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Alger observed that the young sailor didn't seem to care about the situation in front of him at all, but looked towards the battlefield further away.
Perhaps because he was angered, or perhaps because he wanted to wash away his sins with a storm, the burly figure drove the wave wall towards him.
The water on the sea surface was turbulent and turbulent, and those ships that had no time to leave the vicinity were swallowed up by the sea.
As the wave wall approached, the Blue Vengeance that Alger was on began to bump up and down, as if it was about to be broken into pieces.
After thinking for a moment, Alger stepped forward and said in horror: "We are no match at all. We should leave the territory of the Church of Storms as soon as possible."
"Mr. Captain, do you want me to win or the Church of Storms to win?"
"Of course you win, we are in the same boat now." Alger could only say what he said against his will.
"Mr. Captain, you have a very good sense."
The cute crew member smiled, and then asked Alger to drive the Blue Revenge with all his strength and sail towards the huge wall of waves that was coming.
This is a near-suicidal act.
Alger instinctively felt something was wrong, but he did not dare to directly go against the young crew member's will. Along the way, anyone who dared to disobey would have been ruined.
"If the situation goes bad, I will have no choice but to abandon the ship and escape."
Alger was reluctant to part with the Blue Revenge, but right now his life safety was the most important thing.
He came to the cab, turned on the engine at full speed, adjusted the course, and the Blue Revenge sailed upstream against the wave wall.
I thought the Blue Revenge would be crushed by the hundred-foot wave wall, but I didn't expect that the Blue Revenge would actually follow the wave wall.
The wall goes up against the flow at a vertical angle of nearly ninety degrees!
This unscientific!
Seeing this scene, Alger's eyes widened and he felt fear in his heart.
The strength of that young crew member is so terrifying, he can actually do this easily!
What's even more amazing is that even though the Youlan Revenge sailed upstream like this, it didn't feel any weightlessness, and the things on the ship didn't fall straight down as a result, but remained in place.
It seems that the place where the Blue Revenge is sailing now is a calm sea, instead of a terrifying giant wave that can swallow up all ships.
As the Blue Revenge climbed to the top along the huge waves, the thunder that had been suppressed for a long time in the sky finally turned into terrifying beasts, rushing down one after another.
Alger's body began to tremble and his limbs became weak. In front of this magnificent power, he felt the urge to kneel down and worship.
But just when he thought the Blue Revenge would be torn apart by thunder, a magical scene happened again.
Those falling thunderbolts suddenly disappeared just when they were about to touch the Blue Revenge!
It's the power of space!
Alger's heart trembled. This time he looked very carefully. When the thunder falling from the sky was about to touch the hull of the Blue Revenge, the space was slightly distorted.
It's just that this kind of distortion is difficult to detect under the vast cover of lightning.
He only saw the subtle spatial distortion when several thunderbolts passed by the hull of the ship.
Distorting space, which extraordinary path is this?
Alger thought about it and still couldn't make a correct judgment on this.
He sighed and continued to follow the instructions of the young crew member to adjust the course and move forward.
At this time, Youlan Revenge was already level with the burly figure.
He was standing alone in front of the Blue Revenge. His already burly figure was more like a giant wall at this moment. Anyone who wanted to get through here would have to pay a heavy price.
Until Alger flew over his head in the Blue Revenge.
Alger suddenly woke up, and then subconsciously glanced back.
I saw a burly figure standing on the waves. The body was invisible and divided into countless pieces, and then was swallowed by the sea.
This scene is like eating raw fish on a daily basis, with the knife accurately cutting it, leaving behind thin and transparent fish slices.
It's just that the person who tastes is not him, but the sea that embraces everything.
Various emotions of fear, shock, and powerlessness flooded into Alger's heart.
He didn't know which person from the Church of Storms this burly figure was, but he was certain that this person was definitely a powerful Beyonder of Sequence 4 or above.
But even such an existence couldn't fight against the young crew member, and there wasn't even a decent counterattack.
This is because there is an insurmountable gap in strength between them.
As the burly figure died, everything returned to normal on the sea.
The Blue Revenge sailed smoothly on the sea and passed majestically through the gate of the Church of Storms, followed by some ships that were lucky enough not to be swallowed by the wave wall.
Chapter 198 When you drink this bowl of assassin potion, you will never
An ordinary cat
Hasta was in a good mood today. He was sitting on the balcony on the second floor, drinking a cold fruit drink, petting the cat, and occasionally admiring the setting sun in the distance.
Since she rejected Mrs. Germani's invitation last time, she has never written to herself again, nor has she visited her directly.
It seemed that his advice had an effect.
Another thing that is gratifying is that Sharon and the others have found extraordinary materials for the assassin's potion formula. All he has to do is go to the Brave Bar to trade tonight.
Hastur lowered his head slightly and said with a serious face: "After tonight, you will no longer be an ordinary cat. You can no longer touch the lust of the world. If you are tempted, you will fall into the abyss. It’s miserable.”
"Meow?"
Azshara opened her big eyes and looked at Hastur in confusion, then raised her head and licked the palm of Hastur's hand.
"You'll understand later."
"Meow."
Azshara turned over, changed her position, and curled up in Hastur's arms.
At about eight o'clock in the evening, Hastur brought a certain amount of gold pounds, and also brought the final chapter of "Pinocchio" that Sharon had been looking forward to.
The Brave Bar was still lively, and Hastur's arrival quickly attracted Kaspars' attention. He led Hastur to where Maric was.
Tonight, Maric did not stay in the billiards room, but moved to a more private place.
Hastur saw Maric and his living corpse, but did not see Sharon, which made him a little disappointed.
He was planning to use the finale of "Pinocchio" tonight to bribe Sharon, build a link, and see if he could sense Sharon's emotional fluctuations.
"Are you alone tonight?"
"You sound like you really don't want to see me?"
"Of course, I prefer chatting with Miss Sharon."
"..."
Maric was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Hastur to speak so directly.
Hastur found a place to sit down, glanced at Maric, and said slowly: "Rosell once said: Smart people always like to chat with smart people, because this way there is no need to waste time arguing with stupid people."
"..."
Maric chuckled softly, "Hasta, you are more and more in need of a beating now!"
"Oh, I sometimes wonder, why didn't I become a hunter in the first place?"
"Hmph, you'd better become a witch first."
Maric said, and asked a living corpse beside him to hand something to Hastur, which was the extraordinary material that Hastur entrusted them to find.
"The total amount is 100 gold pounds. Credit is not supported and cash transactions are required."
Maric spread his right hand and signaled Hasta to pay the money quickly.
"Didn't we agree before that we only need 80 gold pounds?"
"Oh, that was before. Now I'm in a bad mood. Isn't it too much to take your 20 gold pounds for your hard work?"
Hasta smiled, handed the 100 gold pound note to Maric, and then said: "Want to play cards again?"
"Do you want to win back these 20 gold pounds?"
"I just thought I got pretty lucky tonight."
Maric naturally did not refuse. The two agreed to bet three times, two wins out of three, with a bet of 20
Gold Pound.
Unfortunately, the gambling game did not proceed to the third game, because Maric lost twice in a row quickly and returned the 20 gold pounds that had not been warmed up to Hasta.
"Russell also said: No one can occupy wealth that does not belong to him."
"..."
The corner of Maric's mouth moved slightly. He wanted to ask, did Emperor Russell really leave such a famous saying?
Russell was able to get involved in any topic, and what he said every time seemed to make some sense.
By the way, shouldn't I also buy a copy of "The Encyclopedia of Quotations from Russell's Life"?
When chatting with others in the future, if you casually throw out a sentence that Russell once said...does it appear that what you say suddenly becomes weighty and connotative?
The last time he passed by a bookstore, he glanced at it. Such a "Complete Collection of Quotations from Russell's Life" was not expensive at 3 soles and 6 pence.
Hasta ignored Maric's complicated mood. He just habitually placed it on Russell's head with what he said just now.
Anyway, only he knows whether Russell said it, and now he cannot show up, let alone refute him face to face.
After staying in this room for almost half an hour, Sharon arrived silently.
"Sharon, if you don't come again, someone will be waiting in a hurry." Maric said something rather sinister.
"Maric, it seems that you have consciously classified yourself as a fool."
"..."
Maric wanted nothing to do with Hasta. When it came to his ability to talk, he was far from a match for a quick-thinking lawyer.
Sharon's face didn't show any specific emotions because of Maric's words. She just looked at Hastur and signaled him to tell him if he had anything to say.
"I have been forgetting sleep and eating recently, working day and night, and spent a lot of energy to write the end of the story."