【Countdown to 40, 39, 38...】
In the gradually icy cabin, the black-haired teenager calmly looked at the white-robed youth with a petrified arm. Douglas was shaking at this time, and he stared at Roja. In any case, he could not think of why he appeared here.
"No, it's impossible, how did you find..."
"You and I looked at each other, how does your arm feel?"
Roja faintly answered the last question for the dying man in front of him. Douglas's face was pale when he heard this. He glanced at his petrified arm, but he didn't expect that only these slight curse powers would make Roja follow all the way.
"Wait, wait, I'm the director of the Holy Trinity Society, and I also have a high status in the school. You, your name is Luoya, you can tell me what you want, I can satisfy you with everything! "
Douglas's white eyes gradually returned to color, and an ugly smile was squeezed out on his face, speaking quickly of his status, but for these, the face of the black-haired boy did not fluctuate.
"Don't waste your energy, what you said is not important to me."
"Then what is important? You can bring it up!"
"...It's important to me without you."
Roja glared at the enemy who had come to kill Charlotte. The cold air on his body surged like a dragon. Douglas's face changed drastically when he heard this. The next moment the puppet master's body suddenly shattered into a bloody mist, making the final struggle.
[Decomposition of Flesh and Flesh] This is Douglas's last means of life-saving. His body will become a bomb of curse power and explode violently. The body can be broken down into thousands of pieces under the control of his mind. As long as one of them can escape to the sky, Douglas There is hope to survive.
Of course, the price of this is the lack of vital organs and functions in the second half of life. Living people are neither humans nor ghosts, but compared with death, these are actually nothing. After all, as long as there is life, in this extraordinary power exists. Many things in the world can be recovered little by little.
Knowing that Roja would never let him go, the puppet master’s spell was very decisive. There was a violent explosion in the small space of the ship, and the huge spell power brought everything up. Sky.
It was a bomb made by the source-level 2 transcendents with all their remaining curse powers. When this bomb detonated, the violent curse power fluctuations could be clearly felt even thousands of miles away.
The battleship Douglas was on was blown into two pieces in this terrifying self-detonation. Flesh-and-flesh sailors rolled into the sea with the broken deck. The billowing smoke obscured the vision. The remaining will of the puppet master couldn't help being a little bit after the explosion. An Xin, with such a powerful attack in such a small area, Roja should have been unable to hunt him down even if he was immortal.
The ability to freeze the sea seems terrible, but Douglas didn't pay much attention either. High-level transcendents have many similar bloodline abilities that can do this, but even the frost bloodline of Source Level 2 can't stop the current one. Douglas, because after [Decomposition of Flesh and Flesh], his spell resistance will be exaggerated, which is why this skill can become a life-saving skill.
Whether it is a college student in Bologna or the angel king of St. Meister, no one can keep Douglas in this state. As long as he survives, he will have a chance to return to the top when he is young.
At that time, this damn little bastard family must be killed!
The puppet master smashed his faith toward the sea. At the same time, the frozen gas on Roja's body turned into a wave of air and burst out again. Douglas laughed at this. It was just the frozen skill of Source Level 3. How could he be trapped
The decomposed body of the confident puppet master dived into the sea from the air, rushing into the spraying mist like rain, but what happened next went against his thoughts and even couldn't understand it.
He still froze.
Why
At this moment, countless questions floated in the young man's heart, but soon he discovered the reason.
Wait, the source of this cold air is... How is it possible!
Douglas fled in horror, but it was too late. In just a few seconds, the existence named Douglas had ceased functioning, whether it was physical or mental.
"You become so scumbag, it really saves me time."
The black-haired boy stood on the sea, indifferently watching the thousands of pieces of meat falling and breaking apart, and shook his head incomprehensibly in the rain of frozen meat.
By the way... Why does this escape-like skill feel useless at all
The incomprehensible question arose in the young man's heart, but was quickly left behind by him. He could feel that Douglas had completely returned to the earth.
"Farewell, Mr. Douglas."
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Familiar ships, familiar decks, when these came into Roya's eyes, the boy knew he had arrived at his destination.
On the deck of the Saint Mary, Roja, who had returned from afar, stood still, panting, and there was frost all around.
In the last half-minute of the [Petra's Blessing] skill, Roja gave full play to his residual heat. He did not return from the enemy's line plainly, but greeted the enemy with some kindness.
Frozen the battleship on the sea and let the huge bones break off the mast. Roja didn't have time to fight with others, so he chose to create conditions for the friendly forces.
The armed forces behind enemy lines mainly demolish railways, and if they can't fight, they can't fight.
Under the intervention of the black-haired boy's destruction, the speed of nearly six or seven enemy warships dropped drastically, and three of them were frozen directly on the ice and could not move. Such fixed targets were immediately broken by the golden warships. Scum, those moving targets with reduced difficulty are also in disaster.
Changed the battle between the two sides with his own power. Roja’s ability to exert an influence on the battle between the two sides is almost a textbook standard, fully demonstrating the terrifying influence of high-level transcendents on the battlefield, but the black-haired boy himself knows. He is not really a high-level transcendent.
【Countdown: 3,2,1...】
[Skill end]
[Blood promotion: 77%]
[Evaluation: high (82)]
In the system's prompt sound, Roya, who was surrounded by the cheering warriors, turned black in front of him. The cold air around him quickly dissipated, and the yellow curse power on his body disappeared. The boy's knees were weak and he was about to fall to the ground. Supported by a rushing body.
Ah, it's Charlotte.
Looking at the figure rushing over, the teenager was thinking about it almost stopped, his body is now as rigid and cold as death, and the tears from the girl's tears hit his chest, making him feel warm.
"...Douglas, that assassin is dead."
"I know, I know, don't talk."
The girl with brown-red hair burst into tears with layers of golden light on her body. She hugged the black-haired boy tightly and tried her best to relieve the cold deep into his bone marrow. The sailors nearby saw that this was no longer noisy, they lifted He raised a shield to surround the two children and watched the surrounding movement vigilantly.
Roja and Charlotte rested on the St. Mary, and the battle between Isabella and Gordon was also affected on another sea.
Gordon’s flagship Saint Martin was blown into two pieces in Douglas’ self-detonation. Although Saint Jie would help Gordon, no one would care about allies when his life was in danger. Douglas’ selfish behavior could be said to have caused it. The total defeat of the rebels.
Not only morale, the flagship, as the center of the entire fleet, also serves as the command center. The rebel fleet that has lost its unified dispatch and command has become a swarm, which has greatly affected Gordon's mind.
The end result was that Gordon was defeated.
The gray-haired old man knelt down on the surface of the sea, holding the wound on his body, his face was no longer serious, and his pale cheeks showed pain.
"Gordon, surrender."
After the battle, the lesser-injured Queen Queen walked under the entanglement of the Golden Soul, and she persuaded her to surrender, but the old man's deep laughter responded to her.
"No, it is you who should surrender."
At this time of defeat, Gordon not only did not fail, but revealed a pilgrimage-like look in his eyes. He turned his head when he sensed something, and looked at the horizon excitedly:
"He has come."