As if Rimbaud was charging, the accumulation of electricity and light inside the fish tail changed from less to more, the current flowed around the bones in the blood vessels, and the electricity gradually filled up.

He moved his fingertips a little, and the sea surface suddenly rose up step by step, and the white lion stepped on the hard hydrated steel ladder and leaped towards the highest deck of the ghost ship. Two sharp blue light bands were drawn on the overlapping sea.

When the white lion jumped to the highest point, Rimbaud turned from his back and jumped up, drawing out a small strand of Dead Sea core rock from his collar. Extending to both sides, a bow was cast, and Rimbaud volleyed his arrow to aim. Six suns suddenly appeared in the sky behind him, and six bright reflections appeared on the sea at the same time. The night sky was as brilliant as day. The hurricane blew for no reason, the clouds that stored electricity were dissipated by the strong wind, and the surging ocean currents set off stormy waves.

The devil fish A3 is capable of phantom light road, and the extreme weather within the surrounding area of ​​six sun shadows can be manipulated by him.

The electricity accumulated in Rimbaud's tail was channeled into Dead Sea core rock arrows, and the waves surged to form hydrated steel forcing the pearl out of nowhere.

Rimbaud narrowed one eye, his eyes were cold, no different from looking at a traitor who usurped the throne, and no difference from looking at a pilgrim pilgrim, calm and compassionate, treating all things as cud dogs, and treating them equally.

"That's the last thing I'm going to teach you, always be in awe."

Pearl instinctively wanted to escape, but inadvertently met Rimbaud's eyes reflected on the hydrated steel. A sense of urgency of faith was born from the bottom of his heart for no reason, making him want to surrender.

An arrow of lightning bolt pierced through Pearl's back heart, Pearl's body stiffened, his eyes and pupils shrank suddenly, and a powerful electric current was poured back into his body. His young body couldn't bear it at all. The smoke, held together by the undead cloak, re-condensed into pearls.

The surface of the pearl was damaged, and it was far less smooth and bright than before. Obviously, the trauma this time was much more serious than before.

The huge body of the white lion fell on the deck of the transparent ghost ship. Such a heavy body fell silently from a high place. He raised his head and roared, and his body overflowed. The gray and white fish in the whole ship were condensed into glass beads. Different, falling into the sea like rain.

In the evil manifestation period, the extinction of the M2 ability has become the extinction overflow, which no longer acts on the single body, and is no longer limited to knowing the name of the target. All creatures with a level lower than A3 will be instantly extinguished into glass beads, while the same level The damage the creature takes is also doubled.

The annihilation overflowed with the lion's roar and attacked the immortal undead. Half of the undead's body was covered with glass. A burst of burning pain made him scream. He raised his hand to retract the pearl and the undead cloak. The annihilation of the white lion overflows.

"Hmph, evil show period, I'll see when you can be proud, stop playing, I still have something to do, go." The undead flew towards the sky, but the sea where he flew over surged, setting off dozens of meters high The waves were shaped by hydrated steel, and the white lion sprinted and chased on the top of the raised waves, and the sharp claws stretched out their claws and hooked the rough outer wall of the water column to jump up and climb.

The undead looked back, the simple face on the white cloth frowned, the sea formed a mirror surface, and thousands of ghost hands stretched out from the mirror surface, and the vines generally wrapped around the water column of hydrated steel that the white lion stepped on. The ghost hand grabbed the water column, and the white lion lost his leverage and fell into the air.

When he was about to fall on the mirror of the undead, Rimbaud raised his hand in the distance, and the waves stirred up water, forming a pair of hydrated steel fins on the back of the white lion, making his huge body glide close to the water for a few meters before softening. The water disappeared, and the white lion quickly climbed up the sky again along the rugged hydrated steel column, and with a jump, the giant mouth bit the right hand of the undead, and slammed him wildly.

The undead's right forearm was torn off alive by the white lion, black smoke spewed out from the section, and he roared sharply and flew away.

The immortal undead has a powerful regeneration ability. It can not only heal wounds quickly, but also regenerate limbs immediately, provided that the limbs are destroyed and cannot be returned to the body.

The undead thought that he escaped easily, but it was just a broken hand, which was nothing to him, anyway, his hand would come back by himself.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, and the broken section on his arm did not regenerate new limbs.

The white lion fell back to the sea with the bloody forearm in his mouth that was still struggling. He raised his head and swallowed the severed hand completely.

The stern sneer and curse of the immortal undead echoed in the air: "You're cruel... I'll finish my business first and then play with you."

The undead have the ability to fly, and neither the White Lion nor Rimbaud has it, and it is impossible to catch up.

The white lion looked up at the sky where the undead disappeared and stood for a while, lowered his head and circled the sea to sniff the smell of pearls, took a few breaths in disappointment, turned his head and ran back towards Rimbaud.

Rimbaud sat on the floating hydrated steel, raised a hand and touched the chin of the white lion.

The white lion sat down, lowered his head to be stroked, made a loud purr, gently cupped him with his big furry head, carefully licked the bleeding wound on his chest with the tip of his tongue, and only dared to use the tip of his tongue because he was afraid of the wound on his chest. The barbs scratched him.

"Can you talk?" Rimbaud scratched his chin.

The white lion shook his head, lay down on his feet and exposed his belly to him, put his nails in the claws, and the back of the snow-white claws were clean and soft pink paw pads. It looked like he wanted to be petted, but he was so big that Rimbaud couldn't reach his stomach at all.

It seems that he will lose his language ability and human thinking in the state of the evil manifestation. When his physical strength is exhausted, he should return to his humanoid mimicry. I don't know if his body size can be reduced. Now this size is afraid that even the gate of the IOA headquarters is blocked. If you don't go in, how should you receive treatment?

"Go home first." Rimbaud patted him on the face as a reward.

The white lion turned over, lightly picked up Rimbaud in his mouth, threw him on his back, and ran towards the coast under the night sky, his huge claws lightly stepping on the hydrated steel formed one by one on the sea, without emitting a single light.sound.

Rimbaud sat sideways on the back of the white lion, the fish tail was dragged in the wind, and the remaining electric light left stars on the sea in the middle of the night.