!

The fat monster roared, it was pitch black, and it was hard to believe that the beast had been turned into a butcher named Quiram.

From the very beginning of meeting him, Delaenor was convinced that the fat man was an out-and-out murderer, but now he has become a devil without concealment.

"The game of Quiram, it's !!" The monster flailed its blackened wings behind it and swooped out at Vikirico.

She slid forward, through the monster's crotch, and turned and kicked it in the back of the head, but all the power was returned to her legs.

She felt like she had stepped on a brass wall, and she was bounced out by the strong reaction force.

"Damn, is this guy wearing a scale around his neck?" Vicilico jumped onto the top of the cabin and rolled on the ground for a week before getting up, her ankle aching from the impact.

"Quiram catches the puppet, the puppet can't run!" Queram grabbed the wall skin and climbed onto the roof and inserted his fingers into the metal plate of the roof.

His fat-wrapped arms trembled uncontrollably, and he jerked back, tearing off a large piece of iron like tearing paper, and turned to throw it into the air.

The iron sheet spun like a giant dart and struck at him, and Vikirico kicked her right leg and jerked down, sliding sideways along the gap in the roof of the cabin.

The tin sheet grazed Viklico's left shoulder, smashing into the roof behind her, causing a spark that the monster could once again lunge at her before she could react.

"Damn, won't this guy get tired! I'm going to run out of stamina in advance if I keep dodging like this......"

Soon after the old wound healed, there was a new wound, and Vikirico's blood was draining little by little, and the scene imprinted in front of him became more and more blurred.

There are civilians on board, and there is no risk of turning Draenor into a beast. But there was only one bottle of cold-blooded potion left, and if she drank too much in a day, she would gradually lose her mind.

Vikiriko was at an impasse, not knowing what point the dice of fate would point to.

The monster shook its arms wildly, the rain splashed on its body and reflected a terrifying silhouette, and Vickyli could repeat her old tricks, diving down and jumping into the chasm torn open by the monster.

"Idiot! The girl is low in the cabin! The old man shouted angrily from the deck, pulling out a whistle carved from his finger bone from his chest. Draenor and the others were fighting with their entourage, and they didn't care about stopping him.

"Shhhh

The screeching sound of the bone whistle almost pierced Draenor's eardrums, and Jeanne seemed to hear it, and the two of them covered their ears and struggled on the deck.

"Muppets! The Muppets of Quiram! Tear open your belly and rip all the cotton out!! ”

The monster grew frantic at the whistle, its chest squirmed, and a pair of withered branches cut through its chest, reaching out into the air and waving it.

The monster collapsed, its limbs crouching forward against the roof of the cabin. The arm on his chest pierced the steel plate, digging like a meat grinder into the interior of the cabin and clutching frantically.

"I've always admired opponents with good poker skills, and being able to escape from my dungeon shows that your 'old man' is not bad!" Baulklem grinned, his skin shriveled and wrinkled like a Sphynx cat.

He opened his arms and laughed wildly in the rainstorm: "It's a pity that your luck card has been played, and the winner of this gamble must be me!"

"Qian? I don't know much about poker, but deceptive tricks don't work in a game. Vikilic's voice came from the stern of the ship's cabin, and lightning pierced the dark sea, carving her silhouette on the top of the battleship's high chimney.

She clutched the last bottle of cold-blooded potion tightly in her hand, and the evil smile once again hung on the corner of her mouth.

"The warm-up session wasn't really a gamble at all, and the prison break was just because I had a 'card' in my possession. But since you're looking forward to it so much, then I'll let you see what the real 'old thousand' is. ”

Vikli lifted the vial and drank the crimson blood down, the raindrops crashing against her hot body, gradually turning into a scarlet mist that enveloped her silhouette.

The breath, the heart, every pore, the pleasure that Vickily felt burning frantically ran through her body, and the endless anger almost burned all the memories in her brain.

The blood surging through her skull almost broke through every vein, the fragrance of the blood seducing her bloodthirsty beastliness, and Vikily set her eyes on the bloody people on the deck.

"Blood, wildness, is that what you want? Vicky Ricco! With the last vestiges of her remaining sanity, she tugged at the beast that was about to be born, and she thought of a familiar name, and shouted into the air with almost all her breath:

"Spinia Falger (Thorn Bird) !!"

The Blackstone's side glowed crimson, and the spear rushed towards Viklico like a blood raven with outstretched wings. She drew her left arm and clutched the blood-colored spear tightly in her hand.

There were raging waves on the sea, and the Blackstone was pushed forward by the huge waves and leaned forward more than a dozen degrees.

Vekily leaped to her feet with the thrust of her feet, her body spinning in the air for a circle, she clenched the spear with her backhand, aimed it at the monster's chest and threw it hard.

The shrill birdsong drowned out the thunder in the storm, a scarlet lightning bolt struck the night sky, and the entire sea was illuminated with blood-colored light, as if a demon god had descended into the world.

Lightning pierced through the monster's body, and waves of blazing air split the distorted silhouette into a charred black shell.

Vikiriko landed on top of the metal pod and reached out to catch the flashback spear. As the fog cleared, she stood on the roof of the cabin, turning and pointing her spear at Baucrum on the deck.

"Listen up, Azra's lackeys! The gamble is over, and we're the winners! ”

Baucrum was unfazed by Vicky Ricko's declaration. The smile on his face grew more and more insane, and a pair of demonic leather wings protruded from his thin back.

"No, innocent princess, nightmares, are coming......"

Once again, the tide crashed onto the deck, and a huge tentacle broke through the sea, countless scales reflecting starlight in the light of lightning.

The tentacles rained down on the Blackstone, splitting the deck into a bottomless gully, wrapping tightly around Baucrum's body and dragging him into the endless depths of the sea.

Vickyli could jump off the roof of the cabin, and the waves set off on the sea, but Baucrum's figure had long since disappeared without a trace.

She turned and crossed the ravine, and jumped to the other side of the deck, where the ground was covered with strange bodies, and there were only four or five retinues left in front of the crowd. Jeanne, Cooper, and Draenor were exhausted, all gasping for breath.

"Jump for me, hurry!" Vickyli could point a cold finger at the few surviving retinues and pronounce death sentences on them.

The retinue looked at the demon with the spear in front of them, and one after another jumped off the deck and plunged into the depths of the sea.

Calm returned to the deck, and Vikiriko let out a long sigh and collapsed on her back. The icy rain washed over her body all the time, and for her it was more like a baptism after the war.

"The Azra at sea? It's a lot more complicated than playing cards......"