The world is becoming nothingness, or the world of the Tide Caller is becoming nothingness.

Everything around it turned into black ink, slowly converging in the black water beneath its feet, and the tide caller seemed to be on a pure black lake, with nothing but the one-eyed vulture standing opposite it.

Why did the Tidecaller know that this strange-looking object was a one-eyed vulture, because the other person had never changed the feeling he had given him.

At the spiritual level, Subject 18 itself may not be as powerful as Schultz, but when it transforms into an irreversible second form, that is, the Tide Caller, its strength has far surpassed Schultz, otherwise Schultz would not be helpless against it.

But the strong have their own strong hands, a mountain and a mountain high, and even the tide caller who can "resurrect" the dead knows that this person is not simple at the first sight of the one-eyed vulture, as for what is not simple, the tide caller is still a little unclear for a while.

It wasn't until the Tidecaller used his tentacles to wrap the one-eyed vulture tightly and strangled it entirely, and then everything that appeared in front of the Tidecaller's eyes, that the Tidecaller understood that these were hallucinations, but could not break free from them.

That's right, the Tidecaller's consciousness space has been completely encroached upon by the spirit of the One-Eyed Vulture, and it is up to it to make its own decisions, - if the Tidecaller could speak, it would definitely ask the One-Eyed Vulture loudly what the hell is going on.

Unfortunately, although the Tide Caller was transformed from Subject Eighteen, there was no possibility of turning back into a human, and besides, the One-Eyed Vulture was obviously not interested in explaining much to the monster.

Feathers, black feathers.

Patches of black feathers were in free fall, eventually converging on the opposite side of it, clinging haphazardly to the body of a giant vulture, and in the eyes of the tidecaller, the whole world was left with these black feathers of strange colors, and the vultures they were floating towards.

It's no wonder that the one-eyed vulture is called that.

As more and more black feathers fell on the vulture's body, the Tidecaller felt more and more tired, and its incessant roar stopped, and so did the tentacles that were waving everywhere, as if a weight was weighing on it, and it did not want to make any more movements.

If even thinking can be stopped, that's the best.

This is true of the tide caller in the spiritual world, and even more so in the real world.

……

In the real world, the one-eyed vulture has not changed in any way, he has never become a giant vulture, and the tide caller is still in the ruins of an underground boxing ring, with a solid concrete floor under his feet, and there is no lake of black ink.

In fact, the one-eyed vulture has not done anything since he stood here, he just stood quietly opposite the tide caller, and then he saw the tide caller like crazy, waving his tentacles and gesturing for a long time, and finally he seemed to be tired, and all the tentacles were lying on his side.

Fortunately, no one saw this scene, otherwise I would have to be shocked and my jaw would have fallen to the ground.

"I've got in the way," the one-eyed vulture reached for a walkie-talkie, and as he spoke, he looked at the sluggish tide caller, "It's up to you whether you can resist the next 'tide of terror'." ”

"No problem."

On the other end of the intercom, the voice of the Governor was heard.

Putting the fur at his feet again, the one-eyed vulture turned his face extremely pale, his head was full of beads of sweat the size of beans, and there seemed to be red blood spilling out of the corners of his eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe his nose with great effort, and a line of blood instantly flowed out of the one-eyed vulture's nostrils.

The one-eyed vulture's steps are equally vain, as if he had stepped on a cotton sleeve under his feet, and he walks with a shake of the three emperors, but he can barely maintain his balance, and it seems that using a mental attack to kill the tide caller is not an easy task for the one-eyed vulture.

Dragging his weak body, the one-eyed vulture walked one step at a time and gasped for three breaths, about a dozen steps, the one-eyed vulture looked back at the tide caller behind him who was no longer moving, he knew that the tide caller was not dead, but simply fell into a hallucination and could not extricate himself, if he wanted to really solve this big trouble, he had to use a lot of artillery fire to pile it to death.

However, the tide caller in this state does not have any defensive ability, and it is far less tricky than before, and it is only a matter of minutes to solve it, and it is not much difficulty.

"I hope I don't let my efforts go to waste."

Muttered silently, the one-eyed vulture took a new step, in order to do this, he paid a lot of price, without a break for ten days and eight days, he can't recover, and then if the governor fails to resist the "tide of terror", it will be difficult for him to survive the disaster like this, and he will basically have to be buried with the governor.

If it weren't for the fact that the Governor had been his only friend since childhood, the one-eyed vulture would never have done such a risky thing, leaving his huge family business behind and running to the abandoned city to die, and I am afraid that no one would believe that the cunning and ruthless one-eyed vulture would do such a thing.

What are you kidding, look at the one-eyed vulture's gloomy face, saying that he once betrayed his friends and treacherously, which absolutely no one will doubt, but to say that he is actually a person who treats his friends with sincerity and benevolence, then the other party will probably have to smack you with a big mouth.

This kind of person is also worthy of friendship?

It's really a good match.

……

Another part of the abandoned city, which seems to have just experienced a "meteorite rain", the ground is full of large and small "craters", as if it has been plowed by five fully loaded self-propelled rocket launchers with artillery fire, and there is no place to put your feet.

In the center of the largest of them, the crater, Galahad and Rebecca stood opposite each other, - Galahad was gray-faced, and his upper body was torn into strips, no different from a begging flower, but Rebecca was no better than him.

Her right hand gripped the whip tightly, but she clutched her left shoulder even tighter, the blood had already stained the left half of her body red, even dripping down the tube of her pants into her boots, but Rebecca still stared at Galahad without blinking.

Rebecca was defeated in the end.

Galahad had two helpers after all, - although Natalia and Schultz were defeated by Rebecca one after another, but before the two of them fell, Rebecca also spent a lot of effort, her strength was already five or five with Galahad, after some attrition, especially two such difficult opponents, Rebecca naturally couldn't beat Galahad.