Chapter 182: Lord Huahua
The night on the Isthmus of Lustria was peaceful and quiet. Although the ship encountered wind and waves again, the impact was not great.
Lynch put down the dwarf and the elf, and they returned to the cabin weakly without arguing anymore.
Because they had been quarrelling on the mast all day.
Before crossing the fjord and returning to land, the sailboat unexpectedly encountered a cargo ship.
After intercepting the cargo ship, the trembling merchants were forced to take in a group of castaways.
Lynch and his group of warriors of different races, led the pirates who were more mournful than dead, and continued sailing towards the northern end of the Isthmus of Lustria.
When they realized that there might be no survivors, the pirates tried to instigate a rebellion by poisoning and other methods.
But the resistance ended before it even began. Lynch killed the leading pirate, and the other cowardly guys collapsed.
In the vast ocean, Eugen always thought that he was not afraid of death.
In order to awaken his talent, he went on an adventure to the New World.
But tonight he wavered.
Before arriving in the New World, the White Dove encountered something strange.
Since yesterday, it seems like there is no living thing in the sea.
All the fish caught in the fishing nets were dead, so to be on the safe side, the White Dove stopped drying sea salt.
All the sailors agreed that the sea was polluted.
Some said that this was a test from Manawe, others said that they had run into Count Sea and that 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 he had missed the target.
After nightfall, oil lamps were lit everywhere on the sailboat. The sailors' fear of the undead reached its peak, and in order to prevent mutiny, the captain had to give in to them.
Once a crew member died in the dark, it would definitely completely detonate the sailors' long-suppressed fear, and at that time they would not care about the previous hierarchy.
The lights on the ship were drifting lonely in the ocean covered by darkness, and the roaring waves seemed to hide a demon that looked down on everyone.
As an oracle, Eugen saw more.
The sea was an unhealthy brown, and when Eugen looked into the water, he could not see any living creatures through the water.
The air was filled with despair and stagnation. The sea breeze and waves were dead. They struggled weakly and sickly, allowing the sailboat to move forward weakly.
Eugen didn't dare to mention the person behind the scenes, for he was afraid that the enemy lurking in the darkness would show his fangs.
This is undoubtedly an ostrich-like mentality, but it is often effective.
Eugen had encountered this kind of unclean thing in the old world. It was a dead and silent castle. At night, he could see the phantom of humans gathering together and burning mutants at the stake.
When the mutant in the illusion is bathed in fire, he will be covered by a pair of huge wings, and above his head, in the darkness that even the fire cannot dispel, a pair of cruel eyes will appear.
Everyone who traveled with Eugen died, and from then on, he never teamed up with other cross-border travelers from other foreign countries.
These strangers will always encounter various dangers, and the unspeakable existence will always affect them.
Anyone who showed panic, who showed that they had seen those eyes, was turned into crystal statues.
Only Eugen was so flustered that he couldn't control his facial expression, making him look indifferent and unaware.
He used to hate his poor ability to control his facial expressions, which caused him a lot of social frustration.
But after that, Eugen discovered that this was actually a good talent.
Eugen stood indifferently at the bow. The more frightened he was, the calmer he looked.
In fact, he could no longer think.
He heard groans in the darkness and saw a giant, bloodshot eye in the sky.
The boat under his feet seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, along with all the other living people.
He just floated on the sea, surrounded by malice from the sky, the ground, and the air.
No one could help him because he was the only one who saw it all.
Faintly, Eugen heard the crew's terrified cries.
"demon!"
"Alert! Reload the artillery!"
"Reverend, where is Reverend Moore?"
"Don't be in a daze, man. Pray to the God of the Dead for divine power!"
The vision suddenly shattered, and Eugen saw the Chaos warship approaching the White Dove.
The corpses of many ages formed its hull, the cysts and blisters the crew of the Chaos warship.
Without a controller, large, pus-filled mouths opened up on both sides of its hull, with tubes sticking out of its mouths.
It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, and Eugen felt only deep despair.
How could he know the magic of Mor?
Mor did not directly take away the soul of this pseudo-believer, which was already very magnanimous. How could He possibly send down His divine power?
Eugen prayed repeatedly to the ancient saints he knew, but of course, these long-gone beings would not respond to Eugen's prayers.
He focused on expressing his awe and pleading to Sotek, and it was obvious that the snake god didn't want to pay attention to a hot-blooded man like him.
Eugen felt as if his heart was blocked by a huge rock. He numbly looked at the Chaos battleship that remained unscathed in the artillery fire. His journey to the other world seemed to have come to an end.
In a trance, 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 eyeballs uncomfortably.
Eugen, or rather, the Huahua Lord of Slanwupek, curiously felt the mysteries within the young race, strangely savoring the body temperature it had never experienced before.
It's amazing! This is the masterpiece of the ancient saints.
All young races must be cared for and protected from the influence of Chaos in order to preserve the special favors left by these ancient saints.
Unfortunately, no Shi Lan agreed with its idea, and everyone argued about it for hundreds of years. In the end, Lord Huahua felt that he was the winner of the debate.
The chaotic aura right in front of him reminded the magic toad who was fiddling with a new toy.
It was on a battlefield, and the young creatures seemed to be annihilated.
The demon toad's consciousness controlled the human's body and pushed his hands forward awkwardly.
Pure light descended upon the sea, igniting the uncleanness of the night.
However, compared with the spells cast by the magic toad itself, the magic wind gathered by this human body is too weak.
However, the weak magic power of the magic toad is still enough to make mortal wizards dumbfounded.
The Chaos ships melted away in the intricate magic woven by the winds of light and fire.
But this deformed creature showed tenacious vitality. It hurriedly sailed away from its intended prey, and by the time it disappeared from Lord Huahua's sight, the charred hull had returned to its original state.
Lord Huahua did not pursue because this body could not withstand such powerful force.
The White Dove was filled with dying mortals. The Demon Toad staggered around and looked at the mortals whose pure lives had been defiled all over the ground. He felt terrible.
It gathered its magic once again and killed a shipload of mutating mortals.
The polluted creations of the ancient saints cannot continue to remain in the world. That would be a blasphemy and destruction to the world.
We will try to resume normal update time tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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