MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 221

Rimbaud tilted his head with difficulty, his blue eyes were frozen like ice, and his frozen eyes looked at the twisted reflection of the pearl on the sea.

When the boy got too close, the fish hiding beside Rimbaud and the corpse of the baby in his arms turned into swimming skeletons, the vigorous life turned gray, slipped from Rimbaud's hands, and fell into the water with a thud.

The wound caused by the Dead Sea Core Knife cannot heal quickly, and it will expand and corrode, absorbing the vitality of the wounded.

"Is this what you think is right?" Rimbaud asked hoarsely, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, drop by drop into the water, and the skeleton fish scrambled to swallow it.

The boy's hand holding the black knife trembled, and his sapphire blue eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

The sea was silent, and the people on the deck held their breaths, covering their mouths and noses as they watched the battle for the throne nervously. Even the special forces of the Crazy Shark Force were not qualified to intervene in this level of battle, let alone these unarmed civilians.

Suddenly, an old man put his hands and fingers on his chest, and muttered about the blessing of the Sea God. People suddenly woke up, clasped their hands on their chests and prayed, they could do nothing but express their devotion in the most primitive and simple way.

The subtle sound of prayers undulates in the wind, and every sentence of utterance falls into the sea, giving birth to a tiny jellyfish. The sea surface glows with blue light, and the jellyfish gathers towards Rimbaud and merges into his wound.

Rimbaud held a knife blade on his chest, his palm was cut by a sharp blade, and blood oozes from his fingers. The blood splashed on the pearl boy's snow-white face, which made his body brightly colored.

"嘁." The immortal undead sat on the mast of the transparent ship made of hydrated steel by Pearl, looking at Rimbaud's faintly healing wound, his expression became gloomy and irritable.

The temperature on the sea surface is getting colder, the night fog comes, and a light white fog rises on the sea surface, which gradually thickens and covers the entire sea surface. The outline of the city in the distance is lost in the fog. , people can't even see each other's faces.

An alpha experiment body with a human head and a deer body appeared on the transparent deck of the ghost ship. The gray-white Xia Shilu was summoned by the undead and was releasing mist.

The immortal undead was lying in the air lightly and leisurely, bowing his head and smiling at Pearl: "King, this sea is yours, whatever you want is right, what kind of thing is he."

A smooth mirror surface was unfolded under the transparent ghost ship, and the immortal undead floated in the air, and the mirror surface corresponding to him was a flying golden angel. The angel spread his hands, the mirror surface surged like the sea, and a gray-white fish jumped out of the water. Fall back into the mirror.

Schools of gray-white fish climbed up the ghost ship's transparent steel outer walls to the deck, and finned merfolk hovered in the sky, singing the song of the transmuted siren.

Wei Lan and Feng Lang first felt the strangeness of the song. Feng Lang used his J1 ability to color the carpet. Sea anemones grew everywhere on the deck of the ship. The soft tentacles swayed gently, protecting the civilians on the ship like a clownfish. Protect it. (Barrier-type ability, cancels all mental damage and a small amount of physical damage)

Rimbaud clutched the Dead Sea Heart Rock blade tightly, and the blood fell into the water along his fingertips. He raised his eyelids and stared at the boy who was retreating from his side. The boy was eager to escape from here, and the white cloth of the undead wrapped his shoulders toward the transparent ghost. The ship flies away.

"Don't run away." Rimbaud raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "You can clean up the mess you left behind. It's nothing to run away."

The young man didn't dare to look at him, he didn't dare to meet these dignified and contemptuous eyes, and he felt ashamed just by looking at him.

"What is this, it's so interesting." The immortal undead curiously fiddled with the cruise missiles made of hydrated steel in the same proportion on the transparent ship, and manipulated the barrels to slowly turn to the PBBs ship, and raised the corners of his lips to ask the Marine Corps Wei Lan and Feng Lang in combat uniforms: "Hey, are you the police? I hate police."

Wei Lan gestured backwards, indicating to activate the anti-aircraft interceptor missiles, but if missiles were thrown at each other at such a close distance, the ship would also be sunk by the shock wave.

The undead called Pearl: "Hey, you make me a cannonball, I want to play this."

The boy shook his head dully, intuition that he had done something wrong.

The undead didn't care, floated to Pearl's side, and chuckled in his ear: "I'll give you a chance to take revenge, what's there to be afraid of? He didn't care about you, do you want you to repay him?"

The undead floated around the pearl twice, then turned to face Rimbaud: "Then I'll do it for you."

Rimbaud gritted his teeth. Although the bleeding on his chest stopped, the pain did not diminish. He couldn't take a deep breath, because even a slight ups and downs would make the sternum extremely painful.

He felt heavy and dizzy, his eyes were bright and dark, his body and mind were exhausted to the extreme, he should have fallen, but he couldn't. The broken bones must also protect this surging blue world.

Rimbaud closed his eyes, and there was a long whale sound in his throat, and the long sound was sent to the distance with the waves. As if calling for something.

Everyone was quiet, and a phantom bell came from out of nowhere.

Jingle, Jingle, from far to near.

Rimbaud suddenly put away his attacking posture, his expression became calm, his eyes curved with 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 Heart Rock was cast into the shape of a pistol in his hand. Only he could cast a hot weapon with Dead Sea Heart Rock, which Rimbaud could not do.

He cheered up, loaded the gun, raised his head to face Rimbaud, but was stunned.

In the thick fog and darkness behind Rimbaud, a huge shadow outline appeared, the edge of the outline was not smooth, but finely broken and white.

In an instant, on both sides behind Rimbaud, two cold blue lion eyes with a diameter of one meter suddenly opened, and the blue light was bright like a flame.

The thick fog was dispelled, and a ferocious white lion raised its body from the water, a tall figure comparable to a prehistoric beast obscuring the shadowy outline on the deck of the ship, and two bright blue eyes dragged out two bright blue light bands that lingered in vision. , the long lion's tail shook dangerously, and the black spar bells hanging from the tail tinkled softly.

The white lion took a step forward, and a piece of hydrated steel was formed under his feet to carry his tonnage body.

Rimbaud sat sideways on top of the white lion's head. In contrast, his small body looked in sharp contrast to the huge white lion. The fish tail hung down on the white lion's cheek, and he gently scratched his beard with the tip of his tail.

Rimbaud gradually began to laugh, his shoulders twitched, his terrifying laughter echoed on the empty sea, he opened his eyes, the dark blue color became bright indigo, his condescending gaze was cold and cruel, revealing sharp sharks. Fangtooth, facing the pearl who picked up the knife again, showed the arrogance when facing the rebels who provoked the king's power: "You are very capable. Then come to overthrow me, follow the rules of the sea clan, kill me, sit down In this position, I have killed too many traitors in the past 200 years, and you are no worse than you...cough."

Blood spilled from the corner of Rimbaud's lips again, and the wound on his chest was split open by his smile. The blood dripped down and fell on the head of the white lion, dirtying his snow-white hair, and dripping into the huge sinkhole as pure as blue. In the eyes of the planet, it dripped down from the lower eyelid.

My family is too short today, I'm sorry ∑(;°Д°), because my eyes were washed by the smell of formaldehyde when I went to the curtain store, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't open them