"What's going on here?" Rushing to Cesar's side, Snow first took out a gas mask and put it on his face, and then kept fanning his palms to dispel the poisonous miasma around him, while asking in disbelief.

How did Cesar come up with that 'Great Ice Diamond'? He couldn't figure it out at all. He hadn't seen him for just a year, and this apprentice had grown to the point where he felt unfamiliar, whether it was the dark green poisonous miasma that had just emerged, or the weird and vicious skills, or the pair of talking mouths in the palm of his hand, he had never seen it. Not to mention the hole card that took the ice diamond without injury, and at the same time hid in the poisonous miasma and successfully repelled the iceberg. Today's Cesara is completely different from the top student of death who raised cats, flies, viruses, and the undead.

"Uh, let him run. The level of harm is not something I can handle, and although I have the means to deal with him for a while, there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop him from leaving. Also, the miasma I just released seems to have attracted the big tentacles, and now there are two major roots rushing towards our location. "The demon flies that appeared along with the miasma have scattered and separated, and they have begun to be vigilant.

"Forget it, let's get out of here first! ”

As Snow spoke, the floor under his feet shook violently again, and Cesar even felt an earthquake-like tremor. As the floor sloped more and more tightly, the overwhelming sound of metal cracking finally spread throughout the interior of the cruise ship, the lights on both sides of the corridor went out, and the screams and cries were incessant, and when the dim emergency lights were turned on automatically, it was even more depressing.

Looking up from the inside of the ocean, more than a dozen stout giant tentacles wrap around the cruise ship in circles from different positions. He held it firmly with suction cups and spikes, and then kept squeezing and tightening it, trying to drag it into the sea. It's a pity that the cruise ship was buoyant enough and didn't sink for a while, so the giant tentacles changed their strategy, twisted and rotated fiercely, and strangled the cruise ship like a sausage, one by one, and several vulnerable places even broke open and fell into the sea. Crazy to the point of pouring into the sea.

"Follow me. This direction!" Snow shouted as he grabbed the handrail next to the corridor with one hand and steadied himself on the 60° inclined floor, pointing to a passageway.

Cesar stooped down and struggled to move. Milk that requires standing on tiptoe to hold the armrest. Keep up quickly. Ten minutes later. Several people made their way through the water-soaked cargo area and detoured to a large exit entrenched by several large tentacles.

When he had not been attacked before, Snow was afraid of the pirates on board. He specially instructed his subordinates to throw the boss's private yacht into the sea in case they could run away at any time. This cargo area is the warehouse where the yachts are parked, and that exit is the last checkpoint.

"How about I'll blow up these tentacles with the flies, and then let's escape?" said Cesar as he opened his right hand and released a large amount of miasma, and then, a low 'buzzing' sound that made people's eardrums tingle resounded through the space, and a group of small dots reflecting silver light filled the wide cabin, and attracted the attention of the tentacles.

"Wait! My undead will be there soon. Snow stretched out his hand to stop it, and at the same time opened the book of the dead in his hand, releasing a black veil of death energy, covering the group of demon flies, eliminating their noise and energy fluctuations. The tentacles curled up in the exit swung a few times, then slowly retracted and began to hibernate.

Seeing Snow's all-purpose book of the dead, Cesar was extremely moved, but unfortunately this is an extremely rare and quite complex talent, which is difficult to simplify into a technique, and even more difficult to achieve in the same way, or simply impossible. With a sigh, Cesar picked up some of the fallen pieces from the ceiling, put them together into a simple little bench, and sat down beside Snow to rest.

......

While the three of them were resting, a puppy with a pair of wings on its back was flying hard, and from time to time made a difficult move, picking a narrow and remote gap that was difficult for normal people to pass through. Not far behind the flying dog is Obama Leviathan, who is tracking the diamond.

Before this giant ship set sail, the news that the big boss was carrying five diamonds was revealed intentionally or unintentionally, and he himself tragically became a shield to attract firepower. Whether it's the special squad, or Snow, or the Spectator Naval Regiment, and other pirate teams, most of them come for this.

And among these people, the biggest and most prepared is Obama. The family of this guy with a part of the Sea Clan blood is inextricably linked to the deep sea trolls. In ancient times, members of the Leviathan family often lured and drove the giants of the deep sea, either as thugs or causing disasters, or collecting the fur and feces shed by the trolls and selling them.

Over the years, the Leviathan family has become more and more experienced in driving trolls, and the patriarch of a certain generation has even researched a potion that can attract the attention of the blue ocean taboo 'Jellyfish King'. To be exact, it is a potion that arouses the interest of the outermost 'limbs' of the Jellyfish King.

Since the possession of this potion, the Leviathan family has become more and more powerful, and whenever they encounter a tricky enemy, they will do everything possible to introduce it into the Jellyfish King's territory, and then release the potion, attracting tentacles to attack indiscriminately. Years of experience in attracting monsters have allowed the Leviathan family to sum up a set of tricks to effectively drive and avoid tentacles.

As the family prospered, the Leviathan clan became more and more membership. Obama's father, Clinton Leviathan, was an unsuccessful member of the sideline. After getting drunk once, Clinton's black slave maid, Monica Lewinsky, caused a family scandal. After that, there was Obama, the 'shame of the blackskin' with impure blood.

It is worth mentioning that Obama's black skin comes from his mother, but the ugly horse face is inherited from his father. The reason why Clinton is depressed is precisely because his biological mother, who is also the personal maid of his father Nixon Leviathan.

After a drunken experience, Nixon gave birth to Clinton, a man of impure blood, a mutated genet, and a horse's face.

Because of this series of tragedies, Obama, who has a horse face, black skin and a quarter of his family blood, has been bullied, despised by his clan since he was a child, and forced to pick up soap...... Wait a minute. If the illegitimate son of a maid (Clinton) is already very unimportant, then the illegitimate son of a black slave should not live in the world.

In short, half a year ago, Obama went through a lot of hardships and finally survived to the day of adulthood, obtained the noble surname 'Leviathan' as he wished, and was given a middle-aged 'slime goblin aunt' by the current patriarch as a servant.

Thinking of the 'curse' he encountered, Obama hacked the innocent goblin aunt to death with a knife on the night of the coming-of-age ceremony. Don't kill him when he's drunk, with his own servants, what a 'goblin hybrid black pony face'!

Hacking down the servants given by the patriarch is tantamount to slapping the 'Leviathan' clan in the face. Obama, who couldn't stay any longer, stole the ancestral secret medicine overnight, then fled from the family and began to break through. In the past six months, he has continuously gathered like-minded people, and finally established the 'Observation of the Navy'.

Ahem, Obama is only eighteen this year, but Cesar is two years old, but he looks like he is already in his forties. Is this premature aging? Or is the bloodline too inferior? Is it the horse-faced gene that is too strong in aging? Or is the black skin gene with a disfiguring aura?

This time, he spent all his blood and did not hesitate to waste all the secret medicine to summon the 'Jellyfish Touch', just to capture the five treasure diamonds, raise his subordinates and himself to the harm level, and have the capital to rival the family. In addition, he grew up listening to the stories of the 'Three Demon Gods of Middle-earth' and witnessed the birth of the myth with his own eyes.

At that time, the three Barr were just murderous officers who had just left the navy. Today's leaders of the three major pirate groups, each of them is an incomparably powerful sub-god. Obama, who lives in the blue ocean, has always regarded the Three Demon Gods as an idol, and now that he has learned and succeeded, he naturally wants to make a career and surpass the former idols and become a new generation of myths!

"I'm the man who is destined to become the Three Demon Gods!" Obama groaned as he finished his memory, then raised the trident in his hand and slammed it to the ground. The stagnant water in front of him quickly separated, and the tentacles of those demons dancing wildly also gave way one after another, "This is the direction, chase me!"

With that, Obama took the lead and chased in the direction where the little flying dog left. And behind him are long-nosed horses, long-necked horses, black and white horses...... They also hissed and galloped up.

......

While Snow waits for the return of the undead and the tragic half-breed Obama fights for his dreams, the battle on Roger's side also comes to an end, or rather, has to end early.

Roger, who was supported by Pen Man and Mist, was tied 4-4 with the opponent. Although the elf actress is also a capable person, her unpopular strength has completely reduced her to a mascot for soy sauce. In less than three minutes of fighting, the cruise ship was dismantled into several pieces by those tentacles, and then the sea water poured in, and a large number of tentacles were attracted by the energy fluctuations released by them, and gathered to hunt.

In desperation, Roger stopped his attack first. In this case, he was not sure that he would succeed in catching the elf, and it was the right choice to keep the body to deal with the unknown crisis.

When Roger relented, Osborne and the kobold Ali Baba kept the elves behind them, staring warily at each other while constantly repelling the tentacles that tried to entangle them.

"Steward, have you let the yacht out, the water is getting more and more, this ship won't last long, we must leave!" Osborne whispered.

"Don't worry, young master, I have already ordered it to go down. Protect Miss Kerrigan, and I'll take you to the yacht after I've dealt with this group of pirates. The white-haired butler said respectfully.

"Ahem, that, Master Osborne, right? This, I, I'm willing to exchange the precious gem for a ticket. If you agree with me to get on your ship, I, I can send you a piece of gold. Well, no, it's an extremely precious 'Titan Mine'. Hearing the conversation between the two, the kobold on the side said hesitantly. (To be continued......)

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Well, it's late today, and it's my fault. Something happened last night.,I didn't even touch the computer.,Finally, today's chapter was sent out before midnight.。 Well, tomorrow there will be a double update, so that everyone can see the three chapters.