Chapter 279 Death Is More than Guilty (Please Subscribe~)

Quint snapped his fingers in the direction of the second officer, and pale yellow flames that exuded the smell of sulfur sprang up from the bodies of those ghosts holding Achill, and those ghosts let go of their hands with illusory hissing sounds. , Let go of Achill.

The second officer took the opportunity to roll into the captain's cabin, Quint kicked the door shut, and Achill, who got up, quickly pushed a table next to him, temporarily blocking the living corpse.

He got a chance to breathe, and the second officer gasped: "Captain, what do you mean, these living corpses and ghosts were made by the guy I brought on board?"

Quint strode back into the captain's cabin, opened a cabinet, and took out the skull, the vial containing the blood, a pale box, and other items for the ceremony.

"Isn't that obvious!"

Quint opened the blood bottle, stuck some with his fingers, and directly outlined the ritual on the wooden floor of the captain's cabin.

"Let's not talk about that now, block the things outside, and don't take a big breath. I suspect that there is poisonous gas in this room."

Achill almost cried out.

Captain, why didn't you say it earlier!

He hurriedly covered his mouth, took off the scarf, tied it around his face, and covered his mouth and nose.

The door was banging non-stop, the strength of the living corpse was not weak, and the door had already been knocked open a crack. Achill rushed forward, leaning against the wooden table, and competed with the living corpse.

But the gate can stop the living corpse, but it cannot stop the shadow. Those transparent shadows summoned by the 'Wand of Resentment' came out from the gate, the wall, and the floor.

They received some kind of instruction, issued an illusory hiss, and flew towards Quint.

Quint quickly painted the ritual with blood, and a magic circle gradually formed. When some symbols filled the magic circle, the magic circle on the ground was full of depravity.

The captain snapped his fingers continuously, causing the approaching shadows to continuously burst into flames with a sulphurous smell, making them disappear in midair.

At this moment, there was a sudden gunshot.

Achill's whole body trembled, he felt a burning sensation on his forehead, and his consciousness quickly slipped into the darkness.

Quint looked back and saw a bullet hole in the forehead of the second officer. He slipped slowly and finally fell to the ground without breathing.

"Damn it!"

The pirate captain put a few candles around the circle that had been drawn and lit them. Putting the skull in the middle, he pulled out a dagger and slid it across his palm.

Immediately, blood flowed profusely, pouring on the gray skull. Quint clenched his fist, sped up the blood to smear the skull, and kept chanting some mantras from his mouth. These mantras were full of filth, as if a demon was whispering.

With the completion of the incantation, the blood-smeared skull suddenly turned into a pool of viscous black liquid, which spread rapidly on the floor, wriggling and boiling!

Quint stood up, raised his hands high, and yelled a short demonic language: "Call!"

At the same time, the table fell to the ground, the door was knocked open, and living corpses poured in from outside the door like foul-smelling turbid waves. They scrambled to pounce on Quint, like hungry dogs, trying to tear up the pirate captain in front of him.

at this time.

The black liquid on the ground suddenly swelled up, forming dwarf-like filthy figures covered in black liquid, their eye sockets glowed crimson, they let out a shrill laugh, they tripped over the living corpses , They twisted off the head of the living corpse and relieved a lot of pressure for Quint.

Quint couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, suddenly two identical figures vaguely appeared in his eyes.

Wearing a dark hooded cloak with light gray stripes, a dark blue top with orange shorts, a handsome man with black flames burning quietly in his eye sockets.

choke!

Quint watched as he picked up the dagger, reversed the blade, and stabbed himself in the chest!

No!

A strong idea suddenly burst out in the pirate captain's mind, and two filthy figures covered in black liquid immediately held his hand, so that the dagger only pierced his flesh, but did not pierce his heart.

Quint's eyes suddenly turned pale yellow, his body burst into flames with a sulfur smell, and he endured the burning pain, trying to force the guy attached to him out.

This is the flame of the devil.

This is the flame from the abyss.

It was full of filth and mystery, and Sifer, who was possessed by Quint, felt the same way as the captain, and immediately jumped into an ancient bronze mirror in the room.

In that mirror, Sifer stretched out his left hand forward and made a fist movement in Quint's direction.

The ground under Kunt's feet suddenly turned black. The captain, who had just regained the dominance of his body, suddenly found himself standing in the muddy abyss. From the black ground, twisted blood-colored vines grew out one after another. Each section of the plant has fangs and eyes. They grew wildly, entangled Quint at once, and greedily sucked Quint's blood.

Touch of death!

Quint suddenly felt weak. He wanted to snap his fingers to summon the flames of the abyss and burn the vines. But at this time, he found that his arms had melting marks, his throat, and his eyes were burning hot, as if the trachea and eyeballs were melting.

This is where the fog of corrosion comes into play.

With such a slight delay, one ice arrow after another was nailed to Quint's chest, neck and face.

In the blink of an eye, the captain of the Blood Shark was pierced into a 'hedgehog' by an ice arrow.

Quint's body quickly became stiff, his blood froze, and his consciousness dissipated.

After he lost his breath, those filthy figures summoned by him turned into puddles of black liquid again, exuding a stench, and congealed into a black jelly-like object. As for the living corpses, after Xifa switched to the 'wraith' state, they had already fallen down, and even the shadows returned to their original place.

Xifa jumped out of the mirror, let go of the 'cane of resentment', and ended using this magical item.

His figure regained its texture, the black flames in his eyes dissipated, and his complexion was no longer pale, but there was a surge of malice in Xifa's eyes.

He struggled to breathe, fighting the evil thoughts that had accumulated from using the cane. After a while, Sifa breathed out, then retrieved the cane, pinned it to his belt, and did not touch it.

Walking towards Quint, the bloody vines retracted to the ground and disappeared, but Quint's body was already frozen, which made the corpse still stand. A little yellowish light emanated from the corpse of the pirate captain, and they slowly condensed with Quint's left eye as the core.

Gwent's extraordinary characteristics are taking shape.

"Master the knowledge and rituals about demons, and be able to use the spell-like abilities of demons, is this guy a 'serial killer'?"

Xifa recalled the information of this Extraordinary, and words such as "like to please the devil with special serial murders" came to mind. He sneered, looked at Quint's corpse and said indifferently: "There is more than guilt!"