There is an old joke.

It is said that someone was sailing and encountered a storm. He suddenly realized that this was God's punishment, so he quickly knelt down and prayed: Please forgive him for the sake of other innocent people.

At this time, I heard a sneer questioning voice coming from the sky: Do you think it will be easy for me to gather this crew of people?

It's like you think this is some kind of Hollywood special effects movie, with Michael Bay at the very best, and everyone is going to have a blast, a blast, and enough popcorn tubes.

As soon as the opening credits passed, I saw the director's name - Takeshi Kitano.

A whole boat full of bad guys.

Suddenly everyone seemed to be dying.

What the fuck is this?

Ai Qing gritted her teeth and suppressed her unhappy voice.

She had already anticipated what would actually happen. In history, there were countless black ships sent by the White Crown King to various parts of the world, but very few of them were able to return to the New World.

Although most of the elites of the American lineage came all the way through the wind and waves in such ships, more than ten times or even a hundred times as many ships must have sunk into the ocean before.

Even whether to stay in the current situation is still a question.

According to the statistics of the Historical Correction Committee of the Administration, the wreckage of this kind of black ship has been excavated in various borders and hells. In other words, its route is definitely not from one continent to another.

So simple.

I'm afraid that the moment they left the port, they were no longer in the current situation.

Otherwise, there would not be such a strange phenomenon as the scorching sun receding and the eternal night shrouding it. No one can resist the self-correction of the current situation and maintain such huge changes.

Unless it's in hell.

Only such a scene is possible.

——The curse of the gods.

This bizarre phenomenon is called so.

This world does not allow the rise of the White Crown King, or in other words, the gods who still existed in this world in the past and even controlled this world did not allow this traitor to stand on his own.

Even if there is nothing he can do about the White-Crown King who is far away in the New World for the time being, he will never let go of any opportunity to eradicate his wings.

"But most of the people on this ship haven't thought about defecting to the White Crown King, right?" Huai Shi sighed, "Several societies are robbing people, how can there be any reason to embarrass Mengxin?"

Ai Qing sneered and asked, "When you move a chess piece forward on the chessboard, is it your wish or does it have the consent of the chess piece?"

Huaishi is silent.

He understood what Ai Qing meant.

It doesn't matter what the chess piece is thinking.

What matters is where it is.

If it is of no importance, it doesn't matter if it is abandoned, but if it is located in a dangerous place, then it must be ruthlessly strangled.

"The so-called human wisdom and knowledge are too weak, Huai Shi."

Ai Qing said coldly: "In the realm above the fifth level, it can be easily distorted with just one thought... Just like a puppet on a string, not only can it not control itself, but even the soul is the currency of the gods.

The only difference is whose big head is printed on it and how much face value is hidden behind it."

Besides, even if the gods still have mercy to squander, is there an innocent person on this ship?

Come on, everyone is a creature of darkness, why are you pretending... Including Huai Shi's current vest, who doesn't have a lot of blood debt?

"The son of original sin...?"

Ai Qing finally remembered the title of the story shown by kp at the beginning, and only now did she understand the malice hidden in it.

What makes her even more angry is that since the KP version was updated, the outlines of all players have been covered by a layer of darkness. It is impossible to see the reactions and expressions of other people. Apart from chatting a few words with each other, no one can hear the ups and downs.

In addition to the communication of tone, it simply weakens the possibility of alliance between players to the greatest extent.

"Stories, stories are the real thing, right?"

Kp seemed to have glimpsed the anger in her heart, and said with a smile: "The communication between characters is the most beautiful part of the story, not the players who are above it.

If the characters are manipulated and manipulated by high latitudes, what difference will there be in what the gods did to humans in the past?"

Ai Qing said nothing more.

But Huaishi was under a lot of pressure.

After learning about the bloody history from Ai Qing, he no longer had much confidence in clearing this dungeon. Even if he were to kill all the dark creatures in the entire ship, even if he were to kill them one by one, he would not be able to kill them all in more than ten days.

ah.

Moreover, now in this dark ocean, even a huge steel cruise ship cannot bring him much sense of security. No matter how sturdy the ship is, how many dark creatures can it withstand being demolished?

It can be said that as long as a chaos breaks out, everything will be ruined.

And Parassus Ser could have hidden in the darkness. As long as he didn't show up, Huai Shi would definitely lose.

What's more, is Van Helsing's mission really so simple?

Involving the struggle between the Holy Spirit genealogy and the American genealogy, Huai Shi didn't think it would be so simple. If it was just a task... how could it be recorded in the Philosopher's Stone?

"Whose Philosopher's Stone is this?" He now wondered from the bottom of his heart: "It can't be the White Crown King's, right?"

"Don't be ridiculous, the White Crown King has already surpassed the fifth level, and the sacred mark of 'Fallen Morning Star' is just a power imitated by future generations based on his miracles."

Ai Qing said: "It's probably a lucky person on the ship who successfully arrived in the New World, right? No, this means that there is a high probability that this ship will be able to reach the New World safely... Huaishi, currently we still have

Chance."

Huai Shi knew, but he was worried...this opportunity would be gone soon.

Because the people on the boat were about to start a fight.

Players like Huai Shi who have nothing to do with themselves may not be able to understand their situation at that time, nor can they feel the terrifying despair of being abandoned by the whole world in an instant.

But there is no doubt that for the dark creatures who are by no means good in the first place, turmoil and fighting have long been an instinct engraved in their bones.

After the initial fear, what this strange eternal night brought was bone-deep pressure and unbreakable despair, and then, he was on the verge of madness.

Huai Shi could almost see that the fuse, which was as fragile as a candle in the wind, was gradually breaking.

"Don't get involved, let's protect ourselves first." Lao Xiao whispered: "Come to my room later. The situation has changed. We need to discuss it in the long term."

No one objected to this.

At a moment when chaos is about to break out, it may be quite difficult to protect yourself, let alone turn the tide. Even if the third-level holy marks are already considered masters among these dark creatures, there are still many powerful dragons hiding in them.

Woolen cloth.

Huai Shi could feel a strong sense of oppression from several people alone, and he could not rule out that there were people in the fourth stage hiding among them.

But to everyone's surprise, the one who stood up to turn the tide was the woman in the restaurant last night who looked extremely sleazy.

She and her dull husband left a very deep impression on Huaishi.

Not only is there a huge difference between the couple, but also their actions this morning - when they realized that the crew member was dead, they rushed towards the captain's cabin at the first moment.

At least, it can be seen that her mind is still clear, and she knows that internal fighting at this time is tantamount to self-destruction. The woman who calls herself Lady Eleanor tries her best to comfort the people around her, which seems to be quite effective.

Until the old woman holding the chicken neck went crazy again.

"Shut up, bitch, this is not a place for you to sell sex!" She screamed angrily: "You don't know anything at all! You just set foot on this ship for a vain hope, without overestimating your capabilities.

Go and seek death! Now that death is coming, do you still need to be afraid?

What are you counting on? Ha! Do you expect this group of losers to unite? Are you counting on this group of losers who have been hunted by the Holy Spirit lineage for decades without even daring to show their heads? Waste is waste wherever it goes! Do the gods treat you?

You are so cruel, will the White Crowned King protect you?"

Some people stared angrily, but the old woman's expression became more ferocious: "Am I right? Who can you count on? This prostitute whore? That one over there who only pretends to be holding a cat? Or this one sitting in a wheelchair?

A bad old man who can’t speak clearly?! Come on, none of you can count on him!”

"Okay, shut up, Yaga."

In the wheelchair, his brother finally said, hoarse and muddy: "Stop talking."

"What did I say?" Yaga sneered: "Is it the truth?"

"I said, shut up."

His brother raised his cloudy eyes and stared at her, with some kind of terrifying light bursting out from his eyes: "Don't you know that I am saving you?"

"Haha, my good brother, you just want to save yourself!" Yaga roared: "You just want the White Crown King to extend your life! You don't hesitate to trick me into getting on this ship!"

"I said, shut up."

The elder brother made a sound again, as if his majesty had finally taken effect. Yaga's old face twitched, and without saying anything else, he just screamed, turned around and left the restaurant.

The chicken in her hand was still dripping with blood, and she could vaguely hear her hysterical cursing and roaring coming from the corridor.

"I'm sorry for what I said about my sister."

In the silence, the old man in the wheelchair first looked at the young man in the corner, "She didn't mean to do it, but after my two nieces passed away, her behavior was a bit...excessive."

"I know I know."
To be continued...