The fishy smell that urges people to vomit is finally gradually dissipated by the whistling fresh sea breeze.

The towering ship split the waves, broke out from the narrow harbor, and rushed to the vast and boundless sea. Below the warship, the sea water originally covered by a thick layer of rotten oil gradually returned to a gem-like beautiful blue.

After a series of fierce and arduous battles, the Xiangrui finally escaped from the attack range of the corpse-eating ghost. When the last corpse-eating ghost climbed on the side of the boat was shot into a sieve by a series of guns and fell into the sea, everyone couldn't help but collapsed on the deck, panting and cheering with relief.

"No matter what, it's finally over..."

Feili wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with her cuffs and sighed with a tired look. Even when he participated in the Battle of the Dunes outside the Arctic Port, he had never suffered such mental pressure - fighting to the death with the terrifying and hideous undead, after all, it was different from a living person who was almost the same as himself - and there was a terrifying and soft feeling everywhere in his body, and even deep in his heart, it was filled with a strong sense of emptiness caused by excessive use of mental power. Even if he had forced himself to pour several bottles of unpalatable recovery potion, his physical and mental condition was still quite unsatisfactory.

However, before finding a place to lie down and rest, Feli still has some more urgent things to deal with.

"Fedton, have our losses been counted? How many casualties and injuries... Well, it should mean how many people can move?"

"This. The specific number has not been calculated yet, but I can still find a rough estimate..."

Fatton, the pseudo-Loli infantry commander, quickly wrote and stroked the hard-crusted notebook with a quill pen, and replied casually without looking back, "The mercenary warriors of the Black Island family have withdrawn about 400 people. There are more than 1,400 people who can breathe, but unfortunately there are only up to 500 people who do not need to be bedridden. In the remnants of the Inca army, at least 1,200 people successfully boarded the ship, basically carrying some minor injuries, but few were seriously injured - they were all left behind on the way to escape!"

"That means that after deducting the minimum number of navigation operators, we can gather up to two thousand warable soldiers... Oh, my arms are so sore!"

Feili stood up and stretched her arms a few times, then placed her chin on the handle of the magic broom, and pondered slightly, "... So what about the ammunition reserve? I remember that there should be not much left!"

"Well, yes, sir, we're really running out of ammunition."

Ferton first turned around and exchanged several gestures with the old dwarf Vahiri, and then replied to Ferri, "... On average, each side cannon can only be equipped with five shells, and the ammunition for the front and rear main cannons is only nine. In addition to those already distributed to the soldiers, there are about two thousand grenades in stock and sixty boxes of rifle bullets, but the caliber is not consistent with the guns of the remnants of the Inca army - in fact, they usually use crucibles to make bullets - and in our arsenal, there are not enough extra rifles to replace them..."

"Then let them take turns using the kitchen on the boat. Make a fire and melt the cast lead bullets by themselves!"

Feili waved her hand very decisively, and then her face collapsed again, "The days these days are so evil. Miscellaneous strange things have happened one after another, and all the opponents have emerged one after another. Our heads are almost messed up, and we are about to explode. I don't know what kind of chaos will happen next! So we can't relax all kinds of preparations for a moment... Alas, to be honest, even if there is a ghost fleet waiting for us in front of us, I will never be shocked..."

"Dou—Dou—Dou—"

Before he could finish his voice, a sharp air strike sirens sounded on the ship, followed by a series of heavy footsteps and a scattered crisp gunshot. Feili looked into the sky in shock and soon caught the group of small black dots chasing from the stern.

“…It’s true that something is going on again!”

He lamented with his fate, and then began to roar and give orders loudly, trying to organize several air-to-air firepowers to try to defeat these Flo Demons who are dying... Fortunately, the battle situation was very smooth. Under the bombardment of the sniper rifle and the bombardment of multiple-barrel cannons, those Flo Demons who lack long-range attack methods and are only good at close range hand-to-hand combat. And even their own strength is severely limited by plane laws, soon fell down one by one with rolling black smoke, as if a thrilling game of shooting turkeys at sea.

However, this is just a trivial little episode that was staged before the real strong opponent appeared.

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"...Ugly octopus head, light blue sticky skin, four tentacles near the mouthpiece... Isn't this a spirit-sucking monster produced only in the dark areas?! Well, it's a mutant spirit-sucking monster wrapped in a layer of strange carapace! By the way, it's the pale lord!!"

Looking at the strange opponent in front of him who seriously hit the limit of normal people's thinking, Feili was shocked after all.

"...No wonder people always say that the Dragon Witch Sect is a group of lawless madmen! They actually let the spirit suck monsters run out in broad daylight, and it is in the equatorial area... Are you not worried about this guy being sucked into a stingy skin?"

"Sir! Please be serious. Now is not the time for you to stand by and watch and feel very moved!"

Hearing such an inappropriate joke, the highly energetic infantry commander Feidun was amused and cried for a moment, and immediately jumped and shouted loudly, "... Our soldiers are being massacred by this octopus head!"

Indeed, on the stern deck where this spiritual sucking monster is currently standing, there is a miserable scene of a corpse lying on the pillow and blood flowing into a river. When this guy suddenly jumped out of the portal and fell from the sky, there were only a few dozen seconds later, forty corpses on the deck of the Xiangrui...

Well, this is actually just a rough estimate. In the eyes of witnesses at the scene, there are actually no counting forty complete heads. In the field of vision, there are only messy broken bones and flesh on the ground, and it is not known which part of the human body should have belonged. The white brains slowly gushed out of the lifted skull; the sticky blood with a smell of smell flowed around the broken corpses; the black intestines were picked out from the belly, throwing more than ten feet away... There are not many bodies that are relatively complete, and there is even no way to find a few complete thighs or arms. Such scenes are probably even the real hell.

"Life is a battle. A guy who doesn't even know how to avoid the spirit-sucking monster is not qualified to live in this cruel world!"

The red-headed strategic goddess priest declared so coldly, but at the same time, he also acknowledged the scattered escape of sailors and soldiers... Faced with the terrible spiritual sucking monster who is born with extremely powerful spiritual manipulation ability and can turn the enemy into a puppet in his hand, low-level cannon fodder is indeed useless - in frontal battles, using spiritual superpowers to create so-called "traitors" to let the other party kill each other and watch the tiger fight. This is the most commonly used specialty for any spiritual sucking monster.

Rather than doing this, it is better to let go from the beginning and let professionals in this field deal with it...

"Mr. Kuroshima, it's time to look at your skills next. In short, please give me everything."

Renee made such an advocacy and said that she didn't expect to ask her boyfriend for advice. "To be honest, your boss's performance on the shore just now is really disappointing. I hope this kind of thing will not happen again. Otherwise... we will all be done together!"

She threatened sternly in case the treacherous mercenary leader once again staged a bad scene of "the enemy turned forward like the wind".

"Hey, I'm so sorry for what happened just now! I'll make you laugh!"

Tadao Kuroshima immediately stood up solemnly and bowed deeply, "There will never be any more problems this time, please wait and see!"

"Things are not said, but done." Renee said lightly, "No need to express any determination anymore, get on!"

"Hi! Obey the order!"

Tadao Kuroshima responded loudly almost at the top of his voice. Then, he pulled out the demon sword slutamasaki hanging around his waist, turned around and called four personal guards he called "Xiao's surname", and then howled and killed them... Although it seemed aggressive, in front of a fully equipped adult spirit-sucking monster, such a small amount of troops was really a bit too small.

"This... Tadao Kuroshima has brought such a few samurai. Can it work? The opponent is a spirit-sucking monster with psychic powers, and a pale lord who is good at spells... They are not even prepared for a magician or sniper who is responsible for cover!"

Looking at the lonely back of this small team of Japanese warriors charging for the death, Feili said to Renee nervously.

However, the Red Female Pastor's attitude was quite certain.

"Don't worry! Since they are not prepared, there is no need to prepare at all!"

She smiled heartily and patted her boyfriend's shoulder hard, "... Although at some important critical moments, Tadao Kuroshima's Japanese warriors may not be reliable, but if they want to deal with the spirit-sucking monster, he and his group of minions are experts among the experts!"

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"The brains of the magician Naserel... are indeed extremely delicious! It is much better than the uncultured natives of Mazka continent!"

Rod gave up the bloody and empty "dining plate" and praised with satisfaction. While using his tentacles to take out a white silk handkerchief from his top pocket, he took out each suction cup on the four tentacles in turn, cleaned the saliva and brain matter on it, and even applied a moisturizing oil... There was no way, the delicate skin of the soft creature was really not suitable for long-term exposure to the scorching sun. After just a while, he felt that many of his epidermis were about to crack.

At Rod's feet, there were several broken headless corpses. According to the color and texture of the fragments of the clothes, it was vaguely identified that these unlucky ghosts were all the mages of the Giant Bear Legion. As for the brains of ordinary soldiers or sailors... because they had been completely cultivated by the magicians' wisdom-rich sweet brains, Mr. Rod was simply disdainful of this astringent "coarse grain" that tasted like wax.

He slowly cleaned up his "after-dinner appearance" and did not take the hundreds of soldiers around him seriously. When the four combat mages of the army and the twelve female drown warriors joined forces to fight back against such a spirit-sucking monster, the result of the entire army being instantly wiped out and giving him a delicious meal, these cowards of the miscellaneous army of the Naserel Empire were left with the courage to fire a cold gun from afar.

As long as Rod set up a transparent force field wall and a solid mage armor - he can replace it with the exoskeleton he transplanted to himself when he became a pale lord - he can enjoy the delicious food happily while enjoying the sparks.

However, although the opponent's attack method was insignificant to him, Rod did not advance while taking advantage of the victory and made more after-dinner exercises: because of his current partner, another pale lord Sam had not arrived yet - although the Xiangrui had left the undead's ambushed sea, the spell that interfered with the space transmission was still not cancelled. Rod relied on his unique mental power as a spirit-sucking monster to "reversal reality", and then forcibly broke through the chaotic space and arrived directly on the back deck of the enemy ship. Sam, who was originally a human, obviously did not have this ability... so this guy is still flying over slowly halfway.

Because Sam didn't want to easily pick up his own advantage and lacked understanding of whether there was any hidden strength on the warship, Rod just stood at the stern of the ship and ate in a big chunk, wanting to wait until his partner came to meet... However, what he waited for was not his partner first, but a few Japanese warriors who were wrapped in white cloth straps and roaring at him with wooden slippers!

"Kill me~~~ Go die, die~~~~~"

"The ronin warriors of Kuzakra, a Far East island country? Such a few third-rate miscellaneous soldiers who don't even have the energy to fight, actually have the courage to attack me?"

The knowledgeable Rod narrowed his eyes in surprise, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and raised his black bone staff, "... It's good, after the big meal, I'll have another fresh snack... What's the feeling of the brains of the Far East Samurai! My heart is shocked!"

A flash of light flashed at the top of the black bone staff, and a violent and violent mental shock wave surged out instantly, sweeping through the fan-shaped field that was unfolding sixty degrees in front, violently shaking the brains of all living creatures in this range. Even the soldiers gathered nearby had already worn the spiritual amulet in advance, but they were still not completely spared. Each of them had his heads severely as if they were hit by a hammer, and they fell down slowly with trembling all over.

However, Tadao Kuroshima, who was hit directly by his soul, was surprisingly unscathed, and the four personal guards behind him were also astonished. Moreover, he happily opened his yellow teeth, with a smug and obscene smile on his face.
Chapter completed!