The loud bangs continued to burst out, as if they were setting off some terrifying struggle.

Even though he was far away from his hometown and was aging, Baba Yaga's power at this moment still made the steel cruise ship tremble and could not be loaded. It was as if he wanted to dismantle the entire ship.

The woman was completely in a madness...

"What's going on?"

Huai Shi turned around in confusion, but suddenly realized something was wrong. He quickly walked to the side of the window, smashed the window roughly, and reached out to the outside.

A swift wind blew.

But it was completely different from what he had experienced a few hours ago.

In this quiet abyss, how could there be such a luxury in the wind? This is the turbulence caused by the cruise ship as it gallops, but now, the turbulent airflow makes Huai Shi feel something is wrong.

The speed of the ship... seems to have accelerated!

"On the ship trying to sail in the underworld, every soul is a heavy burden."

A voice sounded, Yin Yan standing at the door. He tilted his head to look at the stunned Huai Shi, and smiled mockingly: "Do you understand now?"

Although the gods are cruel, the White Crown King is not merciful, it is better to say that the curse of the gods is exactly what he wants is not the weak, but the strong one who can survive this trial.

This is the command he engraved on the ship: if he blindly escapes and tolerates, the passengers will never be able to reach the new land. The fuel it needs is the soul and death.

The more people die, the faster it will be…”

Huai Shi turned around indifferently and raised the axe in her arm: "Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to help you."

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned on the door frame: "I remember we were allies... Your secret should be to kill whom, right?"

As he said that, he took out a note the size of a palm from his pocket.

The leather cover is covered with scratches, and it looks a bit old, with the ship's name being stamped on it.

"In addition to that useless manuscript, I actually found this thing on the captain's remains, a gift left by the White Crown to the agile one."

Yin Yan laughed proudly: "With this in hand, the names of all passengers and their true 'passenger list', it is easy to find anyone. What do you think, Huai Shi, no, it should be said... Abraham Van Helsing, the vampire of the church! "

This point out the "real name" of Huai Shi, proving that his words are true.

"I already know where the person you are looking for."

He put away the passenger list and said, "Come with me."

In the silence, besides the screams and whispers from afar, Huai Shi suddenly heard Ai Qing's sigh.

"After so many years, you always like to be smart, cousin..."

At that moment, the girl's murderous intent was fully exposed:

"Huai Shi, kill him."

Without hesitation.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger of the arm crossbow

boom!

As the walls were broken, the young man's figure emerged from the broken crack, staggered back and stepped into the corridor.

The wolf-turned out-of-control people who were wandering in the corridor suddenly turned their heads and looked at the dark-skinned boy. Their expression suddenly became ferocious and hungry. They rushed up and even cut a ramp on his face.

"Uncle, get out of here!"

In a rage, the Pharaoh raised his scarlet pupils and waved his hand. From under his broad robe, countless golden lights flew out of the scarab beetle that was staying in his body and rose up, like a bullet, tore the offender to pieces in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, as a bandage emerged from the gap on his face, the handsome face was refinished.

mummy.

No, it should be called the prototype of the path to the gods.

This is a unique holy mark for the pharaohs in Egypt. Every sacrifice who is qualified to become a pharaoh will receive this holy mark and obtain an immortal body.

No matter it is a knife, axe, or frost and fire, it is difficult to kill.

After passing through Olysis's path, he was recognized by the gods and was given a sacred spirit, becoming a double crown of red and white, combining gods and humans with the upper and lower realms.

Now, although this soul given by the god has been taken back, the sacred prototype has not left. He still retains his former noble bloodline and power and cannot be violated by all inferior people.

But this seemed to be unable to stop the crazy old woman.

Babayaga.

She was roaring, screaming, roaring wildly, scolding, spitting out dirty words that no one could solve and curse with a deep blasphemy.

Staring at the Sphinx who was protecting the Pharaoh.

There was also a purple blood mark on the corner of its mouth.

So conspicuous.

"It turned out to be you... it turned out to be you..."

She screamed furiously: "You dare to kill my poor child, the only child I have left now! I curse you! I curse you! You damn beast! I swear, you will surely sink into this deep sea of ​​sin with your master! I swear!!!"

She screamed hysterically, reached out and pulled out pieces of internal organs from the rotten chicken corpse and threw them towards Sphinx.

It was obviously just a rotten internal organ, but Sphinx did not dare to take it head-on and actually dodged repeatedly.

Filled with the curse of Baba Yaga and the resentment of "Pobby" before his death, the internal organs at this moment have turned into an unforgettable bomb of revenge.

Countless viscous venom and black shadows gushed out from it, flying in the air, constantly spreading their teeth and claws, and crashing into Sphinx, leaving traces of whip on this mixed-blooded beast.

Each whip mark tore the flesh and blood, and the bones were visible, leaving deep traces of corruption.

Sphinx has become a prototype.

Sphinx.

However, his body size was not as terrifying as his father's line, only a few meters away. There were still traces of wild beasts on the face of that man. There was no brilliance of wisdom in his eyes, but instead he had the ferociousness and anger of beast nature.

Declined species, or hybrids.

Like his master, the pharaoh's guard now lost the power to question the soul, what remains is the power and life of wild beasts.

However, it is still enough to confront Babayaga head-on.

Don't lose the disadvantage!

"Cosche!!!"

Pharaoh roared and glared at the old man who was sitting in a daze in the wheelchair in the restaurant, "Do you want to tear the covenant? Just because my guards ate a damn chicken? If this is your wish, then I can give you the destruction you have always dreamed of!"

The old man was silent, just staring blankly at the bowl of soup in front of him that had already been cold.

It's like Alzheimer's disease.

But those wolves' out-of-control people did not even dare to approach him. Even if they just smelled his scent, they would retreat in a hurry.

It seems to escape from natural enemies.

Even if he looks just an old man who is about to die.

He held the spoon with his trembling hands and poured the poison into his throat tremblingly, bit by bit, slowly... until the bowl of thick soup full of wolf poison was drunk into his stomach.

He put down his golden spoon, picked up the napkin, and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Enough, Yaga."

Cosche raised his head tremblingly, staring at his crazy sister with muddy pupils: "Dinner time is over, how long are you going to go wild?"

Yaga suddenly turned around, stared at him angrily, screaming!

"I said, enough."

Cosche raised his voice, as if he was angrily scolding, but as he advanced, he coughed violently, turning the wolf poison in the soup into thick phlegm and spitting it on the ground.

"Let's just stop here."

He looked at his sister and issued a notice so decisively, saying word by word in words from his hometown: "Forgot that damn chicken for me! Forgot that broken house with nothing but corpse! You have been in that damn hell, my dear sister!"

As if he was about to stare out his eyes, Yaga had a ferocious face and glared at his brother: "So you took me to another hell?"

Cosche suppressed his cough and his voice croaked: "I just...I just want you to be free."

"Ha! Freedom!" Yaga laughed madly, "Look at here, a broken ship that is destined to sink, a curse that cannot be escaped, my dear brother, is this the freedom you give me?"

"The curse can be cracked, Yaga, believe me." Cosche said hoarsely: "I promise, we will have a new beginning in America! Now there is only a little problem... a little..."

But before he finished speaking, he started coughing again, heart-wrenching, and the hollow sound seemed to have disappeared from his lungs.

Painful and sharp.

He covered his throat, opened his mouth wide, and gasped violently until Baba Yaga walked up, pulled his hands open, took out a small silver wine pot, and poured the potion made by the witch into his lungs.

Careful, one drop.

In an instant, the coughing sound subsided, and Kosche collapsed on the chair, gasping violently, unable to speak. Only Babayaga looked down at him, and for a long time, shook his head disappointed:

"Brother, you really hurt my heart."

Without saying anything, she turned around and left with the sound of crying and crying.

In the silence, the applause of the Pharaoh sounded.

"What a great show."

The boy sneered and looked at him with his head tilted: "Cosche, how are you going to compensate for her offense?"

Cosche didn't speak.

Just gasping for a long time, I picked up the napkin, wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth, and leaned tiredly on my wheelchair.

"Ammonmesis, do you know?" Cosche suddenly said, "respect is mutual."

"respect?"

Pharaoh was amused, “You actually said the word 'respect' to me?"
Chapter completed!