Both of them looked at the sea, the sea between the Maistrom and the slave ship. The storm intensified. "Fan Fan, you know that we can't board that ship in this weather. If we don't sink this ship, then we might lose it and put these people in a fate that is more terrible than death. "
To others, such remarks may sound like a madman’s hypothesis, but Fan Fan knows very well that the devil is real, and they conspired with Morey in this war, and surrendered to them is impossible for him. Endure what happened to his sister.
He collapsed on the deck and was completely defeated by the turning point of the incident. Fan Fan looked at the slave trader, who was only three hundred meters away from them, because it rose and fell with the turbulent sea. Could it be that he was close at hand watching his sister be destroyed by this heinous war in front of him? He couldn't bear it and started to cry.
A thought that hit Gideon like a thunder and lightning, Bonnister may be helpless, but Van Fan is another matter entirely. Gideon fell in front of Van Fan and carried the fourteen-year-old child on his shoulders. "Fanfan! You can save her!"
Fan Fan looked up at the priest, puzzled. "what are you saying?"
A cross wave hit the bow, making the ship shudder under the impact.
"Of all the people on this ship, you are the only one who is not bound by this material world. Use your talent, Fan Fan! Before Bonnister closes the gap between us, find out if she is on the ship! "
Fan Fan jumped up and ran to the railing, his lifeline followed closely behind. "But Gideon, what should I do if she is on the boat? How can I get her off the boat?"
Gideon stammered for an answer. "I don't know... but I know Satan is with you."
This is all the encouragement Fan Fan needs. He focused on what he wanted and prayed in a low voice to the Almighty God, "Oh Lord, please help me to know how to use the gifts you gave me. I don’t know why you want to use me, but I ask for your guidance and strength to save my sister."
Gideon watched his friend disappear from the real world again, and the lifeline fell to the ground. Fan Fan disappeared.
Fan Fan stood on the railing of the Maistrom. Gideon picked up Fan Fan’s lifeline. When he entered the jīng god plane, it fell onto the deck. Fan Fan saw Gideon, but Satan’s samurai The priest didn't see him anymore.
The world around him has a different feeling. The wind no longer hits Fan Fan, and the sea no longer splashes salty water on him. He sees the blue sky blue through his supernatural eyes, and feels this with a new feeling. world. He felt the enemy on the ship crossing the turbulent sea—the devil was on that ship.
Even at this distance, Fan Fan saw the activity on the boat. The crew tried to keep the ship afloat because they were fleeing the Maistrom, but these people did not take the robotic approach of performing their duties like Captain Bonnister's flexible staff. These people are dressed in the crimson and black costumes of Morey's army, unlike Bonnister who are storm knights.
Fanfan scanned other parts of the ship and found that someone was watching him. A demon clung to the mast. At least that's what Fan Fan thought when he first checked. But if you look closely, you will find that the devil is actually standing on the surface of the vertical mast, and gravity has no effect on him.
The devil made a cry of war without hesitation, filling the vast space between the two ships. Fan Fan has forgotten that these creatures can move in the air at will. This was not the flight he was talking about, but a huge leap from one spaceship to another.
Out of pure instinct, Fan Fan's blade fell into his waiting hands. He ran back, putting his feet on the front of the mast, and the devil happened to hit the railing where Fan Fan was standing. Fan Fan turned a somersault from Mastrom's mainmast, holding his sacred sword in his hand. Even in the dense shadow of part of the night caused by the storm, the metal would sparkle.
The demon rushed forward with weapons. Their weapons collided with each other and gleamed like lightning. The demon appeared in front of a man. He looked terrible, but at the same time strangely beautiful. His skin was pale gray. sè. And those capillaries that looked like blue pressed on the surface of his skin, his eyes were fierce and ferocious, and his yellow eyes flashed with black pupils.
Somehow, Fan Fan was not afraid of him. This once-paradise image only made him more angry, because his mind flashed a rebellious scene that was older than time. These are not so many monsters in children's stories. They are Satan's betrayers, pure and simple.
Van Fan fought the demon again, and when the battle raged on the deck of the Mastrom, it was also fighting back. The crew continued to perform their duties, and Bonnister chased the slave traders. They did not notice their struggle on the level of God.
Fan Fan slammed the demon with his sword. The demon gave in, but every time he took it back from the boy. Whenever the supernatural swords collided, there would be a flash of light, which sounded like a thunderbolt.
"This is the guardian of the gods?" the demon sneered. "I thought it was more than just an almighty boy."
Fan Fan didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything, but his anger made him push the fight harder.
"Tell me, son of man, how did you find your parents after we destroyed Salem?"
Fan Fan was unstoppable, unstoppable, and burning with anger. This was a stupid move. His anger would only hinder Satan from using him. The accuracy he knew a few seconds ago quickly disappeared. Fan Fan was confused and believed. Fight with your own anger.
The devil repelled Fan Fan's attack, kicked him on the head, and then kicked him in the chest. The boy flew back across the deck and landed in a crumpled pile near the mast. The devil ran to Fan Fan and raised his sword to prepare for the final blow. "This happens whenever you poor people think you are capable of defeating us!"
"Help me, Satan," Fan Fan said, and the devil's blade fell on him.
Fan Fan regained his physical strength. He felt that the power filled him. At a speed faster than the devil, Fan Fan rolled out of the devil’s attack range. He hit the devil’s face with his fist, and the devil’s smile was on him. Disappeared while staggering.
But the demon recovered quickly, waving a huge whirlpool with his sword, and if he didn't expect it and hid underneath, he would cut off Fan Fan's head. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)