d with the mark "66" on its back seemed to undulate as if alive, spreading out from his body.It seems you've already developed the first generation of battle suit...Darren's eyebrows shot up, a playfu...The saxophone music gradually built to a crescendo.
The music's range is vast, like the raging waves of the sea, surging and crashing with a powerful force.
Inside the cabin,
The Tianlong people danced wildly, their iron whips lashing out mercilessly.
His expression was manic and frenzied, his face contorted with a disturbingly sick smile.
Footsteps kept pace with the rhythm of the music, the sound of whips intermingling with the soaring and stirring saxophone melody, responding to each other.
Slap!!
Slap!!
Slap!!
The sound of the whip lashing against tender flesh rang out, the woman gritted her teeth, her body already covered in a dense network of bloodstains.
A scorching pain shot from the wound on her body, yet she dared not cry out. She only clenched her teeth tightly, forcing a servile smile onto her beautiful face.
"No, no! Your eyes are wrong!!"
Sildes the Saint suddenly roared in fury, his gem-studded hand whipping again and again with increasing ferocity.
You should glare at me defiantly!! You should hate me!! You should loathe me!!
Think hard, I killed your father, I killed your mother. Remind me!
Slap!!
A sharp whip cracked through the air, leaving a bloody wound on the woman's chest.
A woman let out a muffled groan, her body covered in blood, lying on the ground, gasping for breath, but her eyes became increasingly humble and submissive.
She knew very well that if she showed hatred in her eyes, it would only further fuel the sick and twisted desires of the Celestial Dragons.
On the contrary, if one simply obeys and submits, they often lose interest after a short while.
Damn it!! Damn it!!
Sildas the Saint took a step forward, his fat hand slapping the woman across the face.
The woman's body flew backwards two meters. Her face was visibly swollen, and a bloody streak oozed from the corner of her mouth. Her long black hair was scattered around her in disarray.
"What a drag!!"
The Heavenly Dragon flared with anger, gasping for breath as he cursed vehemently. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He drew the golden pistol from his hip, clicked open the safety with a snap, and pressed it against the woman's blood-splattered forehead.
I figured if she could please him, I'd let her live.
It seems unnecessary now.
Of course, a noble god needn't have any pity for these lowly, filthy ants.
Anyway, you've already found the next beautiful toy, haven't you
Thus thinking, Sildis Saint smiled cruelly once more.
"I am so sorry, my beloved wife."
He stood tall, looking down at his seventeenth wife, his finger lightly resting on the trigger of his pistol.
Goodbye.
However, just at this moment,
Sildes Saint suddenly saw the woman's pupils constrict.
Her blank expression gradually began to take on color, her eyes fixed on the back of her head.
"Hmm" Serilde Saint furrowed her brow.
He smelled a strange odor.
This taste, he was very familiar with.
The smell of blood.
An extremely intense, sickeningly sweet smell of blood.
Just then, a scraping and grinding sound suddenly came from behind him.
Sildar Hallwinter turned his head, regarding the ship's cabin door with a strange look.
The hatch of the hold was being slowly pushed open.
And from the crack under the door, crimson blood flowed in.
As the hatch opened completely,
A gale of wind, laden with swirling snow, swept in from outside.
A towering figure, drenched in blood, stood there. Black hair, flecked with snowflakes, framed his face. A wide white cloak billowed behind him, whipping up the stench of blood.
Sildas stared, his eyes widening in surprise. He exclaimed,
"It's you!!"
He stared intently at Darren standing in the doorway of the cabin, his eyes catching sight of the carnage on the deck outside.
Corpses, each dressed in a black suit, hung suspended in mid-air.
The 12 members of the escort CP who were responsible for protection had completely perished. Their bodies were pierced through by rusted iron bars, scattered and disarrayed everywhere.
Like tattered clothes drying in the wind and snow.
Blood trickled from their bodies, painting the entire deck crimson.
Sildar's eyes narrowed to slits.
This guy... he actually killed my men!
Could it be…
In an instant, a bottomless chill surged from beneath Tianlongren's feet, traveling up his spine and into his brain, making his scalp tingle.
"Admiral of the North Sea, Supreme Commander of the North Sea Navy, Colonel Darlan of the Marine Headquarters, has met Sir Silde Saint."
Darren, standing in the doorway, squinted his eyes and bowed slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.
Bang!!
The golden pistol spat fire.
The bullet struck Darren's forehead with perfect accuracy, producing a clang as it ricocheted off his skull and sparks flew.
"It seems like you have quite good aim, sir."
Darren smiled and strode forward.
"You... you..."
Silde's Saint, seeing the gunshots were ineffective, was greatly shaken and couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Darren, what do you want to do!"
"What do I want to do... that's a really good question..."
Darren smiled, feigning thought for a second, and winked at Serilda.
What do you think, Sir Sildes
Sildes's eyes widened in surprise, then he roared with fury.
"No matter what you want to do, you have offended me, you must die!!!"
Watching the naval colonel getting closer and closer, he frantically pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang!!
Bullets continuously struck the naval colonel's body, but they all bounced back, leaving several bullet holes on the deck and walls of the cabin.
With a barrage of gunfire, Silde Saint stared at the man before him, his face full of astonishment.
"You..."
Darren slapped him directly in the face, shattering the glass visor he was wearing. Countless shards of glass tore into the celestial being's face, blood flowing out.
Under the might of Darren's terror, Silde's face contorted like a pig's as he was thrown backwards through the air. He spun and tumbled several meters before crashing straight into the hull of the ship.
With a deafening crack, the wooden planks of the hull splintered.
Sildes the Saint let out a heart-wrenching wail, his bloodshot eyes glared vengefully at Darlan, pointing accusingly at him:
"You contemptible..."
Bah!
Two steel bars suddenly shot up from the bottom of the hold, coiling around Tianlongren's hands like tree roots, piercing directly through his fleshy palms and nailing Sirdes Saint to the bulkhead.
"AAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Sildes Saint let out a piggish squeal.
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