There are a lot of questions that go unanswered.

For example. Why is this organization able to summon the secret art of the Whisperers—the kind that ordinary people who don't even know about the mysteries can summon demons?

Or for example, why are they looking for me?

Do you want to call me the "key"? "The Redeeming Morris"?

It's really a mess, Morris sighed.

"Actually, you don't have to think about it that much. Lilith's voice came softly, "You're going to die anyway." ”

yes, I'm already going to die.

......

He stepped on the greasy blood under his feet and slammed the deck, the sword in his hand already broken in the parry. His eyes burst and his shoulders ached. But he had peace of mind, which struck him incredible. In the previous war, he had feared death, but when he actually faced death, his fear faded again.

It was as if he was no longer himself, but a bystander. This bystander stood above the clouds, next to the bright moon, looking down on this sea, this night, this ship.

There are also the people who fight each other on the boat, the evil and beautiful succubus, and the white-headed waves that surround the ship.

He even saw the "Eedin Beauty" extinguish all light sources on board, and the little wing fled for his life at night.

In this state, his soul is ethereal and at ease. He probed these in great detail, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong. It's as if something, something that should have been noticed, has been overlooked.

What was it? He couldn't think of it.

And when this distracted feeling came back, he returned to reality. The sharp pain in his body reminded him that he was still on the ship, and that his condition was still unchanged.

He was only a god for a second.

The former rebels, the current Demon Servants, surrounded him. There was no hesitation or retreat in their eyes, only a frenzy, and the strong man who had invited him to fight at the beginning stood in the front row, and he seemed to be the only one who still had some sense.

He caused the most trouble for Morris.

The men were silent, and when Lilith gave the order, they would come forward and chop Morris into pieces.

It's such a wretched death in this life. Morris thought sadly.

But it is consoling that Peters they left.

But the next moment Lilith ruthlessly snuffed out his illusions.

"You must be thinking about your friends," she playfully said. Don't worry, I'll have them come down to accompany you soon. ”

Torturing others is Lilith's greatest passion. But compared to some demons with strong flesh and simple brains, what she likes most is to destroy her enemies mentally.

Morris's heart sank to the bottom.

Lo and behold, the evil nature of the devil is shown here. They destroy the enemy, but they do not want to see the enemy completely destroyed, they always hope that their enemy will climb out of the trough of despair on their own, and then they can continue to ravage it.

Therefore, when Lilith saw his dead heart, she felt that the boss was bored, and when she was bored, someone was going to be unlucky, and that was also the case in hell.

Unlucky was Molis.

She waved her hand lightly, motioning for the strong man who was respectfully waiting for the order to make a move. Then he flattened the corners of his mouth slightly, and thought: This is how you made Lilith bored.

The strong man raised his weapon obediently, and Morris had no strength to struggle anymore. He was tired, his lips were chapped, his muscles were sore, and he was covered in wounds.

He just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

It's not bad to just sleep like that.

"I won't spare your soul. Lilith whispered sweetly to herself.

Pull a few down! If you die, you won't let me live in peace!

Morris watched numbly as the burly man raised his scimitar and slashed at his head. And above his head, the night was cold, and the moon hung high.

He closed his eyes and waited for the moment when the axe arrived.

......

But things never come the way you think, even if they come the way you think.

It's not handsome either.

So, with a slam slam at first, Morris felt himself being lifted, and then the overwhelming sea swept him up, and he didn't even have the strength to resist.

He choked and opened his mouth, but the sea water poured in.

He struggled wildly, and then fell to hard ground - it was the deck, but it tilted.

His face was smashed in pain, but he couldn't stand up, and the tilt of the hull continued. He opened his eyes, but was accidentally splashed in by the sea.

What's going on?," he looked around in a panic.

The tide lifted the ship, the Beer Keg creaked, and the rebels were thrown to the side like beer bottles piled up haphazardly.

The strong man who was going to kill him was no exception.

This wave passed, and the "Beer Barrel" fell hard, smashing up a large wave. Morris was so smashed that his lungs were about to vomit.

But he struggled to his feet, and saw to his horror:

A white line on the sea in the distance is advancing rapidly towards here.

Again?

The anomaly aroused his survival instinct.

Morris limped to the stern of the ship, and the crowd behind him got up to chase him down—Lilith's magic wasn't derailed by this turn of events.

The boat was still shaking violently, and he turned back to pick up the broken sword that had fallen beside him, and cleaved the nearby rope, and he was about to wrap himself around the helm.

A question rolled through his mind: What about Lilith?

He soon saw that the abominable succubus spread its wings and circled the sky, and she seemed to be looking for something in a frustrated manner.

Morris thought: There is still a chance, if it is now, if there are only these people.

It was as if he had grasped hope.

The second wave rose again, and those who scrambled to come did not touch the corners of his clothes, and made rolling gourds again.

This time, the waves were bigger and stronger.

The angle of the hull was already dangerous, and the side was submerged in seawater.

Many people didn't even scream and threw dumplings into the sea.

Morris didn't.

The buckle he was playing was loose, but barely holding on.

The sea soaked the heavy sails, the mast made an overwhelming sound, the ship's weight flew out of the porthole, there was a whistling in the back of Morris's head, and a large box full of things grazed his head and smashed against the side of the gunwale.

The second wave passed.

But he didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and the third wave slammed into his head again.

This time, the foremast, which had been hit the hardest, finally fell, snapping its way through it, slapping the brains of the two struggling rebels to the ground.

All around was the sound of the tide crashing, faintly mixed with Lilith's angry roar.

Morris's ears were watery, his bangs were pressed against his head, and the wound was burning hot.

He shook his head heavily.

No rain, no abnormal weather. Why do huge waves rise without warning?

And just at such a good time.

Unless it's ......