Chapter 869 Soul Lock Warden
Just two days after killing three captains, not everyone would be willing to listen to Sarah's arrangements.
But the old pirates and sailors of Bilgewater had at least seen the dangers of the black fog with their own eyes, and had the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They obediently left the south coast on the day when the black fog arrived according to Ji Xing's calculation.
Even if the black fog covers a wider area every year, this may be a disaster that sweeps the entire Bilgewater, but at least it has to be removed from the first position. If the sky falls, it will be the taller ones who can stop it. However, there are always some people whose brain circuits are different from others, or who firmly believe that they are right.
In the waters dozens of kilometers south of Bilgewater, on a fishing boat, the sailor said to old Captain Pete with some uneasiness: "Captain, it's almost dark, aren't we going back?"
"Why are you so anxious? It's still at least half an hour before the sun sets completely below the sea level. Today's catch is only enough to pay the tithe to Ms. Beard and the maintenance fee of the boat. Go back now. Do you want to go hungry together? !”
The sailor looked back at the cabin full of catches, not believing a word of it.
He knew that greedy old Pete didn't want to go back so early because of today's great catch, but the reminder sent by Miss Fortune early in the morning really made him feel very scared. It seems that ours is the only boat fishing on the south coast today?
But he knew that he couldn't convince the captain, and he also couldn't bear to give up this kind of catch. Although Old Pete had a fierce tone, he would divide the profits to the sailors according to the amount of the catch every time. This was the most popular point about Old Pete.
He secretly comforted himself that he would definitely have to return in half an hour at most, because no one dared to fish in Bilgewater at night, and the numerous reefs would teach every greedy captain how to behave.
Seeing that the sailor was being persuaded to retreat, Old Pete looked at the end of the sea in the distance and snorted secretly.
Miss Fortune? She's just a little girl with no hair, and she wants to instruct me to do things?
Black mist? It was indeed dangerous, but as a thirty-year-old captain, he knew all too well that the date when Soul Eating Night often falls is around November 15th.
And today is only November 10th!
Will black fog come tonight?
What a joke.
Blocking the south coast five days in advance was just to demonstrate the authority of her 'Queen' and to collect some wealth. When the black fog passes, the fools who return to the south coast will find that their money and ships have disappeared and go to find Miss Fortune. ? She would probably say that it was snatched away by the undead.
"Pooh--"
Standing on the bow of the boat, Old Pete spat disdainfully into the sea. When he looked up again, he was suddenly startled and saw a dense darkness.
"Black mist..." The old withered lips wriggled, and he stood there blankly.
The sailors behind him also noticed this scene one by one, their eyes widened in despair, and accompanied by the sound of their legs weakening and falling to their knees.
"no no!"
"Help……"
"The Bearded Lady, Mother of the Abyss, Naga Kapoulos... please save us..."
No one scolded Old Pete for making the wrong decision, or maybe he just didn't have time, but an endless regret had already enveloped Old Pete.
He had no time to do anything, and the black mist came in front of him in the blink of an eye, with an oppressive coldness in it. As soon as it touched him, he felt that the blood vessels under his old skin were rapidly dying.
"I'm sorry, kids..."
Always fierce and arbitrary, he apologized at the last moment of his life, and then a pair of hooks with chains pierced his chest, and the eye-catching blood on the hook tips dripped into a stream. The third hook pierced his stomach, and then the fourth came out of his neck. The fifth and sixth were dug into his hands.
There was no scream, death came, but death seemed to be just the beginning of suffering.
Thresh, who appeared in front of him, lifted the lantern in his hand and observed the new soul wailing in pain: "An inferior soul, but it is the first one Thresh harvested tonight."
One by one, the surrounding sailors died wailing, were reborn, joined the undead army, and continued to move towards Bilgewater.
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"That old Pete? Are you sure?"
On the south coast, Sarah frowned and confirmed the report to her subordinates. After receiving a positive reply, she muttered unhappily: "Fuck him, I'm not their mother...tch."
Pouring her lips, she raised her voice: "Dark night is coming soon. Let me tell everyone to cherish their lives! We cannot fight against the undead. The goal is to slow down their attack and survive this soul-eating period. night!
Let me remind you again, if after tonight I find that someone is missing, I get the same reputation as Planck, saying that I am using your lives to fill the black mist... Even if you become undead, I will definitely spare you today next year. I can’t help you! "
"Got it, Captain Sarah!"
"But Captain... don't you need to plant some explosives in the direction of the South Port Cliff? Judging from the direction, that side is probably the first to come into contact with the black mist."
"It has been buried." Sarah said: "A bomb that will definitely give Black Mist a head-on blow! You all mind your own affairs, and there is no need for reinforcements in the direction of Nangang Cliff!"
Sitting on the edge of a cliff that stretches out on the coast and is at least 100 meters away from the sea level, Ji Xing can already vaguely see the darkness at the end of the sea level.
"Here he comes."
Ji Xing took the cards he was playing with back into his arms, stood up and patted his trouser legs, staring at the dark mist rolling towards him.
Start looking for ‘similarities’.
Ji Xing has accumulated too much experience and knowledge from the previous invasion of more than a dozen worlds. There is nothing new under the sun, and there will always be traces of new things here for him.
Soon, he found something that felt similar to the black mist - the ubiquitous dark evil energy in the dark world of Dragon Ball.
To put it simply, it is a field effect. That kind of power should corrode the living beings inside it all the time, and it will not stop until it is transformed into undead. And without effective means of resistance, ordinary people will probably survive. Just one night.
When Ji Xing was inevitably drawn into the black mist, he had a new experience, and his eyes lit up.
"Haha, is it essentially a field magic that breaks the boundary between spiritual energy and material energy? Or is it a similar curse?"
This time, I really came to the right place!
Ji Xing has not dabbled in material energy, spiritual energy, or other energy fusion methods for several worlds. The last time it had to be the magic of the Naruto world? But maybe this time, in this world where the soul exists after death, he will have another chance to do something like 'fairy magic'.
After these thoughts went through his mind, he looked directly at the undead army and the shadow on the opposite side.
"It turns out to be my favorite support."
The horned head of Thresh emerging from the black mist was surrounded by emerald green flames. The hand-held lantern echoed with the wails of the dead. It exuded the purest malice. The emerald green and hollow eyes had already been locked on Ji Xing's body. .
Unlike dealing with old Pete, Thresh, who has the wisdom of the living, can naturally see that the man standing calmly in the black mist in front of him is not simple.
"Mortal." Thresh's voice was unclear, as if he was smacking a piece of fresh meat in his mouth, "Do you want to dedicate your soul to Thresh?"
"Hey." There may be many guys in this world who can kill Ji Xing, but there is definitely no one who can take away his soul!
He raised his right hand, and blazing thunder brewed in it, then spread with a bang!
The undead, wandering spirits and even the Ghost Rider who came towards him were instantly cleared away by the blazing thunder and lightning and turned into ashes! The undead army with a radius of a hundred meters disappeared at the same time!
Thresh was also shrouded in the lightning, and a shrill scream exploded from his mouth, but two seconds later, the scream turned into a sinister laugh, and a dark laugh was seen around Thresh. The light wheel rotates, blocking out thunder and lightning!
"It turned out to be a third-rate mage who didn't know the power of death and suffering. He wanted to be the savior of this island?" He chuckled: "The harvest this time is good. I got a living soul from the beginning. Hammer Shi is looking forward to more surprises in the future.”
The hook lock in his hand swung and shot into Ji Xing's neck like a bullet! Just when he was about to hit, he was held in the palm of a hand!
Pfft——
The flesh-and-blood hand was pierced by the hook, and blood spattered in the darkness. Ji Xing smiled, looking at Thresh's ruined face as if he was not aware of the pain.
"No, no, no, you have hooked my soul, and it will be dragged away by you."
Thresh's empty eyes were fixed and silent. Over the course of thousands of years, all the experiences he had during his lifetime no longer had any residue, no sympathy, no kindness, and no fear.
But what he felt at this moment seemed to awaken his human emotion, fear!
What's this?
A...supreme soul?
"Try harder, let my soul separate from my body just a little bit, and I'll give you a good time." Ji Xing's relaxed voice echoed, and the fear in Thresh's hollow chest surged.
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"It's harder to deal with than expected!"
On the other side, Sarah led her men to fight and retreat, trying their best to hinder the progress of the undead. She had no spare energy to coordinate and command all parties, and gradually retreated to a square.
It seemed that they had repelled a large wave of undead, and knowing that they were encountering difficulties, Heiwu consciously stopped his 'steps' and did not move forward for the time being.
Sarah also raised her hand, signaling her men to slow down and stare at the black mist.
I saw something rolling in the depths of the black mist, causing the mist to tremble convulsively.
Suddenly, a skull in the form of a will-o'-the-wisp popped out of the darkness, with empty eye sockets and sharp teeth. Its jaws were stretched beyond the reach of any joint, and a series of mournful hisses erupted from its throat.
Sarah's bullets poured out instantly, and all of them entered the skull's eye sockets. Just hearing an unwilling scream, the skeleton disintegrated!
So Sarah opened the pistol magazine and loaded it with bullets very neatly.
Suddenly, everything was dead silent.
Immediately afterwards, the black mist suddenly exploded, and countless undead screamed and poured into the square.
"You bastard! These undead people actually amassed a wave of troops to launch a general attack?!"
Sarah let out a curse and led her men to retreat and fight again. A ghost rushed out from the rolling undead with its claws stretched out and its mouth full of cold fangs. Sarah reacted just in time, and a bullet hit her right in the face. The ghost turned into a puff of smoke and was blown away by the wind.
Another shot passed, and the other undead disappeared without a trace.
To be honest, Sarah was a little scared in her heart, and she hesitated and regretted the moment she came into contact with the undead. Is it not necessary to fight these things desperately? Or hide a little behind?
But when it came to such a dangerous moment, she had a smile on her face and quickly ran behind a bitt to change bullets.
The stone piles have been eroded by wind and rain, and are engraved with statues of the river kings. Without knowing where the impulse came from, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss on its grinning face.
Except for Naga Kapoulos, since you, the devil, also exist, please protect everyone.
Sarah is a firm pragmatist!
Bang - Bang -
Undead souls continued to dissipate into nothingness under her muskets, while others continued to surge up.
Human physical strength is limited. She keenly noticed that several of her subordinates were gradually unable to hold on and were trying to defend themselves in groups.
After resisting for about ten minutes, the spread of the black mist slowed down a lot during these ten minutes. It was almost enough. It was time to move to the next defense area. After attacking the undead advance army, it was time for Sevier to join them as expected. Then It's safe now!
"Fall back!"
Her command echoed, and at the same time, she suddenly saw a hooded figure jumping into the square from the roof of a rice store.
He landed gracefully on the ground, his old leather trench coat spread out behind him, holding a pair of pistols, and there were several pieces of brass-colored metal hoops that looked like carved stones, which Sarah had never seen before.
Suddenly, the square was illuminated by the electric light fired wildly from the two guns! The man spun as fast as a whip, with barely any pause between aiming and shooting. When the lightning strikes, the mist burns, and the souls of the dead disperse into the air screaming!
"This guy..." Sarah looked surprised and alert. Where did such strong reinforcements come from? !
The man slid the pistol into his holster and turned to look at Miss Fortune. He lifted his hood, revealing a heroic dark face and a pair of sad eyes.
"My name is Lucian, and I am an enemy of the Black Mist." Lucian said: "Are you Miss Fortune? Your effective organization has delayed the expansion of the undead army, but guns and shells alone cannot resist the undead. We also need enough of light, please let me help you.”
Very polite, and very expert in dealing with the undead... Sarah said: "You are not from Bilgewater, an enemy of the Black Mist?"
"The Soul Lock Warden killed my wife, and I came after him." Lucian explained concisely and turned around quickly.
The black mist that had been cleared by Lucian did not give up, and was surging to accumulate more troops.
Just as he was about to explode, Lucian's holy spear had already been filled with energy, but he suddenly saw a bolt of thunder striking down from the top of the sky and hammering straight into the black mist!
"Um?"
The black mist was instantly driven back a hundred meters.
Lucian showed a shocked expression, while Sarah looked relaxed: "You're back."
return? Lucian looked sideways and saw a heroic young man walking out of the black mist and walking towards this side.
Thunder and lightning? A powerful mage? Lucian had seen such a person before, but what he saw in front of him made his pupils shrink instantly and he froze in place.
Just because the man who was walking was holding a lantern in his hand, a very familiar will-o'-the-wisp lantern, with some shadows of souls rolling inside it!
"That's... Thresh's...?!"