The loud noises continued to burst out, as if some terrifying struggle was being set off.

Even if he is far away from his homeland and has aged to this point, Baba Yaga's strength at the moment still makes the steel cruise ship tremble, unable to load. It's like tearing down the entire ship.

The woman was completely in a state of madness......

"What's going on?"

Huai Shi turned back in confusion, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. He quickly walked over to the window, smashed it roughly, and reached outside.

There was a swift wind blowing.

But it was completely different from what he had experienced a few hours earlier.

In this silent abyss, how could there ever be such a luxurious thing as the wind? This is the wave set off by the cruise ship when it is galloping, but now, this wave of air makes Huai Shi feel that something is wrong.

The speed of the ship...... It seems to have sped up!

"On a ship trying to sail the underworld, every soul is a heavy burden. ”

A voice sounded, it was Yin Yan standing in the doorway, he tilted his head to look at the stunned Huai Shi, and showed a mocking smile: "You understand now, right?"

The gods were cruel, but the White Crown had no mercy on him—rather, the curse of the gods was exactly what he wanted—and he wanted not the weak, but the strong who could survive the trial.

This is the command he engraved on the ship: if you blindly evade and endure, the passengers will never reach the new land. The fuel it needs is the soul and death.

The more people die, the faster it will be......"

Huai Shi turned his head indifferently and raised the axe in his arm: "Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to help you. ”

Yin Yan shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the door frame: "I remember that we were still allies...... Your secret is probably to kill someone, right?"

As he spoke, he pulled a palm-sized notebook from his pocket.

The leather cover was scratched and looked old, and it was stamped with the ship's name, Mayflower.

"In addition to that useless manuscript, I actually found it on the captain's remains, a gift from the White Crown for the astute. ”

Yin Yan smirked: "The 'passenger list' that records the names of all the passengers and their real bodies - with this in hand, no matter who you find, what do you think, Huai Shi, no, it should be said...... The Vampire of the Order – Abraham Van Hersing!"

pointed out the 'real name' of Huai's poems, proving that his words were true.

"I already know where the person you're looking for is. ”

He put away the passenger list, "Come with me." ”

In the silence, in addition to the screams and murmurs in the distance, Huai Shi suddenly heard Ai Qing's sigh.

"For so many years, you've always liked to be smart, cousin......"

At that moment, the girl's killing intent was exposed:

"—Huaishi, kill him. ”

Without hesitation.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger of the arm crossbow.

.

.

Rumble!

As the wall shattered, the boy's figure emerged from the broken crack, staggered back and stepped into the hallway.

The wolf-turned-out ones who were wandering in the corridor suddenly turned their heads to look at the dark-skinned young man, and their expressions suddenly became hideous and hungry, and they suddenly pounced on him, and actually cut a groove in his face.

"Untouchables, get out of here!"

In his rage, the Pharaoh raised his scarlet pupils, waved his hand, and from under his robes, countless golden rays flew out—the scarab that lodged in its shell rose up like bullets, tearing the offender apart in an instant.

Then, as a bandage emerged from the gap in his face, the handsome face was repaired again.

Mummy.

No, it should be called - the prototype of the path to the gods.

This is a stigmata unique to the pharaohs of Egypt, and every sacrifice who qualifies as a pharaoh receives this stigmata and receives the immortal body.

Knives, axes, frost and fire are hard to kill.

After passing through the path of Olysses, he was recognized by the gods and endowed with a divine spirit, becoming the lord of the upper and lower worlds, wearing a red and white crown and combining gods and humans.

Now, although the spirit of this god has been withdrawn, the prototype of the divine has not left. He still retains the noble blood and power of his former dignity, and cannot be violated by all inferior.

But it seemed that there was no way to stop the crazy old woman.

Baba Yaga.

She was roaring, screaming, ranting, swearing, spitting out filthy language and curses with deep blasphemy.

Stared at the Sphinx, who was guarding the Pharaoh.

And a purple blood streak on the corner of its mouth.

So conspicuous.

"It's you...... It's you bastard......"

She screamed in rage: "How dare you kill my poor child, my only child left! I curse you! I curse you! You damned brute! I swear that you will sink with your master into the sea of sin! I swear !!"

She screamed hysterically, reached out, ripped chunks of entrails out of the rotting chicken carcass, and threw them at the Sphinx.

It's obviously just rotten internal organs, but the Sphinx didn't dare to take it hard, and even dodged it again and again.

Filled with Baba Yaga's curse and 'Poppy''s deathbed grudges, his entrails have turned into a literal bullet of revenge.

Countless viscous venom and black shadows erupted from it, flying through the air, constantly opening their teeth and claws, and crashing into the Sphinx, leaving a trail of whipping on the half-blood beast.

Each whip cut flesh and blood, deep into the bone, leaving deep traces of decay.

The Sphinx has been transformed into a prototype.

Sphinx.

It's just that the size of the body is not as terrifying as that of its father, only a few meters long, and the human face still bears the traces of a beast, and there is no wisdom in his eyes, but a beastly fierceness and anger.

Declining species, or rather, hybrids.

Like his master, the Pharaoh's bodyguard now has lost the power to interrogate souls, and all that remains is the power and life of the beast.

However, it is still enough to confront Baba Yaga head-on.

Don't fall behind!

"Kosche!!"

The Pharaoh roared angrily at the old man in a wheelchair in the dining room, "Do you want to break the covenant because my guards ate one of your damned chickens?"

The old man was silent, just staring blankly at the bowl of soup in front of him, which had already been cold.

It's like Alzheimer's.

But those wolf-like runaways didn't even dare to approach his side, even if they just smelled him, they would retreat in a hurry.

As if fleeing from predators.

Even if he looked like an old man who was dying.

Holding the spoon in a trembling hand, he poured the poisonous juice into his throat tremblingly, bit by bit, slowly...... Until the bowl of thick soup full of wolf venom was drunk into the stomach.

He put down his gold-trimmed spoon, picked up the napkin, and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.

"That's enough, Yaga. ”

Kosche raised his head tremblingly, staring at his frantic sister with cloudy eyes: "It's time for dinner, how long are you ready to go wild?"

Yaga slammed her head back, staring at him angrily, screaming!

"I said, that's enough. ”

Kosci raised his voice as if in anger, but as he advanced, he coughed violently, turning the wolf venom in the soup into thick phlegm and spitting it on the ground.

"That's it. ”

He looked at his sister, and gave the notice so categorically, and said word for word, in the words of his hometown: "Forget that damned chicken for me! Forget that broken house where there is nothing but bones! You have spent enough in that damned hell, my dear sister!"

As if to stare out of the eyeballs, Yaga's face turned hideous, and she glared at her brother angrily: "That's why you took me to another hell?"

Kosche suppressed his cough and said hoarsely: "I'm just...... I just want to set you free. ”

"Hah!freedom!" Yaga laughed madly, "look at here, a wrecked ship doomed to sink, a curse that cannot be escaped, dear brother, is this the freedom you have given me?"

"The curse can be broken, Yaga, trust me. Kosche said hoarsely: "I promise that we will have a new beginning in the America......s! A little ......"

But before he could finish speaking, he began to cough again, and his heart was torn apart, and the hollow voice seemed as if even his heart had long ceased to exist.

Painful and acute.

He clutched his throat and opened his mouth wide to gasp violently. Until Baba Yaga came up, ripped his hand away, pulled out a small silver flask, and poured the witch's potion into his heart.

Carefully, a drop.

In an instant, the coughing subsided, and Kosche collapsed in his chair, wheezing violently, unable to speak. Only Baba Yaga looked down at him, for a long time, and shook her head in disappointment:

"Brother, you really broke my heart. ”

Without saying anything more, with a choked cry, she picked up Poppy's corpse and turned away.

In the silence, the pharaoh's applause rang out.

"It's a good show. ”

The young man sneered and tilted his head to look at him: "Kosche, how are you going to make amends for her offense?"

Kosci did not speak.

Just wheezing, for a long time, picked up the napkin, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and leaned on his wheelchair tiredly.

"Do you know, Amunmesses," said Kosche suddenly, "respect is mutual. ”

"Respect?"

Pharaoh was amused, "You even said the word 'respect' to me?"

"yes, isn't that a conversation between a homeless dingo and another homeless dingo?"