He Comes From the Void

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The black fog covered the sky and flooded along the sea, and schools of fish sank to the bottom.

A few tentacles protruded first in the dense fog, like the exhaust of a jet plane. Those are some flying resentful spirits, and the fanatical undead rushed at the forefront of Soul Eating Night.

They screamed and flew high in the sky like the wailing banshee in the legend, and the sound was like the cry of a dead bird. The wraith flew past the warning buoy, the bell rang, and the floating tombstone swayed back and forth like spasm. I don't know whether it was the tombstone swayed by the wind or the dead soul in the coffin below.

The Wraith rushed towards the Siren with a soaring black mist, as well as a few scattered fishing boats around it.

Kahn struck the obscure bell, which made a long chime.

By the way, he gave this bell an anonymous name. In fact, the soul-relief clock would be more appropriate, but being too oriental always seems a bit contradictory here.

The bells injected energy into the spiritual realm, and the wraith became more violent, its speed skyrocketed, and it rushed to the most conspicuous Raven above the mast.

Facing the roaring undead, Raven's nervous sweat broke out, but everyone looked at him, and he couldn't slide down so sullenly.

He wrapped the cable tightly around his arm a few times, even if he died, he would hang it.

In a trembling of fear, the violent resentful spirit rushed forward. But at this time, the bell finally stopped, and the sudden silence made the pale wraiths freeze like they were frozen, and then they fell straight to the sea, throwing a splash of water.

One of the wraith spirits froze in the air and fell straight to the deck, shattering himself like a lump of ice, leaving Huawei in a cloud of black smoke.

Then the bell rang again.

"Everyone pays attention." Kahn said loudly, "No matter who it is, please protect the clock for me. No matter how dangerous the situation is, how terrible the monsters you see, don't mess up the rhythm of the bell. Too fast, too slow, too fast will only make the undead unrestricted rage, too slow will give them too much breathing time, only the right rhythm can calm the invading undead. Once the rhythm breaks, we are dead."

As they spoke, the black mist rolled over the railings of the ship, followed by the howls and screams of the undead, and the resentful spirits passed over them.

Many silhouettes of burning ghosts emerged in the fog: spiteful undead, howling wandering spirits, goblin-like knights, huge soul aggregates... and so on.

This time there are many more types than Karthus, and there are many more powerful characters.

The black mist is pervasive, the tentacles of the mist meander out from the gaps in the sampan, and the seamstress's originally strong and sealed stitches are also leaking mist, approaching these living flesh.

The sailors lit up the golden lamp oil that they had never earned or returned from everywhere on the ship. On the deck, on the mast, in the cabin...every place was shining with golden lights, isolating the corrupt touch from the barrier of light. outer.

Kahn covered his skin armor, leaving only one face exposed to the air.

The howling of the black mist flew tightly, and ghosts appeared frequently in the black waves, bypassing the lights and bombarding the sails. The people on the boat only felt a violent shock, and the boat underneath was rushed towards Bilgewater.

Many people fell down accidentally, and Raven cheered loudly on the mast, the cry followed by the flying evil spirits, riding on the turbulent black fog, his life became legendary because of this moment of fearlessness.

Darkness rolled over the sea and rushed towards the landing place.

The lights in front of Bilgewater began to go out gradually.

"Help!" There was a cry for help from below the Siren. A fishing boat found the bell and lights of the shelter here, and immediately turned and rowed towards the big boat.

However, the surrounding area of ​​the Siren had long been entangled in black mist, and there were pale faces floating under the sea, and lifeless cold-light fluorescent fireworks were beating.

The black mist carries the chilling cold, and when it comes into contact with the fishermen, the blood vessels under the skin quickly necrosis, showing black lines. The cold breath of a tomb was on his back, and the fishermen could no longer call for help.

Some people who had escaped from the curse of the ruined spell tried to sneak under the waves, believing that corruption would not penetrate to the bottom of the sea.

But they were wrong.

Snapped--

A spray exploded in the sea near the Siren, and a huge spiritual tentacle covered with suction cups stretched out of the sea, clutching a poor, soaked man.

Immediately afterwards, a huge spiritual octopus suddenly appeared in the mist. It touched the wrist and stirred the black sea. The whole body was glowing with a green light, wearing an iron helmet, and a pair of dark and narrow eyes staring at it without temperature and struggling. The human being, then wrapped the other two tentacles and lifted the boat he was riding in, twisting it in two in different directions.

"Abyss Kraken... undead?" Sarah took a breath. If the giant sea beast would also be cursed as an undead, then the Siren would not be considered safe.

Lucian couldn’t stand it anymore, a burst of light penetrated the man’s chest, leaving only a hollow with charred edges, and at the same time ended the man’s last life that was left with fear~www.readwn.com~Sarah Dark He cursed, although he knew that the undead of the Sea-Monster would probably approach the Siren after killing that person, but Lucian's behavior would undoubtedly irritate the other party and greatly increase the chances of the Siren being attacked.

Sure enough, the behemoth of Heishui twisted the corpse into a blood-spraying twist, and leaned towards the Siren.

Now Sarah also had to pull out two guns, bound to kill him before the hull was attacked.

At this moment, a giant whale broke through the sea between the Siren and the Kraken, and its vent spouted a column of water tens of meters high.

The black mist dyed the sea black, and this giant whale came up to breathe, but it was self-defeatingly instead of the Siren and became the target of the Kraken undead.

The tentacles of the spirit body are wrapped in fins, and the suckers are tightly attached to the rough skin. With a long cry, the giant whale bit the tentacles of the sea monster with its teeth. The behemoths of life and death fought, igniting violent waves, and both sank into the dark seabed.

Sarah let out a sigh of relief, and then said viciously to Lucian: "Can you guarantee that you won't set us on fire again?"

The latter looked calmly at the vortex on the sea, and said like this: "You made us concentrate on dealing with the undead."

"Aren't the lives on board human lives? Don't do anything casually, please."

"Okay." Lucian pressed a pistol to his chest, defending the undead who tried to attack the Siren during the intermittent bell.

"Turn the rudder right and watch out for the reef!" Raven yelled from the mast.

Even though the surroundings were pitch black, the skilled sailor recognized the dangers underwater from memory, and these sharp reefs always existed at all times.

The helmsman's powerful arms suddenly exerted force and turned the steering wheel to the right in advance. The Siren drifted a trajectory across the sea at a fast speed, rushing towards the deadly harbor.