The earliest version of the ghost ship was nothing more than a shell of his soul.

Later, with the addition of Valhalla, the Nether Cannon, and the Devourer, everything went sour.

Of course, this does not prevent Mark from fishing a wave before going to sea.

In February, the ice sea is still cold and windy, and on the aft deck, a gramophone in the shape of a golden trumpet flower is playing melodious "country music".

The music is obviously very good, because of the appearance of the four apocalypse knights, it is as uncomfortable as this gloomy ghost weather.

The three Knights of the Apocalypse knelt on the deck on their knees, in a kneeling posture, and only the [War Knight] Gusin, like a fearless and unyielding hero, stood straight in front of Mark.

Well, if you ignore the spiritual flagpole he poked in from his back and make him look like a frog just waiting to be dissected......

"Gusin! I ask you, are you convinced? Mark sat at the top, his left hand on his cheek, looking at the prisoner with an intriguing expression.

"Woo woo woo (I took it)!" Gu Xin wanted to give in, but the months of soul flame scorching made him weak, and the mouth of his spirit body was pierced by the spiritual flagpole.

Mark's expression froze: "Very good! A knight of war! Sure enough, he is a strong man! ”

"Woooooooooo (I'm not, I don't!) Gusin struggled. The sharp pain caused by the torn soul is nothing anymore. Looking at Mark's face, which seemed to be harmless to humans and animals, but he didn't know how many evil heroes had been killed, Gusin knew that he was definitely going to suffer.

"Someone! Work! As soon as Mark clapped his hands, Wren and Conrad, two men, immediately stepped forward, took down the extremely hard Gusin, tied it to a thick rope, and threw it into the sea.

If you look closely, you will see that this so-called rope is actually a spiritual thread connecting his soul to the Blood Moon card.

Well, a stout version of the lingsilk.

Essentially, it was no different from the thighs on Gu Xin's body.

As long as the Blood Moon card is still in Mark's hand, Gusin's soul core will not be able to run.

"Poof" a sound of falling water.

The bodies of the other three Apocalypse Knights trembled slightly at the same time.

It's like a loan shark, they don't necessarily want to get back every loan shark, and sometimes it's easier to publicly slaughter the most disobedient one, so that they can collect other hard money.

This is to set an example to the chickens.

Interestingly, the more miserable Gusin was, the more excited the girls from Bolivarian families became.

Perhaps this is the resentment brought by the Sotophi, but if Vangusin was powerful enough in the first place, maybe the Bolivans really had the possibility of independence under the hands of the Latte Empire.

Now, the worse Gusin is, the more fervent the girls worship Mark.

They didn't expect to climb the high branches like Rosalyn, but it would be nice to have a nod to Mark.

Mark ignored the burning eyes of these maids, and he used his spiritual vision to look into the deep sea through the relatively calm sea.

After being put in Valhalla and slowly roasted with soul fire for so long, Gu Xin had already had a soul fragrance from the inside out.

For demons, this kind of high-level extraordinary soul, or a soul that cannot be resisted, has a fatal temptation.

In order to get the 'fish' to take the bait, Mark even threw the demon god Bottis twenty kilometers away to get moldy.

At the stern of the Caribbean ship, a fishing rod written as a fishing rod, which was actually a thick metal mast at the mouth of the bowl, hung Gusin in this way, and let it sink to the bottom of the water at a depth of 100 meters.

The work of guarding the fishing rod is the responsibility of Conrad and others.

Mark was in an aft-facing cabin, tucked a newspaper and occasionally peering out through the floor-to-ceiling glass to beckon Rosalie.

Fishing, for the most part, is very boring waiting process.

For Mark, the most important thing about fishing is the result, not the process.

He also knew that once he caught a big fish, the old fishermen would often get some kind of loss of soul, and then they would not be able to remember where their home was when they were not in the city for three hours, visiting their brothers' houses.

Mark never caught a big fish. He only knows that he can't afford a child (knight) to catch a wolf (big fish).

100 meters underwater.

"Woooooooooo (Mark I'm going to kill you!) Throw your soul into purgatory, and give you back a thousand times the pain I have suffered! ）”

On the boat on the water, three horsemen of the apocalypse knelt there like a stone carving.

Impressed?

Don't dare to move! Don't dare to move!

When Gusin's cursed soul voice came up from the bottom of the water intermittently, some subtle change took place in the calm seabed.

The wind and waves at sea are rarely transmitted to the deep sea.

Only a fixed ocean current is the greatest driving force for the flow of seawater.

However, Gusin's activity has caused a commotion in this seemingly dead sea.

"Woo? (Uh-huh?) "Gusin below was the first to notice that something was wrong.

The sea, too quiet.

It was as silent as the deep sea, there was no sound, no light.

This is absolutely not normal!

Just a few seconds earlier, Gusin had seen a large school of small fish swim not far from him.

Suddenly, both big and small, and even the smallest krill, all seemed to be frightened by something, and fled frantically, away from Gusin in the center.

"Woooooo Gusin groaned.

In the invisible depths of the sea, there seems to be something inexplicably terrifying rising.

This is not a delusion!

The sea suddenly became viscous, not only physically, but also on the spiritual level.

The concentration of spiritual power in the sea water suddenly rose to an outrageous level.

Slowly, slowly, a mountain rose from the bottom of the sea.

"Woo-woo-" Gusin screamed, like a flower girl forced into the corner of a small box by gangsters.

What kind of mountain is this?

This is clearly a mountain of tentacles made up of countless octopus tentacles as thick as a 32-pound cannon barrel!

Gusin never felt that he had any Rausch [deep-sea phobia], and now he was convinced that he did.

Through the dim body of water, he could dimly see the huge suction cups on the purple-red tentacles.

What was very wonderful was that Gu Xin suddenly found that the pillar of spiritual essence that ran through his body had suddenly disappeared.

Even though he knew it was the bad taste of Mark, the damned master who held his fate in his hands, his instinctive fear of the deep sea kept him from saying a word, and out of thin air, he summoned a psychic cross sword with the power of war and slashed at the tentacle closest to him.

To his surprise, the sharp blade that even cracked the steel side of the Caribbean could easily cut through a tentacle, but it felt as if a wooden sword had sliced through a thick tire, and the tentacle with spiritual slime was so tough that it almost bounced back instead of cutting it.

One wrong move, one wrong move.

Losing the opportunity, Gu Xin didn't have time to launch a second blow before another tentacle slammed into his spirit body.

"Ahh

The sharp pain at the end of his body almost knocked him down on the spot.

The moment his left leg was entangled, his left leg was broken at least 206 knots!

If he were a living person, in the medical sense, this would be called a comminuted fracture.

This is just the beginning, not the end.

The thick tentacles were like poisonous snakes, fiercely stirring Gu Xin's spirit body into a ball.

Under the terrifying wrenching force measured in [tons], Gu Xin's face slammed into his ass fiercely, and the entire spirit body folded and twisted in an inhuman posture.

If it was just pure violence, one by one, bowl-sized suction cups came up, sucking fiercely the spiritual essence that had shattered and split from Gu Xin's spirit body.

This is tantamount to another Ling Chi execution.

"Ahhhh Gu Xin's irrepressible screams passed through the water body of 100 meters and reached the surface of the sea.

The spirit bodies of the three Apocalypse Knights trembled like chaff.

No one dared to look up at the young man who was sitting comfortably on the throne.

While accepting a small biscuit fed by Rosalyn with her shallot-like jade fingers, Mark took the black tea from Princess Marianne, and asked Yolanda to wipe his mouth for him, before Mark spoke: "I'm not a devil either. As long as they are sincere in their service to me, I will give them the necessary respect. However, since there is that who doesn't know how to lift, I have to use him to fish. ”

Fish! What a big fish!

When Conrad tied Gusin's soul thread to the winch at the stern of the ship and turned on the electric winch, the stern of the entire ship sank to the ground.

In the distance, the mortal crew members who had been transferred to the icebreaker watched in amazement as the Caribbean looked at the strangeness.

For a moment, they almost thought the Caribbean was going to be pulled and sunk by the monster underwater.

Fortunately, the tonnage and buoyancy of the ship are placed here.

The waterline at the stern sank only two meters, and immediately the stern rose again.

The one in the deep sea seemed unwilling to run away with such a fragrant bait, and actually caught up with the water.

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PS: I'm in a drug circle at home. It's a bit annoying.