Rimbaud tilted his head with difficulty, his blue eyes were frozen, and he looked at the distorted reflection of the pearl on the sea with frozen eyes.
The boy got too close, and the fish hiding beside Rimbaud and the corpse of the baby in his arms turned into swimming skeletons, and the vigorous life turned gray and white, slipped from Rimbaud's hands, and fell into the water with a soft plop.
The wounds caused by the Dead Sea Heart Rock Knife cannot heal quickly, and will expand the corrosion and absorb the vitality of the injured.
"Is this what you think is the right thing?" Rimbaud asked in a hoarse voice, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and dropped into the water drop by drop viscously, being swallowed by the skeleton fish.
The boy's hand holding the black knife trembled, his sapphire blue eyes were covered with mist.
The sea was silent, and the people on the deck held their breath, covered their mouths and noses and watched nervously the battle for the throne. Even the special forces of the Shark Force were not qualified to intervene in this level of battle, let alone unarmed civilians like them.
Suddenly, an old man clasped his hands and fingers in front of his chest, and muttered silently about the blessings of the sea god. People suddenly woke up and clasped their hands in front of their chests to pray one by one. They could do nothing but express their piety in the most primitive and simple way.
Subtle prayers fluttered in the wind, and every word fell into the sea, giving birth to a tiny jellyfish, with dots of blue light on the sea surface, and the jellyfish gathered towards Rimbaud and merged into his wound.
Rimbaud grasped the blade in front of his chest, the palm of his hand was cut by the sharp blade, blood oozes from the fingers, the Dead Sea Heart Rock Knife piercing through his chest was pulled out from his chest by Rimbaud, the blood spurted, The blood splashed onto Pearl Boy's snow-white face, which gave his body a bright color.
"Tch." Sitting on the mast of the transparent ship made of pearl hydrated steel, the immortal soul looked at Rimbaud's wound that was likely to heal, and his expression became gloomy and irritable.
The temperature on the sea surface is getting colder, and the night fog is falling. A light white mist rises from the sea surface, and gradually thickens, covering the entire sea surface. The outline of the city in the distance is lost in the mist. Gradually, the ship is also shrouded in thick fog. , People can't even see each other's faces clearly.
On the transparent deck of the ghost ship, an alpha experiment body with the head of a deer appeared. The gray-white Xia Shilu was summoned by the undead and was releasing mist.
The undead lied lightly in the air, lowered his head and smiled at Pearl: "My lord, this sea is yours, and whatever you think is right, he is nothing."
A smooth mirror unfolded under the transparent ghost ship, and the undead floated in the air, while his corresponding mirror was a flying golden angel. The angel spread his hands, and the mirror surged like the surface of the sea. A gray-white mermaid jumped out of the water. Fall back into the mirror.
Swarms of gray-and-white merfolk climbed up the ghost ship's transparent steel walls onto the deck, finned merfolk hovering in the sky, singing the tune-changed song of the siren.
Wei Lan and Feng Lang were the first to feel the weirdness of the singing. Feng Lang used his J1 ability to color the carpet, and sea anemones grew everywhere on the deck of the ship. Their soft tentacles swayed gently, and the civilians on the ship were like protecting clownfish. Protect up. (Barrier ability, offset all mental damage and a small amount of physical damage)
Rimbaud tightly gripped the blade of the Dead Sea Heart Rock, blood fell into the water along his fingertips, he raised his eyelids and watched the young man retreating from him. The young man was eager to escape from here, with the white cloth of the undead on his shoulders facing the transparent ghost. The ship flew away.
"Don't run away." Rimbaud raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his lips, "You can clean up the mess you left, and running away is nothing."
The young man didn't dare to look at him, didn't dare to meet these majestic and contemptuous eyes, he felt ashamed just by looking at him.
"What is this? It's so interesting." Eternal Undead curiously fiddled with the cruise missile made of hydrated steel on the transparent ship in the same proportion, manipulated the barrel and slowly turned to the ship of PBBs, raised the corners of his lips and asked wearing the Marine Corps Wei Lan and Feng Lang in combat uniforms: "Hey, are you the police? I hate the police."
Wei Lan gestured backwards, signaling to activate the air defense interceptor missiles, but if the missiles were really exchanged at such a short distance, the ship would also be sunk by the shock wave.
The undead called Pearl: "Hey, make me a cannonball, I want to play with this."
The boy shook his head dully, feeling that he had done something wrong.
The undead didn't care about it, and floated to Pearl's side, and chuckled in his ear: "I'll give you a chance to take revenge, so what's there to be afraid of? He never cared about you, so why should you repay him?"
The undead floated around the pearl twice, then turned to face Rimbaud: "Then I will do it for you."
Rimbaud gritted his teeth. Although the bleeding on his chest had stopped, the pain hadn't diminished by half. He couldn't take a big breath, because even a slight heave would cause severe pain to the sternum.
He felt a heaviness and dizziness, his eyes flickering, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. He should have fallen, but he couldn't. He was connected to the life of the sea, and his inherent responsibility destined him to Skeleton Crush also has to protect this surging blue world.
Rimbaud closed his eyes, and let out a long whale sound from his throat, and the long sound was sent to the distance with the waves. As if calling for something.
Everyone was quiet, and an illusory bell rang from nowhere.
Dingling, Dingling, from far to near.
Rimbaud suddenly put away his attacking posture, his expression became calm, his eyes curved into icy arcs, and he raised his hand and threw the Dead Sea Heart Rock Knife out. .
Pearl picked up the knife hesitantly, and the Dead Sea core rock was cast into the shape of a pistol in his hands. Only he can use the Dead Sea core rock to forge thermal weapons, which Rimbaud cannot do.
He pulled himself together, loaded the gun, raised his head to face Rimbaud, but was startled suddenly.
In the thick fog and darkness behind Rimbaud, a huge silhouette of shadows appeared. The edges of the silhouette were not smooth, but fine and white.
In an instant, on both sides of Rimbaud's back, two cold blue lion eyes with a diameter of one meter suddenly opened, and the blue light was as bright as a flame.
The dense fog was dispelled, and a ferocious white lion raised its body from the water. A tall figure comparable to a prehistoric behemoth covered the outline of the shadow on the deck of the ship, and two bright blue eyes dragged out two bright blue bands of persistent vision. , the long lion tail swayed dangerously, and the black spar bell hanging from the tail jingled softly.
The white lion took a step forward, and a piece of hydrated steel was formed under his feet to support his tonnage-sized body.
Rimbaud sat sideways on top of the white lion's head. In contrast, his tiny body was in stark contrast to the huge white lion. The fish tail hung on the white lion's cheek, and gently scratched his beard with the tip of the tail.
Rimbaud gradually laughed, his shoulders twitched, and the terrifying laughter echoed on the empty sea. He opened his eyes, the dark blue color became bright indigo, and his condescending gaze was indifferent and cruel, revealing the sharp shark eyes. Facing Pearl who picked up the knife again, he showed his arrogance when facing the rebels who challenged the royal power: "You are very capable. Then come and overthrow me, according to the rules of the sea clan, kill me, and sit down." In this position, I have killed too many traitors in the past 200 years, and I am not short of you... Cough."
Blood overflowed from the corner of Rimbaud's lips again, and the wound on his chest was twitched and split open by his laughter. The blood flowed down and fell on the white lion's head, dirtying his snow-white hair, and flowing into the huge, pure blue lion. into the eyes of the planet, and then trickle down from the lower eyelids.