People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

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"It's delicious!"

Sakaski stretched out his thick tongue and licked his lips, sighing with satisfaction with a sick look on his face.

Looking at the colleague in front of him who seemed to have changed, Kuzan felt a sense of disgust in his heart. Sakaski's resolute Chinese character face and bronze skin paired with his yandere expression gave him the ability to say no. The weird feeling comes out.

However, what made Kuzan more uneasy than Sakaski's sudden change in personality was his strange ability to perfectly restrain his own fruit power.

The firemen created by Sakaski were like a plague, infecting the flames from their own bodies to other people. After the other soldiers were burned for a while by the white flames that seemed like eternal flames, they then More Pyros joined the infected team, and in just a few minutes there were no more living people visible on the entire ship.

Kuzan, who was regarded as the savior by the soldiers, was stared at by Sakaski. He could only watch as the soldiers joined the other side's camp amid wailing sounds.

It's over, it's over.

If I don't leave, I'm afraid I will have to answer here.

Kuzan's heart sank. This ship had completely become a playground for flames, and he was about to become the next target of these flames.

"Sakaski, I will report this behavior of yours to Marshal Sengoku."

Kuzan jumped high, and the moisture in the air continued to freeze under his feet, forming a corridor in the air. However, Sakaski had no intention of letting him go.

"Are we leaving now? The biggest scene hasn't been finished yet."

Sakaski flicked his finger, and a small white spark shot towards Kuzan like a bullet. Kuzan was already prepared, and with a shake of his arms, several icicles instantly formed to surround the spark.

puck!

The icicles hit Mars at exactly the same time. The thick white smoke dissipated, and a huge ice ball fell to the sea.

Did you make it?

Kuzan kept moving and looked back down, but his eyes happened to catch the confident smile on Sakaski's face.

At this moment, strong sleepiness surged into his heart like a tide. Kuzan's face changed drastically. He forced himself to cheer up, only to see a blazing white flame attached to his right leg.

Oops!

Kuzan immediately cut off the calf attached to the flames with his hand instead of a knife, and ran away without looking back.

However, for some reason, Sakaski just watched Kuzan escape without any intention of keeping him alive.

The calf burned by the flames fell into the sea, and the sea surface instantly froze into ice, but the flames were still burning fiercely on the ice surface. Not only did they show no signs of extinguishing, but they continued to expand and spread towards the surrounding sea areas.

Although Kuzan could not save the soldiers on the ship even if he lost half of his legs, his battle with Sakaski bought a lot of time for other warships to escape.

As early as when the soldiers began to cry for help like ghosts and wolves, Spangdyne, the initiator of this demon-slaying order, fearfully urged the soldiers to start the turbine and escape from the warship where Sakaski was located.

On the warship, Spandaine held up his telescope with lingering fear and observed the sea to the west, which was the direction of O'Hara, the holy land of archaeologists.

"Sir, the ship is about to enter the calm zone."

After hearing the soldier's report, Spangdine put down his telescope, and the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground. As long as he passed the windless zone, the warship would soon reach Judiciary Island through the triangular current. Then he must complain to Wulaoxing. The vice-admiral's crime.

Although he thought so in his heart, every time his memory flashed across the scene of Sakaski massacring soldiers on the warship, the screams of the soldiers would appear in his ears again like the broadcast of a gramophone bug. side.

As the last sea breeze blew before entering the windless zone, Spangdyne couldn't help but shuddered: "You continue to monitor the surrounding situation and maintain the maximum speed. I want to go back and take a rest."

At night, Spangdain woke up again because he dreamed that he was brutally tortured by the Vice Admiral in O'Hara. This was the fifth time that he was awakened by the same nightmare.

After rubbing his head, which was in extreme pain due to poor sleep quality, Spandain faintly heard a tidy voice coming from the deck of the warship.

"These damn marines don't even let anyone get a good night's sleep at such a late hour!"

Hearing this voice, unknown anger burned in his heart, so he naturally blamed the navy on the ship for his inability to sleep.

After getting dressed, Spanda pushed the door open aggressively, but in the next second his momentum disappeared.

There is no light in the straight passage outside the cabin. There is only a hernia lamp at the front corner leading to the top deck, which illuminates the end of the passage either brightly or dimly.

Spangdain swallowed hard. This strange scene scared him so much that he immediately turned around and wanted to return to his cabin. However, what was even more strange was that even though there was only one step away, there was only an endless passage behind him like a passage. It was dark and the hatch could not be seen at all.

Could this ship be haunted?

A chill ran down his spine and rushed straight to his forehead. At this moment, Spangdyne felt as if his head was frozen by the chill, and he was completely unable to think about anything.

Standing there, Spangdine swallowed hard several times. The neat sounds on the deck still seemed to be absent, but at this moment, he was no longer frantic in his heart, but felt that the sounds sounded like the sounds of nature.

Yes, get on deck!

As long as you stay with those soldiers, everything will be fine!

Spangdyne seemed to have found a life-saving straw, staring fiercely at the flickering hernia lamp at the end of the passage, and ran towards the goal with all his strength.

Seeing the hernia lamp getting closer and closer to him, Spangdain's nervousness seemed to be relieved, but then his pupils suddenly tightened and he became even more nervous.

The light emitted by the hernia lamp became darker and darker, and the intervals between flashes became longer and longer. These seemed to indicate that the only light in the darkness was leaving him.

Just when he was about to step into the range illuminated by the hernia lamp, the light suddenly went out and never came back on. Spangdyne desperately touched the position of the hatch in his memory, but everything he could touch The place is empty.

He didn't dare to move around casually. The fear was getting heavier and heavier on him, and his breathing became heavier. Now his only hope was the vague sound coming from the deck.

"Soldiers! Soldiers!"

He roared hysterically, but no one responded, and the fear and fear in his heart grew stronger.

Finally, when he was tired of shouting and could only lie down in despair and wait for death to come, the intermittent voice in his ears became clear, and the misty voice penetrated his ears and penetrated his head, which had long been empty of everything.

"Praise the great God, the one who dwells in flames, the God of justice who burns out all sins. You are the only light in the world, the fire of civilization, and the source of hope..."

This voice seemed to have some kind of magic power. At some point, Spangdyne's eyes glowed white, as if he had become the holy Holy Spirit and his whole body was emitting infinite light. His mouth unconsciously murmured along with this voice.