Apocalypse Forecast

In an instant, the wind howled.

The pitch-black sea rushed towards him.

In the endless darkness, Huai Shi spread his arms, feeling the wind rushing towards him. The pitch-black sea was as calm as marble, almost reflecting his gradually reddening eyes.

He was like a black bird, briefly galloping between the black sky and the black ocean.

Indistinguishable in the darkness.

Just like a young Equatorial Guinean studying black fungus cultivation techniques late at night...

For some reason, Huai Shi suddenly thought of this.

Then he began to fall, downwards, towards the sea. He started to contract his limbs, preparing for the impact that was about to come.

And just as the fall was about to end, a roaring thunder burst forth from the silence.

With the gravitational acceleration and inertia from the brief fall, Huai Shi collided with the transformed sea surface, just like a rubber ball hitting a glass plate.

In an instant, the vampire's Holy Mark activated.

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His weight instantly decreased by one-third, while the power that erupted surpassed his usual strength. He trampled on the shattered sea surface and unexpectedly flew up, moving forward!

Sprinting!

It was said that in order for an adult to run on water, they must reach a speed of over 110 kilometers per hour and have more than fifteen times the strength of an ordinary person, relying on the force exerted by the water upon contact to support their body.

Now, if Huai Shi were to compare his speed with an ordinary person, he wondered how much his strength exceeded theirs. The vampire's unique physique and speed allowed him to achieve this incredible feat.

Just like a stone skipping across the water.

The weightless vampire spread his arms and lightly and swiftly stepped on the surface of the sea, leaving behind traces of broken ripples as he raced forward.

Dancing on the crest of the waves.

At this moment, besides the indescribable excitement, there was also a trace of luck in his heart. Because, in legends, except for a few stagnant pools, vampires cannot survive in any running water, let alone the sea.

If he were an authentic vampire from the Vallaia lineage, he would have sunk in the water in an instant and been completely digested by the sea, like being dissolved in gastric acid.

But now, he was sprinting, moving forward, quickly catching up to the speeding steel cruise ship, and even surpassing most of the ship's body, rushing from the rear passenger area to the vicinity of the public area in the front.

Thanks to the noise from the passengers and the good soundproofing of the cruise ship, the loud sound of Huai Shi's water trampling did not attract any attention. In the cover of darkness, it was unlikely that anyone could observe the vampire's rapid movement.

As he leaped forward with all his strength, his arms grabbed onto the protruding side window of the cruise ship.

In just twelve seconds, he felt as if he had run a marathon and couldn't help but breathe heavily. Seeing the traces of his shoes corroded by seawater, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

It was as if he had walked on a tightrope above an abyss. If he took one wrong step, he would have no chance to regret it.

Fortunately, the most difficult part was over.

Next was how to find Haila, who had been thrown into the kitchen.

Perhaps the sound of Huai Shi's collision attracted someone's attention. In a corner of the employee corridor outside the kitchen, a dog-headed man who was urinating with his belt undone looked up in confusion and glanced in the direction of the porthole.

Outside the window was still darkness.

Empty and desolate.

He looked curiously for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, continuing to study and practice his impassioned tone, rehearsing his lines: "I declare, in the name of the Dark Race, you are sentenced to death!"

After speaking, he felt something was wrong. The last word should be emphasized. He coughed twice and then started practicing again. But the continuous tapping sound from outside the window kept him from concentrating.

He irritably scratched the sparse hair on his dog head and walked over, wanting to drive away the annoying bird. But when he approached the window, he saw nothing.

In the darkness, two points of crimson light suddenly lit up.

It was a... face?

In the next instant, the glass shattered, and a hand suddenly reached in from outside the window, gripping his throat like a pair of iron pliers, and then violently pulled.

In a moment of panic and screams, the dog-headed man fell into the sea, instantly swallowed by the darkness.

And Huai Shi, like a boneless creature, skillfully squeezed into the narrow window and landed on the corridor.

Silence, as if no one noticed this.

Very good.

Next is the time for the stealth game's good friend—the ventilation duct!

With the vampire's extraordinary agility that even scared Huai Shi, he quietly made his way to the upper side of the kitchen without much effort.

To his surprise, Haila was not locked in a cage.

She was just tied up and being watched by two people, sitting weakly in a chair, lowering her head, waiting for the upcoming trial.

The two men were casually smoking and speaking in a thick Roman dialect, seemingly using a vulgar gaze that could be said to be universal to size up Haila's figure.

Only two people.

Very good, it saved a lot of trouble...

Huai Shi crouched in the ventilation duct, lowered his head, and through the ventilation grille, he stared at the faces of the two men below. He didn't know if his reconnaissance was successful or if his vision was good, but he could clearly see the postures and appearances of the two men.A tall and thin figure, with wrinkles on his face that resembled wood grain, stood out. He should be a Holy Mark of the tree spirit type.

On the other hand, the short figure had obvious keratin layers behind his ears, and the exposed hands and neck showed faint traces of scales. There was also a slight protrusion on his forehead, resembling a horn.

Although it was unclear whether it was a lizard or a bull, it could be determined that it was a beast-type Holy Mark. Generally, this type had thick blood and could only be killed with poison... Huai Shi quickly realized that something was wrong because the saliva the man spat on the ground seemed to be highly toxic, corroding the steel plate with a hissing sound.

Toxic saliva, a head two sizes larger than an average person, and sunglasses on his face...

Huai Shi wiped off his cold sweat, almost making a mistake.

Although he had many lizard-like features and horns, and looked like a brute with thick blood, this guy probably had a Holy Mark of the "snake monster" type.

If he guessed correctly, it should be the third-order Holy Mark, Cato Blypas, from Greece. It was said to be one of Medusa's offspring and inherited her ability to kill with a gaze.

Although the rumors were certainly exaggerated, if he were to be stared at by him, he would probably be immediately poisoned, right?

After all, abilities that used the gaze as a medium were generally quite troublesome and had to be handled properly...

There were only two of them, which was considered lucky.

After observing them, Huai Shi took a deep breath and carefully took out his weapon, a cotton swab coated with sword oil and poison.

Next, it was time to check the extent of Fan Haixin's power and skills as a dark assassin.

He took a deep breath.

He couldn't feel his heart beating in his chest.

His body temperature rapidly decreased until, in the end, it turned into cold iron. Behind the face towel, his face became pale without any trace of blood, only a pair of reddish eyes becoming even colder.

He merged into the darkness.

In the silence, only the slender test tube spun rapidly between Huai Shi's fingers. In the swift and silent shaking, the concentrated ink color gradually spread, turning the entire liquid in the test tube into a viscous ink, indistinguishable from each other.

In that instant, Huai Shi closed his eyes.

In the kitchen, everyone heard a sharp sound.

It was the sound of the ventilation duct outlet being shattered by a blade. It was fleeting, and immediately after, a figure shot out from the crack in the ceiling.

In the instant the two men turned around, they only saw the figure in mid-air throwing the test tube at them. The test tube flew towards them, shattered upon hitting the ground, and the viscous ink splashed into the air. Upon contact with the air, it quickly expanded, turning into thick smoke that erupted and spread, engulfing everything.

Darkness descended.

And Huai Shi had already fallen from the air. With the power of his fall, the dagger in his hand pierced through the top of the tall and thin tree spirit's head.

Opening the skull, piercing through the brain, and finally emerging from the chin, the dagger's shortened blade left a mark.

In the choking dark mist, the snake monster with sunglasses subconsciously wanted to scream, but immediately felt a gust of wind. A hand rose from below and forcefully pushed up on his open jaw, bursting with power.

His open mouth suddenly closed, swallowing the panicked shout, and then spat out a half-bitten tongue.

Before the blood and tongue could fall to the ground, Huai Shi had already pulled out a throwing knife from his lower back and directly pinned it into the snake monster's right shoulder. With his understanding of human anatomy and his terrifying memory of killing, he directly wedged the fragile throwing knife into the gap between the scapula.

As for his right hand, which had pushed the snake monster's chin, it had already pulled out a dagger from the back of his neck. The blade swept across Huai Shi's forehead in an arc, passing in front of the snake monster's eye sockets.

The two sounds of shattering overlapped into a crisp, brittle sound.

After the shattered sunglasses, the broken eyeballs didn't have time to emit a deadly poisonous gaze. Instead, they started to bleed, and nothing could be seen anymore.

In panic, the snake monster tried to retreat, swinging his remaining left hand vigorously, trying to drive away the invisible ghost. But then, he felt a chill in his chest.

As the dagger fulfilled its mission and was thrown into the air by Huai Shi, he immediately pulled out a short knife from his waist and stabbed it straight ahead—accompanied by a muffled sound, it pierced through the heart in the body, and blood gushed out.

Huai Shi let go and, relying on his body's sensation, caught the falling dagger from the air, and then stabbed it into the snake monster's throat, completely cutting off his last possibility of making a sound.

Turning around, he looked at the other tree spirit.

This type of plant-type Holy Mark usually had terrifying vitality. Even if their brains were pierced, they would still retain some consciousness. They would struggle and grope their own heads in confusion, holding the handle on their heads in a daze.

They didn't know what had happened.

Soon, they wouldn't need to think anymore.

Huai Shi took off the axe on his back, raised his hand, and swung it with all his strength.

Bang!

The pitch-black smoke spread in an instant, but immediately dissipated.

When the curtain was lifted, what was revealed was not an exquisite stage set, but a scene of bloody carnage.