"Huh?"
Ewen felt like his head was about to explode. He could no longer understand the direction of these events. Indeed, art cos from life but must exceed it.
If he went through a few more life-threatening events like this, Ewen felt he could quickly gather material for another book.
"Hmm? Are you angry? I’m sorry about what happened before..."
Seeing Ewen’s expression wasn’t right, Palr repeatedly explained.
"No..."
Ewen shook his head, struggling to pull his hand away from Palr’s grip.
"It just hurts a bit."
Opening his hand, the alarming cut on his palm bled out under Palr’s tender kneading, staining red.
...
The rain poured down in torrents; the wild wind swept across the deck like ten thousand flying birds.
The pirate ship advanced at full speed, and its solid ram carved a large hole in the side of the big ship, like a beast having its belly bitten through, leaving its soft and fragile innards exposed, billowing with thick black smoke.
The pirates threw grappling hooks, comncing wave after wave of boarding battles. From afar, the surrounding pirate ships continued to unleash cannon fire here, making gashes in the sturdy hull. Like a hunting school of fish, they gradually consud the great fish, Hert.
The sailors took up arms and engaged in gunfights with the boarding pirates. The situation was still under control for now, but Hert knew it was only temporary. Hert had the power to kill all the pirates, but he couldn’t stop the big ship from sinking.
Hert needed to find a way to break through, but this ti, the pirates were clearly well-prepared. They used a rchant ship as bait. Only when he arrived did they erge from behind the horizon, waves rising up, with pirate ships sealing off all escape routes for Hert.
"Damn it!"
Hert’s heart beca anxious. For the Tidefolk, a ship was an extrely important thing. It’s not just a ans of livelihood; it’s also their moving fortress, their ho for a lifeti. The big ship beneath his feet was Hert’s ho. To integrate with the Tidefolk’s traditions, Hert’s wife and daughter always sailed with him.
His wife and daughter were only a wall away from the all-encompassing cannon fire and death. Hert knew the sturdy Void Realm would protect them, but he still felt furious due to his own misjudgnt and negligence.
Hert needed to quickly kill all these people and command the sailors to escape this hopeless situation. But first, Hert had to deal with this troubleso fellow in front of him.
This rcenary was unexpectedly tough. Even after Hert drove him back repeatedly, he stubbornly raised his broken sword, swearing to stop him until the last mont.
Hert didn’t want to waste any more ti. A blinding light burst from his body, and the Alchemy Matrix blazed into a fiery glow. Just as he was about to deliver a fatal blow, a deafening explosion erupted from the ship’s hull. The entire big ship shook violently, and thick smoke billowed up into the clouds.
Another pirate ship ramd into the big ship. This ti, the ram penetrated through layer upon layer of tal, with half the ship embedded into the big ship’s hull, like a Dagger piercing the heart. The attack reached the fuel chamber, causing massive amounts of fuel to leak out, igniting into a raging fire and creating a deadly firewall on the sea surface.
Continuous explosions occurred within the hull, rolling flas swept rapidly through the passages. So sailors who couldn’t escape in ti were directly burned into charcoal by the fire, while others, still afla, scread as they leapt into the sea, leaving no sound after a splash.
Hert’s face turned ashen, releasing his murderous intent at dawn, stepping forward with heavy footsteps. But as his steps landed on the wet deck, the structure beneath shattered with a crash, replaced by scratched, dilapidated iron plates.
The sound of cannon fire gradually faded away, replaced by the rushing sound of torrents entering his ears. The scene before his eyes was collapsing and decaying, and soon a dim, narrow path erged before him. The figure of the rcenary overlapped with another familiar face, and Hert quickly called out his na.
"Nolen?"
Hert broke free from the hallucination, his gaze bewildered.
The distant cries of the Bai Ou turned low, not knowing what happened. Perhaps the Canary had completely controlled him by so ans.
The influence of the Injury of Bliss lingered on, though not as intense as before. As for the pain in his mind, Hert was long accustod to it.
Ti was running out for Hert. He needed to chop off Gold’s arm and retrieve that object as soon as possible. As for Bai Ou, Hert didn’t care much about that Undead. Bai Ou was just an agent. The real entity dealing with Hert was that abhorrent Devil. As long as he accomplished what she needed, she would fulfill all her promises.
"Long ti no see, brother."
Hert’s smile turned ferocious, but his eyes still carried the sorrow born from the hallucination.
Nolen remained silent. He understood very well what had happened to Hert. What he needed to do now was just to hold him off.
At this mont, Hert also noticed the people behind Nolen. They were retreating quickly. Gold’s tall figure was imdiately noticeable.
"Don’t do this, Hert."
Nolen persuaded, but this ti there was no rcy in his eyes. He tried to stall Hert and looked for an opportunity to counterattack.
Hert gave Nolen a disdainful smile and whispered, "Rember our childhood gas? You could never catch ."
With those words, Hert’s figure transford into an untouchable mist, sweeping directly past Nolen. The narrow environnt couldn’t hinder Hert in the slightest.
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