Boom –

Boom - Boom -

Several loud explosions rang out from the suspended hull one after another.

However, it was the crew members who were already on board that ignited the explosives.

The first mate, who had just said that the half-elf was just a first-order strength, was looking at the sky indifferently at this time, indifferent to everything around him.

Dozens of crew members ran around the deck.

Some are laughing, some are begging for mercy.

Others were washing the deck with blood-stained mops, and passers-by slipped and fell headlong into barrels filled with red dirty water.

But before he could struggle to get up, the crew who was mopping the floor, with a strange smile on his face, picked up the mop and slammed it into the barrel.

The sound of a watermelon cracking sounded, and a pile of white unidentified objects appeared on the surface of the water.

The mopping crew nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out the red-and-white mop and continued to glide on the deck.

At this time, the first mate was still looking up at the sky.

He opened his mouth, which was empty, with no tongue, teeth, or throat, only red balls of flesh wriggling.

There was a "woo-woo" sound from inside.

A crew member who was running around accidentally bumped into the first mate, and he suddenly forgot what he was about to do, and began to look up at the sky.

"Ahh He looked at the sky, his eyes frightened, his mouth wide open.

But before he could scream a second time, it was as if something had poofed into his mouth. Took away the teeth, mouth, and throat under the lips, all the way to the end.

The horror on the crew's faces vanished, and he slowly shut his mouth.

A few minutes later, when he opened his mouth again, the internal organs and muscles in his body melted into balls of flesh, and then he let out a "woo-woo" cry.

There was another huge explosion. The wood at the bottom of the hull burst open, and a huge black ball ten meters in diameter rolled out from it.

The black ball was like a tangled mass of hair, and the top of the hair was still shaking. It was a monster formed by the necks of all the slender ghosts wrapped around each other.

They bite and twist at each other, as if they have seen an enemy who will kill no matter what.

And inside the black ball, there was a howl of pain.

People are crazy, and monsters are not immune.

Wilde stood on the highest sail and looked at his feet, the corners of his eyes twitching.

"I don't know how much Yula paid you, but I can pay more, stop your pollution, half-elf, you're killing yourself too!"

At this time, he was not feeling well.

At this point, the skin on the left half of Wilde's face was torn off, revealing bright red muscles.

The muscles slowly recovered in the squirming, but they were torn off by him in the next second.

If you look closely, you will see that the red on the left half of his face is too bright red, not like blood, like a blazing flame, burning his muscles and nerves.

Wilde's original beard and curls were torn to pieces, and whenever they regrown, they were ruthlessly removed by Wilde himself.

That's where the scariest thing becomes.

All the damage - they did it themselves!

And the half-elf in front of him only made a move once.

That is, when the cannonball of the land boat hit him, the half-elf instantly turned into countless flying snow.

So, in the warm spring, a blizzard fell.

Ten minutes later, the half-elf was standing at the top of the sail, which was a little lower than Wilde. There were still tiny snowflakes drifting around him.

When these snowflakes fall on the ship, they quickly dissolve, and what seems inconspicuous is the main culprit of the disaster.

Wilde also ruined half of his face because he was once touched by snowflakes.

Even now the pollution there is still on the move, trying to break through his defenses, invade the vital points, and penetrate deep into the brain and consciousness.

"I don't know who Yula is. It was Gorsa who brought me over. ”

"Gorsa?" Wilde's eyes narrowed immediately.

Although he was corrupted by the pollution carried by the half-elves, he was still calm in his heart.

After all, in order to track Thor, this ship is just a frigate in his fleet, and if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

As for the men on board...... When Wilde signed the tripartite agreement, he was already determined to sacrifice all the crew.

After all, in this agreement, he is the enemy who attracts firepower on the surface.

His subordinates didn't know about it.

But if the attraction fire accidentally attracts Gorsa.

That's too dangerous.

Thinking of this, Wilde no longer cared about the people on the ship, and immediately flew into the air, the magic power was running at full speed, enduring the oppression of the mental power of the half-elves, trying to stabilize the spirit body, and flying quickly in the direction of the Hanging Hand Valley.

After the half-elf was sure that everyone on the ship had been eroded by the pollution he carried, he turned his head slightly, and the whole person turned into a flying snowstorm and chased Wilde away.

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from not far away.

The sound is extremely penetrating, directly making the condensed snowflakes faintly collapse.

So the wind and snow reincarnated, and the half-elf looked at the man who had suddenly appeared to stop his pursuit.

Keith...... Mert? His voice is still good, but it doesn't fluctuate.

The light and shadow flashed, and an elegant figure appeared on a large tree trunk around the giant ship.

Kismet put down the harp in his hand and gave a curtain call to the half-elf.

"It's an honor that you remember my name. For your sake, can you spare Wilde this time? I owe him my life. ”

"I don't believe it." The half-elf said calmly.

"Tsk," Kismet pouted, changing the reason, "well, well, actually, I owe him a request." ”

"I don't believe it."

"Yes, it's a bit lame." Kismet thought for a moment and folded his hands, "Actually, he has some use for me, so he can't die yet." Can you spare him once? ”

This time, the reasons are a bit presentable.

The half-elf didn't judge the authenticity first, he just turned his toes to Kismet.

However, before the half-elf could speak, another voice answered for him.

"Can't!"

Kismet and the half-elf looked in the third direction at the same time.

Powerful waves of magic were heard in the distance.

But in the next second, Kismet, who was standing on the tree, instantly turned over and jumped down, and after landing on his toes, he continued to rush again, moving nearly 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the same time, Gorsa, dressed in a reddish-brown cloak, appeared where Kismet had been standing.

He stared at Kismet, but his mouth was urging the half-elf, "Don't forget my commission, half-elf. ”

The half-elf retracted the toes that had already shifted direction, turned into a cloud of snow again, and quickly rolled in the direction of Wilde's escape.

Now, it's just Gorsa and Kismet left.

Gorsa's silver eyes matched Kismet's.

One mild, one joking.

Suddenly, Gorsa moved, he stretched out his right hand, and the palm wrapped in pink bandage opened suddenly, and a black shadow flew out of his palm, quickly growing in size, like a large net towards Kismet.

The shadow rapidly expanded, covering Kismet's head, almost turning day into night.

Kismet was immediately alert, his slender fingers plucking rapidly on the harp, and at the same time, he opened his mouth and screamed silently.

"Whoa—"

Like a mirror falling from a height of 100 meters, the black curtain above Kismet's head turned into countless fragments and fell from the sky.

It's like a black goose feather snowfall.

The moment the snow fell, it quickly burrowed into the shadows of the grass and trees, and disappeared.

Kismet's fingers didn't stop even after the curtain shattered, and the sound of the piano was rapid, and the sound waves seemed to turn into entities, so that none of the falling fragments could get close to him and his shadow.

It wasn't until all the pieces were gone that Kismet put down the harp, his face pale, but the corners of his mouth still had a smile on his lips, "You really changed the dark element?" Aren't you afraid of being spanked by your glowing ancestors? ”