“Boom!”
There was a loud bang and dust flew up!
The light blue blade cut through the sky and directly cut through the wall of the warehouse. After a loud roar, the warehouse collapsed!
"What...what's going on?"
Old George, who had been sleeping soundly in the duty room in the corner of the warehouse, stood up with a confused look on his face, looking around, somewhat at a loss.
Fortunately, old George was extremely lucky. Even though such a big thing happened outside, he was sleeping soundly in the duty room and knew nothing about it.
He was lucky enough to have avoided many drowned corpses and marine creatures, but the loud noise just now woke up old George who was snoring like thunder!
"What's going on? Are those guys here to play pranks again?!"
Old George is nearly fifty years old. After mumbling a few words, he reluctantly stood up from the lounge chair, took the flashlight from the wall, and planned to go see what was happening outside.
When Old George stepped out of the duty room, he was suddenly startled. He felt the whole ground was sticky and a little sticky to his feet.
"What the hell is this?!"
Old George shouted. He felt terrible. Everywhere he looked, there was this kind of mucus.
Old George didn't know what this thing was, but he knew he might be busy.
Now, in his heart, he just wanted to curse the guy who made these things. While muttering curses, he looked around, trying to see what went wrong that caused such a loud roar.
Soon, Old George found the reason for the roaring sound.
But at this moment, he was just standing there in a daze.
This...this is actually...
His body was shaking, tears couldn't help but flow from his eyes, his whole body was trembling, and the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably.
He saw a... shell?
No, it’s not a shell, it’s a shell-like creature that old George doesn’t know what kind of creature it is!
He only knew that the thing was extremely large, and the warehouse he was guarding had been blown up, with countless blood-colored lines dancing wildly around it!
The entire port seemed to be blocked by these blood-colored lines, blocking out the sky and the sun. Everything seemed like the end of the world!
"thump!"
With a clear sound, Old George stumbled to his knees on the ground, fear in his eyes.
"this……"
Old George opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He could only stand there blankly, watching everything in front of him.
However, at this moment, suddenly a sound of a sword pierced the sky, and endless sea water rolled up from the sea outside the port. One after another, knife marks mixed with terrifying blades were instantly stimulated and directly slashed towards the huge monster docked on the warehouse!
"God, absolutely God, it's the Sea God who has come to save His people!"
In this sudden appearance of water curtain, Old George opened his eyes wide and his body began to tremble violently again.
But unlike the last time when he was trembling because of fear, this time he was trembling because he was too excited!
The sky is covered with a curtain of water. This is definitely the great sea god coming to save His people!
As for which Sea God...
Old George didn't know about this. With his knowledge, he only knew of Poseidon, the god of the sea. But Poseidon was a European god, and there was more than one sea god in Europe. Old George was not quite sure who the god here was.
But no matter what, this 'god' has gained Old George's faith. Old George now kneels on the ground wholeheartedly, ignoring the sticky mucus on the ground, and worships sincerely, as if this 'sea god' is his only god.
In the warehouse not far away, neither the "Drowning Man's Hope Clam" nor the surgeon "Cang Hai Yi Dao·Yang Huanyi" would be blocked by Old George's little episode.
The attack frequency of the "Drowning Man's Hope Clam" is not high, or rather... it has no attack frequency at all.
It was just a unilateral beating by Yang Huanyi who was manipulated by Song Luo.
Although it was rated as a third-level monster, its strength lies in its ability to manipulate the corpses of the dead to wander around on a large scale, causing great damage. However, its own attack power is almost zero, and it has no ability at all, so it was bombarded here by Yang Huanyi, who was controlled by Song Luo.
However, what gave Song Luo a headache was that although the attack power of the "Drowning Man's Hope Clam" was almost zero, its defense was really not to be underestimated. Song Luo almost used a set of skills and demolished the warehouse, and only then did he reduce the health of the "Drowning Man's Hope Clam" by one third. His stamina bar was empty, and now he could only cut it down slowly, one knife at a time.
"What a stupid monster, Gou Ba. How did you choose your talents? With such high defense, you are worthy of being called a level three monster?!" Song Luo was powerless to complain. If the game had not clearly stated that a level three monster had 10 spirits, Song Luo would have wanted to abandon it and go find other level one monsters to kill.
With such a long time, killing a level one monster should yield 10 spirits, right?
It’s a pity that we have already been entangled with this “clam of hope for the drowned”. It’s too late to retreat now.
"This creature was created by the powerful willpower of those who died. If you want to destroy it, attacking it like this is the slowest way to do it. Quack, quack, quack."
At this moment, a voice with a slightly strange tone appeared in Song Luo's headphones. The voice was neither Xia Guoyu nor English. It was completely different from most of the languages Song Luo knew. It was a language Song Luo had never heard of before.
But surprisingly, I could actually understand this language, which was also a bit strange.
At the same time as the sound was rang out, a new blood bar and name appeared not far away, which immediately aroused Song Luo's vigilance.
"The Frog That Devours the Sea, Tidalik"
The name was very simple, but the prefix made Song Luo alert. He shifted Yang Huanyi's gaze to that side, and at the same time, several options appeared on his screen.
A.I understand.
B. What to do.
C. Attack Tidarik.
Song Luo looked at the options for a while, hesitated, and chose B.
He really didn't know what to do. The drowned man's strong willpower? What did it have to do with the theme? How could he destroy it?
You can't finish talking at once, right? Riddler 4000+
After making his choices, Yang Huanyi slowly sheathed his Mo Dao. With a cold gaze, he said to Tidarik, a frog that looked no different from an ordinary frog, only three or four times larger, "What should we do?"
"Of course, it's to fulfill the wishes of those who drowned... Quack, quack, quack, I know you don't have time to fulfill their wishes right now. I have a treasure here. Let's make a deal. Tell me a funny joke, and I'll give it to you. What do you think?"
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