He Comes From the Void

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There are countless undead lurking under the dark sea. In order to get under the Leviathan, Sarah’s lightning flashes almost illuminate the entire Blood Harbor.

She pressed her hands against the iron armor, and the suction produced by the skin armor sucker made her hang firmly on the ship. She crawled over to the muzzle above without looking back, and the water under her body showed pale faces, and countless claws made the harsh sound of scratching on the iron armor.

There was no sign of life in the open gun bay, and the resentful spirit entered and exited the Leviathan through the two artillery doors recklessly.

Her heavy defense was also effective against the undead. Sarah stood here and saw a ghost flying into the hull of a sea hunting ship, and then the keel penetrated the hull and broke into several pieces.

In the instant of a heartbeat, the entire ship froze into a pile of planks, and then sank like it was full of rocks. Something stuck out its haggard limbs and hooked mouth, dragging the sailors hiding inside to the bottom of the sea.

The ruler of death, riding a monster with a lion's head, a sheep's body and a snake's tail, smashed into a group of ships, smashing all the ships on the path one after another. The sails and cables were torn apart like a rotting shroud. The hull was thrown off the water, and then smashed onto another ship, even the heavy mast was broken into pieces of wood.

Comparing these distressed ships, the Leviathan, the largest and most conspicuous one, can stand upright in this storm of death, which is already a huge miracle in itself.

Few iron-headed undead hardened the armor of the Leviathan. Perhaps when the night of Eclipse spreads to Noxus one day, you will be able to see these war sons using strong fort guards to block the impact of the undead. Right.

Sarah left the gun bay and came to the lined door.

The long corridors are filled with choking smoke, which is not black fog. A vigil made of whale dung is placed in front of each door, and there is also a brazier with some strange herbs simmering in it, and wisps of smoke are emitting, which smells like a choking nose, even covering the old stench of the slaughter pier. Go down.

"There is no ghost in the corridor. It seems that lighting the Queen's Grass can dispel the undead is not completely superstitious." There is no black mist and no undead, Sarah simply opened the helmet and revealed a cold face.

"But what's the use? The Queen's Grass can deter the undead, but it can't deter me. Death, come knocking on the door."

She took out a cigar, took the bottle of sea glass, and approached the candle to light it.

Sarah took a deep breath, then kicked the nearest door open.

The Leviathan was just hull wrapped in iron armor, and these inhabited areas were all wooden structures, and Sarah kicked it away.

The door of the room was suddenly broken open, and the sailors who stayed inside thought it was the undead who broke in, and they got up and approached the door with their weapons.

But there were a few flashing bullets oncoming, and after a few flashes in the room, there was no sound.

There were several corpses lying down in the room, each with a hollow with charred edges.

Sarah didn't have to ask Planck to hide there, because she didn't want to let anyone who was loyal to Planck, including Planck, do not even want to live in the boat tonight.

She walked between the corpses calmly and fiddled with the pistol. Only then did she notice that the room was full of alcohol and there were still a few bottles of half-drunk rum on the table.

"These people are still thinking about drinking, are they really undead can't enter the Leviathan?"

In fact, there is nothing wrong with drinking. As long as there is no noise to attract the attention of the undead, in general, the undead will not deliberately break open a closed room.

Looking at these wine bottles, Sarah's mind gradually raised a cruel thought.

She poured all the wine on the bedding, then threw the cigar on it, and a big fire was ignited, spreading along the beams of the room.

At this special time tonight, no one will come out to control the fire.

Before long, the entire ship will be burned, and the smoke and high temperature will force people out of the enclosed rooms.

But this is not the most terrible.

Sarah put on her helmet and walked to the next door. She wants to kill a few more before the fire spreads.

Behind her, the black mist quietly crowded the room, and injected bloodthirsty evil spirits into the charred gun hole. The pale skin and the dark blood vessels formed a sharp contrast, and the dead man's fingers began to move slightly.

The theme of the undead, the night of the soul-eclipse is always the undead.

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Bilgewater, Lucian is not here for the first time.

Only here can you find a captain who is greedy for money and is willing to risk his life to take them to the terrifying Shadow Island.

There are underground rivers all over the Xiacheng District. The river and streets have been shrouded in thick black fog. The fog is surging back and forth. There are some faint light spots in the darkness, like ghost fires in the swamp.

The grimace of resentment resounded like a rusty blade on the grindstone, echoing between the buildings. Rows of scavengers gathered on the roof and quacked, wanting to eat fresh meat before the moon went down. The sound of the blade dragging the ground echoed among the stones, and whenever the footsteps stopped, a hapless soul would be taken away.

The two passed by a dilapidated wooden house. The panes were shattered, the wooden door had been knocked open, and it was hung tremblingly from the leather cord. The night vigil was overturned, and the fragments of the door bolt were lying quietly on the ground, covered with frost.

Lu Xi'an glanced in with anxiety, his pupils suddenly shrank.

It was too late again, and only the cold corpse and residual fear remained in the room, and the resentment in his eyes lingered in front of his eyes.

Senna said calmly: "You can't save everyone."

Lu Xi'an nodded silently, several ghost fires appeared in the black mist in front of him, a house not far away opened by himself, and then a middle-aged couple walked out, calling a name in their mouths, and walking towards the ghost fire without realizing it. .

"Don't look at them!!" Lu Xian warned, but the other party turned a deaf ear.

The couple walked straight into the river with an illusion that only they could see. When the two rushed past, they had turned into two cold corpses, with strange smiles on their mouths.

Lucian knows that this is not a case~www.readwn.com~ There are more people who have been sucked up by the black mist because of hiding in a leaky room, and have ended their lives in various ways in hallucinations.

"Black mist will get retribution." Sai Na said.

Seeing these resigned deceased, he was inexplicably angry. But what's the use? He can only agree with Senna.

"The couple's son died of a sea plague less than a year ago. They miss him very much. I should thank me for allowing them to meet again."

A voice suddenly came from the fog, and the venomous tone in their tone aroused a familiar tingling sensation in their flesh.

The ghost's body showed a sickly green light. Holding a swaying lantern in his lifeless hand, he gently flicked away the two poor souls.

"Dear Senna, we meet again."

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