Chapter 2359 Chains

At this critical moment, Barrow saw the inclined surface of the road from the corner of his eye, pushed hard in the opposite direction, and rolled on the ground along the inclined surface.

The moment Barrow rolled away, the bone stick fell.

The power of just one hammer made a big hole appear on the flat ground, and the soil flew and the loud noise was deafening.

Barrow didn't have time to doubt the strength of the Mandarin. He rolled away and stood up immediately, wanting to escape quickly while the bone stick was stuck in the ground.

However, as soon as Barrow turned around, he saw a huge fist waving at his face.

The Mandarin did not pull out the bone stick stuck in the ground as Barrow thought, but flashed directly in front of Barrow and fought hand-to-hand.

With many years of pirate combat experience, Barrow narrowly avoided the punch, but also lost the opportunity to escape. In desperation, he could only fight with the Mandarin.

The Mandarin's strength is quite great. Every attack is like a cannonball hitting Barrow. After just a few seconds of resistance, Barrow heard a cracking sound from the inside.

The arm bone was directly cracked by the hammer!

Facing this humanoid beast, Barrow became more and more frightened and weaker as he fought. But the Mandarin was different. He seemed to enjoy this kind of abuse. His scarlet eyes became more and more excited. Compared with Lenko, who could still control his emotions, the Mandarin was more like the madman who took secret medicine.

One side was born timid, and the other side became more and more courageous. In such a battle, even if the two sides were evenly matched, the latter had a higher chance of winning. Not to mention, it was not evenly matched.

Barrow could not beat the Mandarin without being injured. Now, he was carrying a woman who was not light on his back, and it was even more impossible for him to be the opponent of the Mandarin.

And...

Barrow had heard the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him. He knew that the pursuers behind him were approaching.

If they can't break through, they will inevitably be attacked from both sides!

Faced with this situation, Barrow knew he had to make a decision. He looked at the woman on his shoulder, and his lips covered by the beard were tightly pursed.

Gritting his teeth, Barrow took a deep breath, and took advantage of the gap between fighting with Barrow to push the woman to the direction of Little Birch.

"Take her and run quickly, leave it to me!"

Barrow chose to sacrifice himself in the choice between spiritual belief and himself.

Birch: "Ba, Baba... Captain Barrow, I, I..."

Before Birch finished speaking, the little flea on the side pulled him up: "Don't say anything, the pursuers are coming. We can only do what Captain Barrow said, run to Dock No. 4, maybe there is still hope!"

Birch looked at Barrow who was already in a tense battle, and nodded.

When preparing to run away with the little flea, Birch walked to the woman, helped her up, and dragged her to his back.

The little flea originally wanted Burch to give up on her, but seeing Burch's determined eyes, the words still didn't come out of her mouth.

"Let's go!"

Just as the little flea was pulling Burch and preparing to cross the bridge first, the Mandarin's rampant laughter came from behind: "Do you think you can hold me back by yourself and let them leave? Dream on!"

The laughter came from behind with a burst of fist hitting sounds.

Burch couldn't help but look back, but this one look shocked him. He originally thought they still had a chance to go back and call for someone to rescue Captain Barrow, but the reality was very cruel. In just two or three seconds, Barrow was knocked to the ground.

The reason why the Mandarin didn't catch up was because Barrow held his legs tightly. The Mandarin's fist, which was enough to break bones, hit Barrow's head again and again, and he was bleeding all over his face, but Barrow didn't let go.

"Ship... Captain..." Just this one look, Burch felt as if something was blocked in his nasal cavity, and his chest was stuffy.

The little flea also saw this scene. While admiring them, he did not forget their goal.

"We will take revenge, we will definitely take revenge. Don't stop, we still have a chance, run, run!" The little flea forced Burch not to look behind him, tightened his hand, and rushed to the bridge.

Burch also understood that if he went back now, he would only die, so he hardened his heart and began to speed up his pace.

However, before they ran a few steps, a violent sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

Burch subconsciously turned around and saw Mandarin pulling up the bone stick and throwing it in his direction.

"Turn around!" the little flea shouted.

There was no way to dodge now. If the bone stick was thrown over, Burch would definitely be hit! With such a heavy blow, Burch would be disabled if he didn't die!

Therefore, he had to turn around and use the woman as a shield to help relieve the force. Of course, the end result was that the woman would definitely die.

But compared to the woman's life, the little flea valued Burch's life the most.

He shouted as loud as he could, but Burch seemed half-stupid, and stood there motionless.

In less than a second, the bone stick rushed straight over and hit Burch's chest.

The little flea and the bloody Barrow in the distance shouted "no" at the same time.

But it was useless. The huge force not only made Burch's chest dent, but he also fell from the bridge into the lake like a cannonball, crossing a parabola.

After the blooming water splash, ripples appeared on the water surface.

Water vapor and bloody smell filled Burch's trachea at the same time. His brain seemed to have received the command of crisis control. His pain sensation had disappeared. The only feeling was that the water was so cold. His body seemed to be out of control and kept sinking in this cold water.

But in fact, Burch did not sink to the bottom of the water. He floated on the water like a big character, with dull eyes and ready to close his eyes at any time. The sinking feeling was not his body, but his consciousness and soul that were about to die.

In the last moment of his life, Burch felt an unprecedented tranquility, even though the surroundings were still cold.

Burch knew that he might be dying soon.

He was a little unwilling, but the center of the brain that controls emotions and thoughts seemed to cut off the feeling of sadness. This unwillingness soon disappeared, and more was relief.

Living is also trapped in this ghost island for a lifetime. It is better to die than to live.

With this idea, Burch's "sinking" speed is getting faster and faster.

However, at the moment when Burch felt that he was about to hit the bottom, a warm support came from behind.

"It's not time to die yet, go back."

It was a female voice.

This thought flashed through Burch's mind, and at the same time, he felt that the "sinking self" seemed to be able to move, and he turned his head to see who was talking to him.

But he didn't see anyone, only endless darkness below him, which was the deep hole of death and the end of the soul.

And the warm support came from a coiled chain, which was emitting a faint white light.

The chain was very long, and its end was not below, but hanging from above.

Birch looked up, but still couldn't see where the chain came from.

Just when Birch was confused, the chain moved like a snake, tied up Birch's body, and pulled it up suddenly.

The soul and consciousness were pulled back from the road of death by this chain. They poured back into the dying body floating on the water.

The pain was restored, and the strong pain came, even to the point that tears burst out of Birch's eyes.

In his tearful eyes, Birch vaguely saw a graceful figure slowly floating up from the water below.

The white hand touched Birch's sunken chest, which was faintly covered with white light.

The warm feeling swept over again, and even the pain in the chest began to slowly weaken.

When it weakened to a certain extent, a gentle female voice came: "This is all I can do. Hang on. Death does not mean the end. It is likely to be another cycle of suffering. Only living has meaning."

Compared to the white light in his chest, Burch felt that this female voice surrounding his ears was more powerful.

It is the root of supporting the desperate and falling soul.

Burch wanted to open his eyes to see who was talking, but what he saw in his hazy eyes was also covered with a veil. He only saw a figure flashing through his eyes.

…

Just after Burch was hit by the bone stick and fell into the lake, the little flea knelt directly on the ground with a face full of despair.

Barrow, who was holding the leg of the Mandarin in the distance, seemed to have lost his strength, let go of his hand, and lay at the feet of the Mandarin. Blood and tears, melted together, flowed down.

Burch died, and Lenko had basically no chance of survival, and he himself would follow soon.

Everything stems from curiosity.

Everything also stems from his admiration for Mr. Asberu.

Barrow does not regret saving Asberu, but he regrets his recklessness. The moment he saw Asberu, his blood was boiling, and he took her away recklessly, which led to the current consequences.

In fact, he could have planned before taking action and made everything more perfect.

However, it is useless to say anything now.

Death is coming.

When Barrow was about to embrace death, the little flea was desperate, and the Mandarin laughed wildly, a sigh suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

"It's a long-lost scene."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a graceful woman in soft armor, stepping on the water, like a god in the lake, emitting a faint light, and walking towards the earth.

"Mr. Asberu..." Barrow read out the name of the person in a daze.

The Mandarin and the little flea were shocked. Isn't this the woman who was brought out of the pigsty? How can she stand on the water? Moreover, her wounds have healed?

"Even on a lost desert island, you can still see the slaughter of pirates. It's a nostalgic scene... and it's really disgusting."

Her lazy and hoarse voice, combined with her walking between the lakeshores, gave her a sense of calmness.

"Who are you?" Although the other party was a woman who looked fragile, Mandarin felt a sense of fear as if he was about to face a wild beast.

She slowly walked up the shore, walked step by step to the middle of the road, and was only ten meters away from Mandarin.

"Who am I? The person before... was called Barrow, right? Didn't Barrow say my name?" She said lightly: "But, do you know that it doesn't matter anymore."

Although he had no momentum, Mandarin still took a step back unconsciously.

"Because, what's the use of a dead person knowing this?"

The moment the words fell, Mandarin's face suddenly changed, because he saw the figure of the woman opposite him pause slightly, as if an illusory shadow swayed, and a black hole like an abyss appeared on the woman's chest, and a dark chain came out directly from the black hole.

"You, you are... you are a witch..."

Before Mandarin finished speaking, the chain pierced Mandarin's chest.

However, there was no blood flowing out of Mandarin's body, and there was no hole in his chest, but Mandarin felt an extremely deep pain at this time, as if his soul was torn apart... No, not as if.

The Mandarin vaguely felt that his soul seemed to be broken into two pieces.

As his soul was broken, the Mandarin fell down, with disbelief in his eyes, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

When the Mandarin was about to fall into endless darkness, he vaguely heard a cold voice in his ear.

"I can let you die knowingly. My name is... Nausicaa."

The Mandarin died with his soul broken.

...

One hit kills!

The Mandarin died with one hit, which was something no one else present had expected.

Everyone was stunned.

And what surprised them most was how that black chain appeared?

Who is this woman called Nausicaa?

The little flea was confused, and the pursuers were scared. Only Barrow looked at Nausicaa with admiration: "The King of Blackberries is the eternal... King of Blackberries!"

Sure enough, only Mr. Asberu was qualified to be the king of the Blackberry Sea. She is still so powerful, so powerful that there is no end to her.

As a brainless fan of the BlackBerry King, Barrow was very glad that he finally saw this person when he was about to die.

Even if he died, it was worth it. The spiritual pillar will always stand in his heart, and the faith will last forever until death.

Moreover, the culprit, Mandarin, is also dead.

"No regrets in death..." Barrow looked at Nausicaa infatuatedly, feeling the gradually cooling blood, and said softly.

Nausicaa seemed to hear Barrow's mumbling, and she turned her head to look at Barrow.

"No regrets in death?" Nausicaa smiled softly: "I don't think there is really such a thing as no regrets in death in the world. If you want no regrets, you have to live."

Nausicaa walked to Barrow and stretched out her hand to cover his almost smashed head: "So, survive."

The faint light healed the broken bones again.

Until the terrible wound began to show signs of self-healing, Nausicaa put away the little magic power left.

During this warm treatment, Barro only felt dizzy and uncomfortable, but also a kind of inexplicable comfort.

His consciousness began to become chaotic, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

However, Barro resisted the feeling of sleepiness, opened his eyes and looked at Nausicaa: "Thank you... Thank you Mr. Asberu, can you, can you... also save Birch... and Lun..."

As he spoke, Barro's sleepiness became stronger and stronger, and he fell into a coma before he finished half of his words.

Looking at Barro on the ground, Nausicaa sighed softly.

Since she landed on this island, although she was unconscious, her spiritual sense has been exploring the surroundings. So, she knew everything Barro did.

She also knew that everything in front of her was caused by Barro to save her.

Although Barro didn't need to save her, she would be fine in the end.

But in any case, Nausicaa felt Barro's sincere heart. So, even if Barro's work was useless, Nausicaa would still save him.

After Barrow's breath stabilized, Nausicaa heard a dragging sound behind him. It was Little Flea dragging Birch from the lake.

"Your name is Little Flea, right? I heard you're a ship doctor. I'll leave them to you. I'll go see... Lenko."

Nausicaa smiled gently at Little Flea, who was still in a trance. She turned around and walked to the end of the dark road.

What others couldn't see was that Nausicaa, who was carrying everyone on her back, looked extremely pale.

Her only left hand supported her chest, and a feeling of powerlessness continued to surge.

"The power of the chain is about to end. I don't know if I can still hold on..."