He clutched his left chest and felt even more pain in his heart.

The continuous battle has bottomed out his energy consumption. He wants to use his A3 ability, but the glands are already hot and can no longer be overdrawn. At this time, he is facing the eternal undead and a siren who has been manipulated by cao at the same time. Heir, Rimbaud closed his eyes.

There were too many dead fish, and the souls gathered together to form a dead sea heart rock, which flowed into the hands of the young man and stretched into a black knife.

A baby's cry broke the stalemate of the confrontation, and the golden mermaid baby twisted its chubby body and crawled out of the water tank where the beer was stored, babbled and groaned and crawled in the direction of the pearl boy.

Because the boy has siren scales, the mermaid baby will be close to him. Siren is the mother of the sea and guards all life in the water. Aquatic animals have an instinctive dependence on siren.

Wei Lan had already rushed towards the baby and jumped, but he was still a step too late. He threw himself in the air, and the baby fell directly from the gap between the railings.

Rimbaud turned into a blue lightning bolt in the water, disappeared from its original position, and appeared under the ship in an instant, jumped up from the water to catch the baby with both hands, and then fell back into the water.

"It's alright." Rimbaud lowered his head to comfort, releasing a soothing pheromone to soothe the frightened baby.

The baby didn't cry, didn't struggle, and the short golden fish tail didn't shake anymore, surprisingly good.

Rimbaud's gaze moved down, but he saw only a patch of blood red. A dark knife stabbed the baby's tender body, blood spurting outward.

His heart trembled, his fingertips pressed against the soft back of the baby's heart, and the tiny throbbing disappeared.

Rimbaud froze for a while, only to realize that the black knife had pierced through his back and broke out of his chest.

I allow everyone to run 39 meters first

Chapter 221

Rimbaud tilted his head with difficulty, his blue eyes were frozen like ice, and his frozen eyes looked at the twisted reflection of the pearl on the sea.

When the boy got too close, the fish hiding beside Rimbaud and the corpse of the baby in his arms turned into swimming skeletons, the vigorous life turned gray, slipped from Rimbaud's hands, and fell into the water with a thud.

The wound caused by the Dead Sea Core Knife cannot heal quickly, and it will expand and corrode, absorbing the vitality of the wounded.

"Is this what you think is right?" Rimbaud asked hoarsely, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, drop by drop into the water, and the skeleton fish scrambled to swallow it.

The boy's hand holding the black knife trembled, and his sapphire blue eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

The sea was silent, and the people on the deck held their breaths, covering their mouths and noses as they watched the battle for the throne nervously. Even the special forces of the Crazy Shark Force were not qualified to intervene in this level of battle, let alone these unarmed civilians.

Suddenly, an old man put his hands and fingers on his chest, and muttered about the blessing of the Sea God. People suddenly woke up, clasped their hands on their chests and prayed, they could do nothing but express their devotion in the most primitive and simple way.

The subtle sound of prayers undulates in the wind, and every sentence of utterance falls into the sea, giving birth to a tiny jellyfish. The sea surface glows with blue light, and the jellyfish gathers towards Rimbaud and merges into his wound.

Rimbaud held a knife blade on his chest, his palm was cut by a sharp blade, and blood oozes from his fingers. The blood splashed on the pearl boy's snow-white face, which made his body brightly colored.

"嘁." The immortal undead sat on the mast of the transparent ship made of hydrated steel by Pearl, looking at Rimbaud's faintly healing wound, his expression became gloomy and irritable.

The temperature on the sea surface is getting colder, the night fog comes, and a light white fog rises on the sea surface, which gradually thickens and covers the entire sea surface. The outline of the city in the distance is lost in the fog. , people can't even see each other's faces.

An alpha experiment body with a human head and a deer body appeared on the transparent deck of the ghost ship. The gray-white Xia Shilu was summoned by the undead and was releasing mist.

The immortal undead was lying in the air lightly and leisurely, bowing his head and smiling at Pearl: "King, this sea is yours, whatever you want is right, what kind of thing is he."

A smooth mirror surface was unfolded under the transparent ghost ship, and the immortal undead floated in the air, and the mirror surface corresponding to him was a flying golden angel. The angel spread his hands, the mirror surface surged like the sea, and a gray-white fish jumped out of the water. Fall back into the mirror.

Schools of gray-white fish climbed up the ghost ship's transparent steel outer walls to the deck, and finned merfolk hovered in the sky, singing the song of the transmuted siren.

Wei Lan and Feng Lang first felt the strangeness of the song. Feng Lang used his J1 ability to color the carpet. Sea anemones grew everywhere on the deck of the ship. The soft tentacles swayed gently, protecting the civilians on the ship like a clownfish. Protect it. (Barrier-type ability, cancels all mental damage and a small amount of physical damage)

Rimbaud clutched the Dead Sea Heart Rock blade tightly, and the blood fell into the water along his fingertips. He raised his eyelids and stared at the boy who was retreating from his side. The boy was eager to escape from here, and the white cloth of the undead wrapped his shoulders toward the transparent ghost. The ship flies away.

"Don't run away." Rimbaud raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "You can clean up the mess you left behind. It's nothing to run away."

The young man didn't dare to look at him, he didn't dare to meet these dignified and contemptuous eyes, and he felt ashamed just by looking at him.

"What is this, it's so interesting." The immortal undead curiously fiddled with the cruise missiles made of hydrated steel in the same proportion on the transparent ship, and manipulated the barrels to slowly turn to the PBBs ship, and raised the corners of his lips to ask the Marine Corps Wei Lan and Feng Lang in combat uniforms: "Hey, are you the police? I hate police."

Wei Lan gestured backwards, indicating to activate the anti-aircraft interceptor missiles, but if missiles were thrown at each other at such a close distance, the ship would also be sunk by the shock wave.

The undead called Pearl: "Hey, you make me a cannonball, I want to play this."

The boy shook his head dully, intuition that he had done something wrong.