Chapter 359 Yellow Bird Yellow Bird Yellow Bird
Boom——
Boom—boom—
Several huge explosions were heard in succession from the suspended hull.
However, it was the crew members who were already on board who ignited the explosives.
The first mate who had just said that the half-elf was only of first-level strength was now looking at the sky with an indifferent expression, indifferent to everything around him.
Dozens of crew members were running around on the deck.
Some were laughing, some were begging for mercy.
There were people cleaning the deck with a blood-soaked mop, and passers-by slipped and fell headfirst into a wooden barrel filled with red dirty water.
But before he could struggle to get up, the crew member who was mopping the floor picked up the mop and plunged it into the wooden barrel with a strange smile on his face.
The sound of a watermelon cracking was heard, and a bunch of white unidentified objects floated on the water.
The crew member mopping the floor nodded with satisfaction, then pulled out the red and white mop and continued to slide across the deck.
At this time, the first mate was still looking up at the sky.
He opened his mouth, and it was empty, without a tongue, teeth or throat, only a bunch of red flesh squirming.
A "wooooo" sound came from inside.
A crew member who was running around accidentally bumped into the first mate. He immediately forgot what he was about to do and started looking up at the sky, imitating the first mate.
"Ah!" He looked at the sky with horror in his eyes and his mouth wide open.
But before he could yell a second time, something seemed to poke into his mouth, taking away the teeth under his lips, his mouth, and his throat, all the way through.
All the fear on the crew member's face disappeared, and he slowly closed his mouth.
A few minutes later, when he opened his mouth again, his internal organs and muscles melted into balls of flesh, and then he made a "woooooo" crying sound.
There was another huge explosion. The wood at the bottom of the hull burst open, and a huge black ball with a diameter of ten meters rolled out from it.
The black ball was like a bunch of tangled hair, the tops of which were still shaking. It was a monster formed by the necks of all the slender ghosts tangled together.
They bit each other and twisted their bodies, as if they had met an enemy that they must kill at all costs.
And from inside the black ball, a painful howl was heard.
People are going crazy, and monsters are not immune.
Wilde stood on the highest sail, looking down, his eyes twitching constantly.
"I don't know how much Youla paid you, but I can pay more. Stop your pollution, half-elf. You are committing suicide!"
At this time, he also felt unwell.
At this time, the skin on the left half of Wilde's face was torn off, revealing bright red muscles.
The muscles slowly recovered as they squirmed, but were torn off again the next second.
If you look closely, you will find that the red on the left half of his face is too bright red to be like blood. It looks like a blazing flame, burning his muscles and nerves.
Wilde's original beard and curly hair were also torn off completely, and whenever they grew back, Wilde himself ruthlessly pulled them out.
This is the scariest part.
All the damage was done by themselves! And the half-elf in front of them only took action once.
That is, when the shells from the land boat hit him, the half-elf instantly turned into countless flying snow.
Then, in the warm spring, a blizzard came.
Ten minutes later, the half-elf stood on the top of the sail, a little lower than Wilde, with tiny snowflakes still floating around him.
These snowflakes fell on the boat and quickly melted away. These seemingly insignificant things were the culprits that brought the disaster.
Oscar Wilde also had half of his face destroyed because he was touched by snowflakes.
Even now, the pollution there is still stirring, always trying to break through his defenses, invade vital points, and penetrate into his brain and consciousness.
"I don't know who Yula is. It was Gorza who asked me to come here."
"Gorsa?" Wilde narrowed his eyes immediately.
Although he was corroded by the pollution brought by the half-elf, he remained calm.
After all, in order to track Thor, this ship was just a frigate in his fleet, so if it was destroyed, it was destroyed.
As for the men on the ship...when Wilde signed the tripartite agreement, he had already made up his mind to sacrifice all the crew members.
After all, in this agreement, he is the enemy who attracts the attention.
His subordinates were not aware of this matter.
But what if the firepower is attracted and Gorsa is accidentally attracted over.
That would be too dangerous.
Thinking of this, Wilde no longer cared about the people on the boat, and immediately flew high into the sky, running his magic power at full speed. He endured the mental oppression of the half-elf, tried hard to stabilize his spiritual body, and flew quickly towards the direction of Chuishou Valley.
After the half-elf was sure that everyone on the ship had been corrupted by the pollution he brought with him, he turned his head slightly, and his whole body turned into flying snow, chasing Wilde away.
Suddenly, a sharp voice came from not far away.
The sound was so penetrating that it caused the snowflakes that had condensed into a ball to begin to disintegrate.
So Fengxue turned into a human again, and the half-elf looked at the person who suddenly appeared and stopped him from chasing.
"Keith...Matt?" His voice was still pleasant, but without any ups and downs.
Light and shadow flashed, and an elegant figure appeared on a large tree trunk surrounding the giant ship.
Kismet put down the harp in his hand and bowed to the half-elf.
"I'm honored that you still remember my name. Since you remember me, can you let Wilde go this time? I still owe him my life."
"I don't believe it." The half-elf said calmly.
"Tsk tsk," Kismet curled his lips and changed his excuse, "Okay, okay, actually I owe him a request."
“No.”
"Yes, this excuse is a bit lame." Kismet thought for a moment and put his hands together. "In fact, he is of some use to me, so he can't die now. Can you let him go this time?"
This time the reason is a little more reasonable.
The half-elf did not immediately judge the authenticity, he just turned his toes towards Kismet.
However, before the half-elf could speak, another voice answered for him.
"cannot!"
Kismet and the half-elf looked in a third direction at the same time.
A powerful wave of magical power was heard from afar.
But the next second, Kismet, who was standing on the tree, turned over and jumped down instantly. After his toes landed on the ground, he jumped quickly again and moved nearly a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
Almost at the same time, Golsa, wearing a reddish-brown cloak, appeared where Kismet had been standing.
He stared at Kismet, but urged the half-elf, "Don't forget my commission, half-elf."
The half-elf retracted his toes that had already changed direction, and once again turned into a ball of flying snow, rapidly rolling in the direction of Wilde's escape.
Now, Golsa and Kismet are the only ones left here.
Gorza's silver eyes met Kismet's silver eyes.
One is gentle, the other is playful.
Suddenly, Gorza moved. He stretched out his right hand, and the palm wrapped in pink bandage suddenly opened. A black shadow flew out from the palm and quickly grew larger, like a big net covering Kismet.
The shadow expanded rapidly, covering Kismet's head, almost turning the day into night.
Kismet immediately became alert, and his slender fingers plucked the harp quickly. At the same time, he opened his mouth and screamed silently.
“Crash——”
Just like a mirror falling from a height of a hundred meters, the black curtain above Kismet's head turned into countless fragments and fell from the sky.
It was like a heavy black snowfall.
The moment the snow fell to the ground, it quickly disappeared into the shadow of the grass and trees.
Kismet's fingers did not stop even after the black curtain shattered. The sound of the piano was rapid, and the sound waves seemed to turn into entities, so that none of the falling fragments could get close to him and his shadow.
Only when all the fragments disappeared did Kismet put down the harp. His face turned a few shades paler, but he still had a smile on his face. "You really changed to the dark element? Aren't you afraid of being spanked by your glorious ancestors?"
(End of this chapter)
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