The tattered black trench coat swayed slightly with the night breeze, and a little blood dripped down his arm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoMarcos sat under a pine tree and stared wearily across the river, where the torches lit up almost half the sky. And all this is just to find a mouse like yourself, and the process of escaping is very difficult. After trying his best and skillfully using the spirits, Marcos escaped from there.

The guards still didn't give up, and they tried to find the fleeing rat in some dark corner of Sanban Street. Sadly, Marcos is now across the river from them. Being able to break out the encirclement of almost the entire army, Marcos had exhausted all his might. It was impossible to get out of harm's way, and after taking care of the wound, Marcos took out the kettle and began to drink.

"It's dangerous. Kaija said in an uncharacteristically calm tone.

Marcos put down the kettle and rested his head against the tree. "Sounds like you're disappointed?"

"Your life won't be long, so why don't you kill them all, fighting is the meaning of our existence. Kaija replied in a strange way.

"Yes, that's you, goddamn ghostly beings. Marcos said dismissively.

Keja paid no attention to Marcos's accusatory language, and it turned into a black wind that wrapped around Marcos's body. "I think you should know that they're coming, and that's the price you have to pay. ”

Marcos looked into his left arm, and of course he knew what Kaija was referring to. With a grim laugh, he began to slowly unwrap the bandage around his left arm. Just by revealing a small part of his bright red arm, the aura of the ghost and god began to move. The inscription began to glow, and new lines began to form as soon as the bandage was fully undone.

The burning sensation surged through Marcos's body almost instantaneously, but he had long since adapted to the feeling, so he silently endured the pain that ordinary people could not bear. He didn't know what would happen after the inscriptions filled his entire left arm, and perhaps like Maffeo, it was his own inescapable fate.

Keja left Marcos's body and reverted to the form of a ghost, which he seemed to enjoy doing as if it were a kind of entertainment for him. Its deep eyes were fixed on Marcos's left arm, as if in anticipation of what would happen in the future. As a ghostly being, it has accompanied many soul bearers, but in the end, they were all dragged into hell by the ghost, and even the man did not escape his fate in the end.

After a painful period that lasted for nearly a few minutes or so, the new lines were sculpted. Gasping for breath and sweating profusely, Marcos picked up the bandage from the side and wrapped it around his ghostly hands.

"Maybe you won't need this thing in the future. Keja sneered at the bandages.

Marcos sneered, "As you wish, Mr. Ghost. This is his irony.

"You should remember that guy. ”

"Who?Carlo?"

Keja didn't reply, it just rolled up the leaves on the ground and blew them away, and Marcos whispered, "I haven't forgotten about it." ”

"You need to be careful. Kaija leaned close to Marcos's ear and said in a strange air, "Be careful of being devoured by it." ”

Marcos just put a sneer on his lips, and he removed the suppressor from his waist and relocated it to the ghost's hand, so that Kaija disappeared in an instant. Sometimes, Marcos didn't want to communicate too much with these spirits, and their words always made him feel uneasy. Once, these guys were the things that Marcos feared the most, but now, these guys were the things he trusted the most, even though he still kept an aversion to them.

"It's a damn trap...... "Marcos stood up, looking in the direction of the sea. "Good luck to you. ”

Root's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the swift sailing ship that was approaching the Sage's Horn, and the cannon it was aimed at was a source of uneasiness for him. The closer you get to the position of the capital battleship, the more stringent the inspection of these fast sailing ships will be. Root was not sure if he would be able to pass this time. If it fails, as long as that gun fires, then there may be a naval battle with no chance of winning.

The diving bell had been lowered into the sea without anyone knowing, and Fitt and Vera were crammed into a small position in the diving bell, which made their bodies clinging to each other, and it felt strange to be unarmed, but it was perhaps a trivial thing in the adventure.

"Be careful, lads, they're coming. Rout reminded his crew.

The fast sailing ship stopped just two meters away from the Sage's Call, and he sent a message to hand over his pass. Rout then pulled the pass out of his pocket and handed it to one of the crew members, who climbed the rope ladder down the Sage's Horn to the galleon. Root also ushered in the most nervous moment, at least in a minute, they had already asked the crew a dozen questions.

"I need to confirm your ship's cargo!" shouted the sailing sailing sailing sailor to Rout on the side of the ship.

"Damn. Rutte cursed secretly. "Well, beef, sugar, rum, I don't think these things pose any danger. ”

The sailor laughed, "Of course there is no danger, so it won't be a big problem for us to go through it, will we? We're not privateers, so you don't have to worry about losing your cargo for no reason." ”

"Well, all listen to you, soldier. Rout said perfunctorily, and at the same time he tried to think of countermeasures.

Ludmila leaned over to Root's side and gritted her teeth, "I hope you won't let my sink sink by those bastards." ”

Rout hurriedly comforted: "I know, I know, so we need that guy's help." ”

Ludmila was a little confused, but she knew right away who Root was referring to. "You say that freak? I can count the number of times he's been on deck, and he's been in the cabin most of the time, do you really trust him?"

"Of course, why would I have kept him on my ship. To be honest, I don't understand him as a person. But trust me, he can help us. Rout explained.

"Well, I'll go down to him myself, and you delay them as long as you can. ”

"No problem. ”

While Ludmila walked into the cabin, Rout took advantage of the fact that the sailor had not boarded the ship, and ordered the crew who had lowered the diving bell to signal Fitt and Vera to approach the capital ship underwater as soon as possible. This is a desperate move, and they may have to soak their bodies in the icy water.

Just as the Marines reached the deck of the Sage's Horn via the rope ladder, Fett and Vera also left the Diving Bell. Luckily, they weren't too far from the main battleship, and the bottom of the heavy monster had already appeared in their sight. So in the water, they held their breath and swam towards the position of the main battleship.

Ludmila was impatiently banging on the door of a cabin, and she was about to knock on the door completely, but until now, there was not a trace of movement inside, which made her feel inexplicably angry. "I know you're inside, so stop teasing me, get out of here, we need your help!"

Perhaps it was the will of the gods, and after Ludmila said this, the door suddenly opened without anyone manipulating it. Although Ludmila would not be surprised by such a thing, she still showed a surprised expression. The man with his hair scattered to his shoulders was silent, staring at Ludmila with his whiteless eyes, who was surprised by the oppressive force that emanated from him.