Seeing the shock on the handsome man's face, Eros released a soul shock without mercy.
Andrey's eyes were distracted for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eros, holding the knight's straight sword that had been coated with a layer of death power, slashed it fiercely on the neck of the handsome man in front of him, chopping it diagonally.
The sword, tainted with the power of death, easily cut through the man's skin, muscles, and bones.
Looking at the body lying on the ground, which had been chopped into two pieces by him, with blood and internal organs scattered all over the ground, Eros raised his eyebrows.
A Sequence 4 supernatural being is not so easy to kill.
"I underestimated you. You weren't affected by the dream."
Just as Eros was sighing, a voice with a hint of coldness sounded above the arena.
The next second, the environment of the arena was changing, the colors were being drawn away, and the scene was gradually distorted.
The originally solid ground began to wriggle like mud, with dark red mucus constantly oozing out of it, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.
The original circular dome of the Colosseum has now disappeared, replaced by an absurd night sky.
The moon was grinning with an eerie smile, the stars were emitting continuous shrill screams, there were stars with hideous human faces, and there were dark green fish-like eyes densely covering the entire night sky.
These eyes turned in unison, all fixating their gazes on Eros, looking strange and creepy.
The corpse lying on the ground began to tremble violently at this moment.
The originally separated upper and lower bodies squirmed in a way that went against common sense. The flesh and blood at the broken parts surged like boiling mud, and pink granulations grew out madly.
The internal organs scattered on the ground were not willing to lag behind and kept absorbing the dark red sticky liquid seeping from the ground to grow stronger.
In just a moment, it turned into a sturdy meat ball that was four or five meters tall.
As for the two halves of the body that were madly growing flesh buds, they had unknowingly stood up from the ground and turned into two humanoid monsters.
The monster stood there, staring at Eros with its abstract face that looked like a whirlpool.
Those giant lumps of flesh that were transformed from internal organs also began to squeeze out a pair of eyes from under their skin and stared at Eros together.
"You don't think you can kill me?"
Andrey's voice came from the monster, from the meat, from the moon, from the stars, and from every eye that opened in the night sky.
Countless cold and ferocious voices merged into one sentence, carrying a boundless sense of oppression and enough pollution to instantly contaminate a low-sequence being, pressing towards Eros.
Eros took a look at the abstract and absurd world in front of him, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Is this Nightmare King planning to scare and pollute himself with these highly polluted gazes, sounds, and shapes?
Then he made a wrong calculation. Is there anything in this world more indescribable and polluting than the tentacle brother?
He could even handle the tentacle brother, let alone these, which were just a sprinkle of water.
After discovering that Eros remained unmoved, Andreys was stunned for a moment.
Until now, he is still thinking about leaving Eros with an intact body, and that is why he uses this kind of pollution to attack Eros.
The purpose was to cause Eros' soul to collapse and die, leaving behind an intact corpse, but now it seems to have no effect.
Eros thrust the straight sword in his hand into the ground beneath his feet, which was still oozing dark red smelly mucus, and leaned on the hilt with both hands, saying in a leisurely tone:
"Is this your method?"
He was a little disappointed. After eliminating the factor of pollution, was this the limit of his extraordinary strength?
At the same time, outside the dream, in a space completely enveloped by sea water, the boatswains standing on the deck were delighted when they saw Eros in a daze in the distance.
"He has been dragged into a dream by the captain. This is a good opportunity. Let's kill him now."
One of the sailors shouted loudly, then quickly ran to the location of the gun, kicked away the gunner who was doing something next to the gun, and began to operate the terrifying 2000mm cannon himself.
As he moved, the ritual formations engraved on the cannon lit up one after another, and a depressing and uneasy atmosphere condensed inside the barrel.
With just this one shot, he could sink even an island, let alone a low-sequence warlock who was relying on the power of a seal.
The boatswain was very confident that the sorcerer who was dragged into the dream by the captain would definitely not be able to avoid his shot.
The huge cannon trembled slightly, and a dark beam of light with all-consuming power rushed towards Eros's location.
Just when the light beam was about to hit Eros, a graceful and elegant silver-haired lady suddenly appeared out of nowhere beside Eros.
Cynthia had an indifferent expression. She lightly pointed her slender white fingers forward. A silver moon flew out from her fingertips and directly met the rampaging black beam of light.
The smile on the boatswain's face froze, and his pupils were filled with fear.
Under his gaze, the dark beam of light that was powerful enough to sink an island was unexpectedly blocked by the light silver moon.
"this……"
The boatswain who launched the attack looked at the scene with horror on his face. No one understood the power of that huge cannon better than him.
Such a terrifying attack was actually withstood by someone. How strong is that woman?
Also, when did she come? Could it be that the man's reinforcements had arrived?
With just one glance, he judged that this woman was definitely not someone they could deal with.
I'm afraid only a supernatural being like the captain can deal with it, but the captain is still in a dream, what should I do now?
If she rushed up and started killing us, we would not be able to stop her at all.
Didn't the captain say that the man was just a low-sequence warlock? How come it hasn't healed in such a long time?
Cold sweat began to appear on the boatswain's forehead, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Cynthia just glanced at the Nightmare flagship over there, and then stayed quietly beside Eros.
There are several Sequence 5s on that ship. Let’s wait for the master to come and kill them personally.
Her action made the crew of the Nightmare Pirates a little confused.
Why doesn't she take action against these people?
For a moment, this world covered by sea water was in a deadlock.
The people on the boat did not dare to attack Eros rashly, for fear of provoking the woman to take action. Cynthia did not take action because she wanted to save Eros' life.
"Boss, what should we do now?" a crew member asked the boatswain.
"You ask me, who should I ask? Wait for the captain to come back." The boatswain said unhappily.
As he finished speaking, a hint of worry flashed across his eyes.
Didn’t the captain say that the man was just a low-sequence being who was using a seal?
Why hasn’t he come back in such a long time? Could something have happened?
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