armyinform Chapter 869 Soul Chain Warden
Chapter 869 Soul Chain Warden
Chapter 869 Soul Chain Warden
It had just been two days since three captains were killed, and not everyone would be willing to follow Sarah's arrangements.
But the old pirate sailors in Bilgewater had at least witnessed the danger of the black fog and had the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. On the day when Ji Xing calculated that the black fog would arrive, they obediently left the south coast.
Even if the black fog covers a wider area every year, it may be a disaster that sweeps across Bilgewater, but at least we have to leave the first position, and the tall people have to stop the sky from falling. However, there are always some people who think differently from others, or firmly believe that they are right.
In the sea several dozen kilometers south of Bilgewater, on a fishing boat, a sailor said to Captain Old Pete with some uneasiness: "Captain, it's almost dark, aren't we going back?"
"Why are you in such a hurry? There is still at least half an hour before the sun completely sets below the sea level. Today's catch is only enough to pay the tithe to the bearded lady and the maintenance fee of the boat. Going back now, do you want to starve together?!"
The sailor looked back at the cabin full of catches without saying a word.
He knew that greedy old Pete didn't want to go back so early because today's catch was so great, but the reminder sent by Miss Fortune early in the morning really scared him. It seemed that ours was the only boat going out to fish on the south coast today?
But he knew that he could not convince the captain, and he was also reluctant to give up such a catch. Although Old Pete's tone was fierce, he would always share the profits with the sailors according to the amount of catch. This was the most popular point about Old Pete.
He secretly comforted himself that they would be back in half an hour at most, because no one dared to fish in Bilgewater at night, and the numerous reefs would teach any greedy captain a lesson.
Seeing that the sailors were persuaded to retreat by him, Old Pete looked towards the end of the sea level in the distance and snorted.
Miss Fortune? You're just a little girl who hasn't even grown all her hair yet. You think you can tell me what to do?
Black fog? It was indeed dangerous, but as a captain with thirty years of experience, he knew too well that the Haunting Night usually fell on November 11th.
And today is just November 11th!
Will the black fog fall tonight?
What a joke.
Blocking the South Coast five days in advance was just to show her authority as the "Queen" and to plunder some wealth. When the black fog passes, the fools who return to the South Coast will find that their money and ships are gone. Go find Miss Fortune? She will probably say that they were taken away by the undead.
"Pooh--"
Standing at the bow, Old Pete spat into the sea with disdain. When he looked up again, he was suddenly startled and saw a thick darkness.
“Black fog…” His old, dry lips moved as he stood there blankly.
The sailors behind him also noticed this scene one by one, opened their eyes wide in despair, and their legs went weak and they fell to the ground.
"no no!"
"Help……"
"Bearded Lady, Mother of the Abyss, Nagakabouros... please save us..."
No one scolded Old Pete for making the wrong decision, or maybe they just didn't have the time, but an endless feeling of regret had already enveloped Old Pete.
He didn't have time to do anything. The black fog appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. It brought with it an oppressive coldness. As soon as it touched him, he felt the blood vessels under his old skin dying rapidly.
"I'm sorry, kids..."
He, who was always fierce and arbitrary, apologized at the last moment of his life, and then a pair of curved hooks with chains pierced his chest, and the eye-catching blood dripped from the hook tips into a stream. The third hook pierced his stomach, and then the fourth one came out of his neck. The fifth and sixth hooks gouged into his hands.
There was no scream, death came, but death seemed to be just the beginning of suffering.
Thresh, who appeared before him, raised the lantern in his hand and observed the newly added souls howling in pain. “An inferior soul, but the first one Thresh harvested tonight.”
The sailors around died wailing, and were reborn again, joining the undead army and continuing to march towards Bilgewater.
……
"That old Pete? Are you sure?"
On the south coast, Sarah frowned and confirmed with the subordinate who came to report. After receiving a positive reply, she muttered a little unhappy: "Let him die, I'm not their mother... Tsk."
She curled her lips and raised her voice: "Night is about to fall, tell everyone to cherish their lives! We can't fight the undead spirits head-on, the goal is to delay their attack and survive this soul-hungry night!
I remind you again, if after tonight I find that someone is missing and I get a reputation like Gangplank, saying that I am using your lives to fill the black fog... Even if you become undead, I will definitely not forgive you on this day next year!"
"Got it, Captain Sarah!"
"But Captain... don't we need to bury some explosives in the direction of the South Harbor Cliff? Judging from the direction, that place is likely to be the first to come into contact with the black fog."
"It's already buried." Sarah said, "A bomb that can definitely deal a heavy blow to the Black Mist! You all should take care of your own business. No need for reinforcements from the South Port Cliff!"
Sitting on the edge of a cliff that extends from the coast and is at least 100 meters above sea level, Ji Xing can already vaguely see the darkness at the end of the sea level.
"Here he comes."
Putting the cards in his hand back into his arms, Ji Xing stood up, patted his trouser legs, and stared at the dark fog that was rolling towards him.
Start looking for 'similarities'.
The invasions of more than a dozen worlds before had accumulated too much experience and knowledge for Ji Xing. There was nothing new under the sun, but there were always traces of new things to follow for him.
Soon, he found something similar to the feeling brought by the black fog - the dark demonic energy that was everywhere in the dark demon world of the Dragon Ball world.
To put it simply, it is the field effect. That kind of power should constantly erode the living people who enter it until they are transformed into undead. Without effective means of resistance, ordinary people probably won't survive a night.
When Ji Xing was sucked into the black fog without dodging or avoiding it, he had a new experience, and his eyes lit up.
"Haha, it's essentially a field magic that breaks the boundary between spiritual energy and material energy? Or is it a similar curse?"
This time, I really came to the right place!
Ji Xing hasn't tried the means of fusing material energy, spiritual energy, or other energies for several worlds. The last time he tried it was the fairy arts of the Naruto world? But maybe this time, in this world where there is a world after death for the soul, he will have a chance to try some "fairy magic" again.
After these thoughts turned over in his mind, he looked straight at the undead army and the shadow opposite him.
“It turns out to be my favorite support.”
Thresh's horned head emerged from the black fog, surrounded by emerald green flames, the wails of the dead echoing in his handheld lantern, and he exuded the purest malice. His empty emerald eyes had already been locked on Ji Xing.
Unlike dealing with old Pete, Thresh, who possesses the wisdom of the living, can naturally see that the man standing calmly in the black fog in front of him is not a simple person.
“Mortal.” Thresh’s voice was unclear, as if he was sucking a piece of fresh meat. “Do you want to dedicate your soul to Thresh?”
"Hey." There may be many people in this world who can kill Ji Xing, but there is definitely no one who can take away his soul!
He raised his right hand, and a blazing lightning flashed within it, before spreading out with a bang!
The undead, wandering spirits, and even the Ghost Riders that rushed towards him were instantly swept away by the blazing lightning and turned into ashes! The undead army within a radius of 100 meters disappeared at the same time!
Thresh was also enveloped in the lightning, and a shrill scream burst out from his mouth, but two seconds later, the scream turned into a sinister and evil laugh. A dark halo was seen spinning around Thresh, isolating the lightning from him!
“So he’s just a third-rate mage who doesn’t know the power of death and suffering, and yet he dreams of becoming the savior of this island?” He chuckled. “This time, the harvest is good. I got a fresh soul right at the beginning. Thresh is looking forward to more surprises.”
The hook in his hand swung and shot towards Ji Xing's neck like a bullet! Just as it was about to hit, it was caught in the palm of a hand!
puff-
The hook pierced his fleshy hand, and blood splattered in the darkness. Ji Xing smiled and looked at Thresh's ruined face as if he didn't feel any pain.
"No, no, no, you have hooked my soul and my spirit is about to be dragged away by you."
Thresh's empty eyes were fixed in silence. In the past thousand years, all his experiences in life were gone, no sympathy, no mercy, and no fear.
But what he felt at this moment seemed to awaken his emotion as a human being, fear!
what is this?
A...supreme soul?
“Use a little more force, let my soul leave my body a little, and I will kill you quickly.” Ji Xing’s relaxed voice echoed, and the fear in Thresh’s empty chest surged.
……
"It's harder to deal with than expected!"
On the other side, Sarah and her men fought and retreated, trying their best to hinder the advance of the undead. They had no spare energy to coordinate and command all parties, and gradually retreated to a square.
It seemed that they had repelled a large wave of undead, and knowing that they were in trouble, the black fog consciously stopped its "steps" and did not move forward for the time being.
Sarah also raised her hand, signaling her men to slow down and stare intently at the black fog.
I saw something rolling in the depths of the black fog, causing the fog to shake like a spasm.
Suddenly, a skull in the shape of a will-o'-the-wisp appeared from the darkness, with empty eye sockets and sharp teeth. Its jaw was stretched to a point where no joint could stretch it, and mournful screams pierced from its throat.
Sarah's bullets poured out instantly, all drilling into the skeleton's eye sockets. With only a sharp cry of unwillingness, the skeleton disappeared!
So Sarah opened the magazine of her pistol and reloaded it with bullets very neatly.
Suddenly, everything was silent.
Immediately afterwards, the black fog exploded violently, and countless undead screamed and rushed into the square.
"Assholes! These undead are actually gathering forces to launch a general attack?!"
Sarah yelled and cursed, leading her men to retreat and fight again. A ghost with claws outstretched and a mouth full of cold fangs rushed out from the surging undead. Sarah reacted in time and a bullet hit it in the face. The ghost turned into a puff of smoke and was blown away by the wind.
Another shot was fired, and the other undead spirit disappeared without a trace.
To be honest, Sarah was also a little scared. She hesitated and regretted the moment she came into contact with the undead. Was it not necessary to fight these things desperately? Or should she hide behind them?
But when the real dangerous moment came, she had a smile on her face and quickly ran behind a mooring bollard to change bullets.
On the weathered stone pile was a statue of the river king, and she leaned over and pressed a kiss to its grinning face.
Except for Nagakabouros, since you, a demon, also exist, please protect everyone.
Sarah is a staunch pragmatist!
Bang - Bang -
Undead souls kept disappearing into nothingness under her musket, and more kept coming up.
Human physical strength is limited. She keenly noticed that several of her subordinates were gradually unable to hold on and were trying to defend themselves together.
We held out for about ten minutes, during which the spread of the black fog was slowed down a lot. It was almost enough, and it was time to move on to the next defense zone. After defeating the undead vanguard, Seville should also be here to join us if nothing unexpected happens. We will be safe then!
"Fall back!"
Her command echoed, and at the same moment, she suddenly saw a hooded figure leap into the square from the roof of a rice shop.
He landed gracefully on the ground, his old leather windbreaker flapping out behind him, holding a pair of pistols, brass-colored metal hooped around some things that looked like carved stone, something Sarah had never seen before.
Suddenly, the square was lit up by lightning from the two guns! The man spun around as fast as a whip, with almost no pause between aiming and shooting. Wherever the lightning went, the fog burned, and the dead souls disappeared in the screams!
"This guy..." Sarah looked surprised and alert. Where did such a strong reinforcement come from? !
The man holstered his pistol and turned to look at Miss Fortune. He lifted his hood, revealing a handsome, dark face and a pair of sad eyes.
"My name is Lucian, and I am an enemy of the Black Mist." Lucian said, "Are you Miss Fortune? Your effective organization has slowed down the expansion of the Undead army, but we cannot resist the Undead with just guns and artillery shells. We also need enough light. Please let me lend a hand."
Very polite, and an expert in dealing with the undead... Sarah said, "So they are not from Bilgewater, but enemies of the Black Mist?"
“The Chain Warden killed my wife, and I am here to pursue him,” Lucian explained briefly, turning quickly away.
The black fog that was cleared by Lucian did not give up, but surged and accumulated more troops.
Just as it was about to explode, Lucian's holy spear had already been filled with energy, but he suddenly saw a bolt of lightning strike down from the sky and hammer straight into the black fog!
"Ok?"
The black fog was instantly driven back a hundred meters.
Lucian showed a look of astonishment, while Sarah looked relieved: "You're back."
Coming back? Lucian looked over and saw a young man with a heroic appearance coming out from the direction of the black fog and walking towards them.
Lightning? A powerful mage? Lucian had seen such people before, but what he saw made his pupils shrink instantly and he froze in place.
It was because the person who was walking over was holding a lantern in his hand, a very familiar ghost-light lantern, and there were some shadows of souls rolling inside it!
“That’s…Thresh’s…?!”
(End of this chapter)