Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Loud noises continued to erupt, as if some terrifying struggle was being set off.

Even though he is far away from his homeland and is so old, Baba Yaga's power at this moment still makes the steel cruise ship tremble, unable to carry it. It's like tearing the whole boat apart.

That woman was completely insane...

"what happened?"

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

There is a swift wind blowing.

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

In this silent ocean, where was there such a luxury as wind? This was the waves created by the cruise ship when it was galloping, but now, the turbulent air current made Huai Shi feel a little wrong.

The speed of the ship... seems to be accelerating!

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

A voice sounded, it was a slander standing at the door, he tilted his head to look at the astonished Huai Shi, and smiled mockingly: "Do you understand now?

The gods are cruel, but the White Crown King has no mercy - rather, the curse of the gods is exactly in his arms - what he wants is not the weak, but the strong who can survive this trial.

This is the instruction he engraved on the ship: If you blindly evade and endure, the passengers will never reach the new land. The fuel it needs is soul and death.

The more people die, the faster it goes..."

Huai Shi turned her head indifferently, and raised the ax in her arm: "Why are you here?"

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

Yin Yan shrugged and leaned against the door frame: "I remember we were still allies... Your secret should be to kill someone, right?"

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket.

The leather cover was scratched and looked old, and the ship's name, the Mayflower, was stamped on it.

"In addition to that useless manuscript, I actually found this thing on the captain's remains, a gift from the White Crown King to the astute."

He smiled smugly: "The 'passenger list' that records the names of all passengers and their real identities - with this in hand, it is easy to find anyone, what do you think, Huai Shi, no, it should be said ...the Vampire of the Order—Abraham van Helsing!"

If Huai Shi's 'real name' is mentioned, it proves that his words are true.

"I already know where the person you want to find is."

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

In the silence, apart from the screams and whispers in the distance, Huai Shi suddenly heard Ai Qing's sigh.

"For so many years, you always like to think you are smart, cousin..."

At that moment, the girl's killing intent was fully revealed:

"—Huai Shi, kill him."

without hesitation.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger of the arm crossbow.

boom!

Along with the shattering of the wall, the boy's figure emerged from the shattered gap, staggered back, and stepped into the corridor.

The out-of-control lycanthropes wandering in the corridor suddenly turned their heads and looked at the dark-skinned boy. Their expressions suddenly became ferocious and hungry, and they rushed forward, even slashing his face open.

"Untouchable, get out!"

In a fit of rage, the Pharaoh raised his scarlet pupils and waved his hands. Countless golden rays of light flew out from under the toga—the scarabs that resided in their bodies soared up like bullets, tearing the offenders apart in an instant. Broken.

Immediately afterwards, as a bandage emerged from the gap in the face, it repaired that handsome face again.

mummy.

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

This is the unique stigmata of the pharaohs in Egypt. Every priest who is qualified to become a pharaoh will receive this stigmata and obtain an immortal body.

Whether it is a knife, ax, frost, fire, it is difficult to kill.

After passing the road of Olysses, he was recognized by the gods, endowed with a sacred spirit, and became the lord of the upper and lower worlds, wearing a red and white double crown, combining gods and humans.

But now, although the spirit bestowed by the gods has been taken back, the sacred prototype has not left. He still retains the once noble blood and strength, which will not be violated by all inferiors.

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

Baba Yaga.

She was roaring, screaming, snarling, cursing, spitting out obscenities and curses deeply profane that no one could understand.

Staring at the Sphinx who was guarding in front of the pharaoh.

And a purple bloodstain at the corner of its mouth.

so conspicuous.

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

She screamed in rage: "How dare you kill my poor child, the only child I have now! I curse you! I curse you! You bloody beast! I swear you will be with your master, sink Into this deep sea of ​​iniquity! I swear it!!!"

She screamed hysterically, stretched out her hand, pulled out pieces of internal organs from the rotten chicken carcass, and threw them towards the Sphinx.

It's obviously just rotten internal organs, but the Sphinx didn't dare to take it hard, and even dodged again and again.

Filled with Baba Yaga's curse and "Bobby"'s resentment before he died, his internal organs at this moment have turned into bullets of vengeance.

Countless viscous venom and black shadows spewed out from it, flew in the air, bared their teeth and claws continuously, and slammed into the Sphinx, leaving marks like whiplash on this hybrid beast.

Every welt teared the flesh and blood, and the bones were visible, leaving traces of deep corruption.

The sphinx has become a prototype.

Sphinx.

It's just that the body size is not as terrifying as its father's, only a few meters long, and the traces of the beast still remain on the face of the man, and the brilliance of wisdom has never been seen in the eyes, but the ferocity and anger of the beast.

Regression species, or hybrids.

Like his master, now that the Pharaoh's guard has lost the power to question souls, all that remains is the strength and life of a beast.

However, it was still enough to confront Baba Yaga head-on.

Don't fall behind!

"Cosche!!!"

The Pharaoh roared and glared at the old man sitting in a daze in the wheelchair in the dining room, "Do you want to tear up the covenant! Just because my guards ate your damn chicken? If this is your wish, then I can make it The destruction you have dreamed of is given to you!"

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

It's like Alzheimer's.

But those wolf-like out-of-control people didn't even dare to approach him, even if they just smelled him, they would retreat hastily.

As if fleeing from predators.

Even if he looked like just an old man dying.

Holding the spoon in his trembling hand, he tremblingly poured the venom into his throat, bit by bit, slowly... until the bowl of thick soup full of chamaejasma was drunk into his stomach.

He put down his spoon inlaid with gold thread, picked up the napkin, and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Enough, Yaga."

Kosche raised his head tremblingly, staring at his crazy sister with cloudy eyes: "The dinner time is over, how long are you going to act wild?"

Yaga suddenly turned around, stared at him angrily, and screamed!

"I said, enough."

Kosche raised his voice, as if annoyed, but immediately after, he coughed violently, turned the chamaejasma in the soup into thick phlegm, and spat it on the ground.

"Let's stop here."

He looked at his sister, and delivered the notice so decisively, and said word by word in the words from his hometown: "Forget about that damn chicken! Forget about that room with nothing but bones Shabby house! You've had enough of that damned hell, my dear sister!"

As if trying to pop his eyes out, Yaga glared at his brother with a ferocious face, "Is that why you took me to another hell?"

Kosche suppressed his cough and said hoarsely, "I just...I just want to set you free."

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

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

But before he finished speaking, he started to cough again, heart-piercing, and the hollow voice seemed as if even the lungs no longer existed.

Painful and sharp.

He clutched his throat, opened his mouth wide, and gasped violently. Until Baba Yaga came up, pulled his hand away, took out a small silver jug, and poured the potion brewed by the witch into his lungs.

Carefully, drop by drop.

In an instant, the coughing sound subsided, and Kosche collapsed on the chair, panting violently, unable to speak. Only Baba Yaga looked down at him for a long time, and shook his head in disappointment:

"Brother, you really broke my heart."

Without saying anything more, with a choked sound of crying, she turned and left with Bobby's body in her hand.

In the silence, the Pharaoh's applause rang out.

"What a show."

The young man sneered and tilted his head to look at him: "Kosche, how do you plan to make up for her offense?"

Koscher didn't speak.

He just panted for a long time, picked up the napkin, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and leaned tiredly on his wheelchair.

"Amonomesses, do you know?" Kosche said suddenly, "Respect is mutual."

"respect?"

Pharaoh was amused, "You actually said the word 'respect' to me?"

"Yeah, isn't this a conversation between a homeless wild dog and another homeless wild dog?"