Chapter 227

The sea around the demon king.

The waves are endless.

The demon king's body is too huge. Even if he just raises his hands and feet, he can set off a wave that is enough to turn the small sailboat over in an instant.

What's more, the demon king was like a madman and swung the huge iron cable anchor in his hand.

The sea monster named Zhao Xingchen was knocked into the deep sea by a giant anchor of the demon king.

But after Zhao Xingchen became a sea monster, his vitality was extremely tenacious. In the twinkling of an eye, he showed his strange head from the deep sea with boundless hatred and floated in front of the demon king again in an ugly posture.

Hate hate!

At the moment, he felt that there was a comment from his mother, and he didn't know what to say.

In short, the heart is very bent, leaving only a lingering hatred in the heart.

He hates Gu Tianqing, the world, the trial practice, the tower and everything.

Curse, frankly speaking, is the power of resentment. Only hatred can turn into curse and another mysterious power.

Hate was intended to surge in the sea monster. Countless tentacles surged out of the sea monster. Zhao Xingchen made a terrible roar and roared. Without any reason, he resolutely rushed forward and entangled with the demon king.

But compared with the demon king who is nearly 50 meters tall, Zhao Xingchen sea monster can only barely touch the demon king's chest. From a distance, it looks like an adult bullying the lovely tentacle monster.

The painting style has completely become ugly.

In the eyes of two modern people, Yilin and Gu Tianqing, the world originally with medieval painting style, at this moment, it seems that the shooting of science fiction monster battlefield has suddenly started, which makes people feel a serious sense of discomfort.

But... It's exciting!

Giants vs sea monsters!

Mobile giant warriors vs aliens!

Warriors of light vs. little monsters!

It makes people feel immersive and intoxicated.

Once adapted to this strange painting style, this scene is full of a sense of power, which is very shocking.

The creeping tentacles stretched out from the sea monster crazily hanged the iron body of the demon king, and there were bursts of electronic roars in the demon king. I didn't know which dimensional language to speak. It was messy and untranslatable, as if it was just a meaningless roar.

On the demon king, sparks splashed at the joints, and his hands came out together, holding the iron cable connecting the giant anchor. As soon as he pulled and pulled, he tore off the thick tentacles, mixed and scattered with the mucus gushing from the sea monster's broken whiskers, and jointly stirred up the rough waves of the sea.

No words, no wordiness, a giant, a sea monster, only a simple fight.

I don't know the reason for the devil's fight, but Zhao Xingchen just wants to leave the world in order to complete the task.

The five apostles did not come to the world as noumenon. Even if they fought in the world until the end, there was only one head left. As long as the life value did not return to zero and was not judged dead, even when they returned to the real world, the injury would be transferred to the noumenon intact, but as long as they had enough death points, they could be repaired as before.

So... Kill!

The navies had long lost their sense of war. They either jumped out of the ship or, without command, tangled with the remaining hands, piloted warships and fled the sea area.

After witnessing the existence of ghosts, pirates, demon kings, sea monsters and other mysteries, no navy was able to load shells normally, and their hands shook into a gust.

While the navy was on the run, the ghost ships seemed to be pushed by a pair of invisible black hands, raised their sails one after another, and rushed to the set where the demon king fought with the sea monster at the fastest speed.

Ten minutes later, the pirate ships gathered around and turned the bow with the most skilled posture.

Those seemingly irrational ghost pirates, under no command, have occupied all positions in an orderly manner, steering, pulling sails, anchoring, turning, drifting, loading shells... They are very professional and amazing.

However, no one has time to appreciate this profession in this sea area.

Zhao Xingchen sea monster screamed in his mouth. He was swung by the demon king with a big whip. He took off with flesh and blood mucus and cried bitterly.

Behind him, there was Alice, a mother spirit with love and resentment, who was crazily eating Nicholas Zhao's flesh and blood.

This kind of pain before and after being smoked is very patient.

Although the demon king's body is huge, his action is extremely agile and completely beyond common sense. This technology does not exist in the real world, but only in fantasy films and films.

The demon king who can spit out language gives Yilin the feeling that he is not like a cold machine at all. On the contrary, he is a mechanical creature full of anger and has its will.

Boom, boom——

Ghost ships fire one after another. There is no need to aim at or distinguish between the enemy and ourselves. Whether it's a sea monster or a demon king, it can be blasted.

Poor Zhao Xingchen sea monster, after suffering the double devastation of the demon king and Alice, in the twinkling of an eye, had to bear another pain... The shell AOE back stab from behind the chrysanthemum.

In an instant, tentacles were shrank and stretched by shells, emitting the smell of seafood barbecue. But in order to kill the demon king, Zhao Xingchen had to urge more tentacles and crazily hang the demon king's steel armor, as if he wanted to twist off the demon king's limbs.

Although the power of the shells of the ghost ships is not great, they are better than the high firing frequency and large quantity. Regardless of the cost, rows of shells frantically bombarded the sea monster and the demon king, throwing dazzling lights on the demon king's armor.

Time passed minute by minute.

The sky is getting darker and darker.

The rolling black clouds seem to have come alive. Over all people, monsters and dogs, there are all kinds of strange shapes.

One moment like a person, one moment like a leg, one moment like a face... Unpredictable and unpredictable.

Gu Tianqing pedals on a skateboard and looks at this scene from a distance. She closes her eyes with enjoyment and gently moves her fingers in front of her, just like an elegant conductor, full of evil spirit.

The dog is missing.

Yilin wanted to move, but he didn't. Because, not yet.

Five minutes later.

Zhao Xingchen, who was attacked by the enemy at the same time, finally showed his fatigue. Although he was the embodiment of the curse and became an ugly sea monster, he had amazing vitality and strong recovery... It was not an endless time.

Just like Yilin who has strengthened [Dionysian factor (incomplete)], he never thinks that he can really reach the point of immortality, even though he has the terrible ability to recover 5% of life per second.

After all... There are too many skills, abilities, or means to kill the apostles.

5% health recovery per second seems to be a lot, but others don't say that if Yilin stands still in front of Zhitian dance, with Zhitian dance's knife wielding speed, this recovery may not be enough for Zhitian dance to chop.

Zhao Xingchen has begun to fall in the wind.

But he seems to be able to hold on.

The pirate ships, regardless of loss and damage, blew out rows of shells. It seemed that the inventory was insufficient and could not continue for a long time, and the firing frequency decreased significantly.

That's not surprising. In a normal ship, the reserve of shells is limited, even if it is a ghost ship. In this world full of scientific laws, the minimum law of conservation of matter must be observed... Shells cannot be made out of nothing.

In contrast, in the battlefield of the demon king vs. the sea monster, Zhao Xingchen was attacked on three sides, and the demon king was also attacked on both sides. Although it still looked majestic and was entangled by Zhao Xingchen's sticky tentacles, it was still blowing wind and setting off waves of waves.

This sea area has already been cleared by the Navy. If sea monsters had not dragged the demon king so bravely, more Navy might have died here.

I don't know what kind of version it will spread in the future.

The touching story of the sea monster saving the Navy?

Thank you, Mr. sea monster?

The secret that people and sea monsters have to tell?

In short, after leaving this world, everything has nothing to do with Yilin and others.

"Oh?"

Yilin noticed that although the demon king ship would deform, the material of the body did not seem to exceed the limit of the material itself. After covering a thick layer of sea monster mucus and flesh, the acid in the sea monster mucus corroded the demon king's body, and there was a trace of obscurity between his limbs and joints.

"Fuzzy -"

Poor but heroic Zhao Xingchen, at this time, sent out a sticky wail: "if you don't do it again, I won't do it. It's a big deal... We'll break up in one shot!!!"

"Everyone... Died here!!!"

Zhao Xingchen is completely angry!

It's not such a trick to entrap people!

He was too big to escape. He was forced to stand in front of him as a meat shield. How about the rest of you?

Zhao Xingchen had an inexplicable illusion that he was the only apostle playing boss in the whole trial practice?

This tragic atmosphere is very unlucky!

you bet.

Zhao Xingchen is not a fool. He knows that Gu Tianqing pit him several times, but in order to get through the main task three, he has become like this. At this moment, he has to go if he doesn't go up.

But the power of a monster is also difficult to resist the power of the demon king. Zhao Xingchen's sea monster has gradually failed and fell into the disadvantage.

If he goes on like this, he will definitely be knocked to death here by the hard super boss in front of him.

If you really die, you might as well pull everyone into the water and cushion your back together!

No apostle is really stupid enough to do such a heroic act for others.

no one!

Gu Tianqing, who was playing in the void, looked in the direction of Yilin from a distance. On his poker face, he rarely showed an interesting expression.

It's like saying——

"It's your turn."

Yilin lowered his head.

Time... Almost.

"Wang Tiandi, do it! Take out all your abilities... Go back alive and serve four luxurious meals!"

Dog son has been sitting in front of nightmares. After all, dog son has been doing this kind of activity in the future without psychological pressure.

At the moment, listening to Yilin's promise again, the dog also grinned. I don't know when, he bit a card between his teeth.

And Yilin estimated that it was almost the same, and quickly found a card from the storage space filled with all kinds of sundries.

On the card is a broken and miserable Trident.

Dog: it's Ben Wang's turn... Draw cards!

Erin crushed the card.

One man and one dog choose to do it at the most secure moment.

When the breath of the Trident began to leak, a vast voice suddenly appeared in the depths of the rolling black clouds, falling nine days from the sky with terrible pressure.

All the black clouds gathered again and condensed into a strange and ferocious face.

"Hi, Calypso, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Yilin smiled.