Chapter 182 Lord Huahua

The night in the Isthmus of Lustria was peaceful and quiet. Although the ship encountered wind and waves again, the impact was not significant.

Lynch put down the dwarves and elves, and they weakly returned to the cabin without any further quarrel.

for they had been quarreling all day on the mast.

Before crossing the fjord and returning to land again, the sailboat unexpectedly encountered a cargo ship.

After stopping the cargo ship, the trembling merchants were forced to take in a group of victims.

Lynch and a group of warriors of different races led the pirates who were more grieved than death and continued sailing to the northern end of the Lustria Isthmus.

When they realized that there might not be any survivors, the pirates used poisoning and other methods to try to provoke a resistance.

But the resistance ended before it even started. Lynch slaughtered the leading pirate, and the other guys who were afraid of death were defeated.

In the vast ocean, Eugen always thought that he was not afraid of death.

In order to awaken his talent, he did not hesitate to venture to the New World.

But tonight he was shaken.

Before arriving in the new world, the White Dove encountered something strange.

Since yesterday, there seems to be no living creatures in the sea.

The sea fish caught in the fishing nets were all dead fish. To be cautious, the White Dove no longer dried sea salt.

All sailors believed that the sea was polluted.

Some people said that this was Mannawi's test for them, while others said that they bumped into the Earl of the Sea, and the undead were spying on them in the dark.

The lingering sense of attention reminded Eugen that the latter's statement made some sense, but missed the target.

After nightfall, oil lamps were lit everywhere on the sailboat. The sailors' fear of the undead reached its peak. In order to prevent mutiny, the captain had to comply with them.

Once a crew member dies in the darkness, it will definitely explode the fear that the sailors have suppressed for a long time. At that time, they will no longer care about their former dignity.

The lights on the ship drifted alone in the ocean covered by darkness, and there seemed to be hidden demons in the roaring waves that were looking down on all living beings.

As an oracle, Eugen saw more.

The sea was an unhealthy tawny color, and when Eugen looked at the water, he saw no living things through the water.

The air was filled with despair and stagnation, and the sea wind and waves were dead. They struggled weakly and sickly, allowing the sailboat to move forward weakly.

Eugen did not dare to mention the situation related to the person behind the scenes. He was afraid that the enemy lurking in the night would show his fangs.

This is undoubtedly an ostrich mentality, but it often works.

Eugen had encountered this kind of unclean thing in the old world. It was a dead castle. At night, you could see the phantom of humans gathering around and inflicting burning torture on mutants.

When the mutant in the illusion is bathed in fire, he will be covered by a pair of huge wings, and above his head, there will be a pair of cruel eyes in the darkness that cannot be driven away by fire.

All the people who traveled with Eugen died. From then on, he never teamed up with border crossers who also came from a foreign land.

They, strangers, will always encounter various dangers, and unmentionable existences will always affect them.

Anyone who showed panic or showed that they had seen those eyes were turned into crystal statues.

Only Eugen, who was so flustered that he couldn't control his facial expression, looked cold and unaware.

He used to resent his poor control over his expressions, which caused him a lot of social frustration.

But after that time, Eugen discovered that this was actually a good talent.

Eugen stood indifferently on the bow of the ship. The more frightened he became, the calmer he seemed.

In fact he could no longer think.

He heard groans in the darkness and saw the huge, bloodshot eyes in the sky.

The boat beneath his feet seemed to disappear out of thin air, along with other living people.

He just floated on the sea, wrapped in malice from the sky, the earth, and the air.

No one could help him because he was the only one who saw it all.

Vaguely, Eugen heard the crew's screams full of fear.

"demon!"

"Alert! Load the cannon quickly!"

"Pastor, where is Pastor Moore?"

"Don't be in a daze, man, pray to the God of the Dead for magic!"

The vision suddenly shattered, and Eugen saw the Chaos battleship approaching the White Dove.

Many corpses of various ages were pieced together into its hull, and the cysts and blisters were the crew of the Chaos warship.

There was no controller, and large pus-filled mouths were opened on both sides of its hull, with tubes protruding from the mouth.

As if a basin of cold water was pouring down from his head, Eugen felt nothing but despair.

Where does he know Moore's magic?

More was tolerant and generous by not directly taking away the soul of this false believer. How could he send down divine power?

Eugen prayed repeatedly to the ancient saints he knew. Of course, these long-gone beings would not respond to Eugen's prayers.

He focused on expressing his awe and pleading to Sotek. Obviously, the snake god did not want to pay attention to this hot-blooded species.

His heart seemed to be blocked by a huge boulder. Eugen looked numbly at the Chaos battleship that was undamaged in the gunfire. His journey to another world seemed to have come to an end.

In a daze, Eugen saw a huge torrent of energy flowing through the sky.

The next moment, Eugen's consciousness fell into darkness.

On the White Dove, a human named Eugen moved his eyes uncomfortably.

Eugen, or in other words, the Hushua Lord of Slanwupeck, curiously felt the various mysteries in the young race's body, strangely savoring its unprecedented body temperature.

How amazing! This is the work of the Old Ones.

All young races should be cared for and protected from the influence of Chaos in order to preserve the special blessings left by these ancient saints.

Unfortunately, no Slann agreed with its idea, and everyone argued about it for hundreds of years. In the end, Lord Hustle felt that he was the winner of that debate.

The chaotic aura in front of him reminded the Demon Toad who was playing with a new toy.

It was on a battlefield, and it looked as if the young creatures were going to be wiped out.

The demon toad's consciousness controlled the human body and pushed its hand forward awkwardly.

Pure light descended on the sea, igniting the impurity of the night.

It's just that compared to the magic toad's body casting, the magical wind gathered by this human body is too weak.

But the weak magic power that the Demon Toad seems to have is still enough to make a mortal mage stunned.

The chaos battleship melted in the delicate magic woven together by the winds of light and fire.

But this deformed creature showed tenacious vitality. It hurried away from its intended prey. By the time it disappeared from the sight of Lord Huahua, the charred hull had returned to its original state.

Lord Huahua did not pursue it because this body could not withstand too much power.

There were dying mortals everywhere on the White Dove. The Demon Toad turned around unsteadily and looked at the mortals on the ground who had been defiled with pure life forms. He was in a terrible mood.

It gathered its magic again and killed a boatload of mutating mortals.

The polluted ancient holy creations cannot continue to remain in the world. It would be blasphemy and damage to the world.

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