The rain stopped, but the thick black clouds were rolling like juice.

There is a dim water world on the ground and a black ocean in the sky. Naturally, there is an incredible scene, which is so spectacular.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

The waves were surging, and with every slap, a vast echo came from the world.

Sometimes Yang Zheng really doubts whether he is inland, everything here is as deep as the ocean.

What echoes this weather is the hearts of all the soldiers.

They were not regular sailors, but cavalry from the Eastern Front were now forced to fight in such a harsh environment, and even their always vigorous fighting spirit was oppressed and felt sick.

Fortunately, Yang Zheng is still here.

He is the flag in the eyes of all soldiers, and as long as he is there, the soldiers will have a support.

Putting down the monocular in his hand, this simple tool seized from the water thief is still quite useful. Yang Zheng's vision has doubled, allowing him to see the scenery hundreds of meters away in such a harsh environment.

The waterway to Honeycomb Island is extremely secretive.

Yang Zheng first led the soldiers to the boundary of Hetan County.

Without Maltese leading the way, he could not easily find the Honeycomb Island. At this time, Yang Zheng began to miss the Elf Prince. If he was there, he would be much more relaxed.

After staying in Hetan County for a while, Yang Zheng, who was unable to do so, could only ask Russell to let the unintentional persons be dispersed and expand the scope of the search.

This day, it became darker and darker.

Night seems to be coming early.

After eating some dry food, Yang Zheng came to the deck, and the cabin was still full of wine and meat.

Yang Zheng himself had no appetite, but forced his subordinates to eat and drink. He suddenly had a strong premonition that the depression before the war overdrawed his spiritual power. At this moment, the thick black clouds in the sky circled together, like a dark black hole. The wind blew violently, but it gathered in the black cloud vortex in the air.

In the depths of the cloud vortex, lightning bursts rushed wildly.

A large wave of several meters high surged, rushing up and pouring on the deck of the eight-masted ship, wetting half of Yang Zheng's body, the bow of the ship broke through the top of the wave, and the water rushing onto the deck faded away again.

The strange phenomenon of heaven and earth made Yang Zheng's emotions full of uneasiness.

Suddenly, I heard a crew member screaming.

Yang Zheng turned around like a whirlwind, and a soft shout came out: "What's going on?"

A crew member who was controlling the mast trembled and pointed at a ball of stuff on the deck.

Yang Zhengding looked at him and his face turned a little stiff.

The hatch opened, and the Blood Wolf rushed out with a few soldiers. When he came to Yang Zheng, the soldiers let out a low voice in depression.

Something on the deck.

It was a human remains, with only a piece of body above the abdomen, a white and twisted face soaked in water, her pupils were wide open, and she looked like she was dying with her eyes open.

The blood on his body had already flowed out, and his skin was like paper. Yang Zheng poked it with his sword sheath and pierced the soaked flesh into a small pit.

Taking a breath, Yang Zheng squatted down and observed the wound on the wreckage.

After a while, he stood up, his voice a little low: "It should have been killed by the bomb, and there are still many signs of burns on his body."

"Sir, look!"

A soldier on the deck suddenly poked out of the side of the ship and shouted loudly: "Many dead people."

Yang Zheng hurried to the side of the ship and saw many floating objects rising and falling from the vast water surface, corpses, wood, leather clothes, and rags.

The lightning bolt exploded, reflecting a sharp moment, and the white and miserable dead faces came into view.

Everyone is a veteran who is accustomed to life and death.

But he was still shocked by the miserable scene before him, and for a moment, the crowded people on the deck were in a dead silence.

Yang Zheng reached out to wipe the rain on his face, and his deep vortex eyes looked at the sky. The black vortex clouds in his pupils seemed to be connected with the huge vortex clouds in the sky. As lightning moved, the blood-colored golden flames in his eyes were also jumping.

Zheng

A sound of extremely clear out-sheathing suddenly rose, shaking slightly in everyone's ears, waking them from their inexplicable depression and fear.

The black knife has pointed to the front left.

There is exactly the direction where the corpses keep floating...

Without Yang Zheng's words, everyone already understood his thoughts.

The blood wolf loudly commanded the soldiers to take their place. The crew pulled the sails higher, and dozens of large oars poked out from the bottom of the cabin. In the neat call, the large oars hit the water surface. The eight-masted ship turned in a direction and advanced at full speed towards the left front.

Thick smoke, fire!

The burnt smell as thin as a gossip filled the air.

Under the heavy rain, the black beehive island, which is as black as a giant beast, appears and disappears.

Yang Zheng heard the cry in the sad rain, sadness, despair, pain, irritability, bloody...

The river is dyed black and red, and the shocking wreckage floats. The closer to the Honeycomb Island, the more stinking smell and bloody the corpse that makes people feel sick, the stronger it becomes. Judging from the floating wreckage, these are undoubtedly water thieves.

Hong Niang, she really led the water thieves to the Honeycomb Island, and really made the vicious water thieves kill each other.

Yang Zheng should be happy. He has been planning for so long, isn’t he just waiting for this moment to come?

Everything in front of him was more perfect than he thought, and the time was ahead of schedule.

But he couldn't get excited, and his faint anxiety entangled in his heart.

Where is the Hong Madam, where did she go with her hundreds of sisters, and those boats?

The thick smoke enveloped the Honeycomb Island and was unreal.

At this moment, Yang Zheng had forced himself to calm down.

He still gave orders in a calm tone.

Reduce speed and be careful.

The eight-masted ship where Yang Zheng was located formed a fan array with five other six-masted ships, and slowly sailed towards the Honeycomb Island.

Russell controlled the unintentional person to spread out like a ghost with other sunfish boats. In the night, the dark figure of the Honeycomb Island swallowed all the ships like an open mouth...

The fighting sounds scattered, and the war between the thieves has come to an end.

In the water, there were constant struggles and wounded water thieves screaming. After the unintentional sunfish boat passed by, the screams suddenly returned to calm...

Kill without any slightest!

This is how the war is. Yang Zheng harshly executed the order that best suited his current situation.

These water thieves could have been captured, but not everyone was unforgivable.

But…is there any more neat solution than killing them?

Everything should be considered in the most favorable way.

Yang Zheng suddenly pulled the bowstring, and a black light flashed, and a water thief who was still screaming and calling for help was shot through his head. The huge force almost penetrated the arrows and splashed out a bunch of blood mist.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Zheng reached out and pulled a button on the collar of the leather armor.

There seemed to be a devil rushing left and right in his chest, trying to struggle out.

The blood-colored sky is smiling grimly.

Yang Zheng felt a huge pressure. Yes, it was only when he encountered a strong enemy.

Although this pressure is not invincible when facing Xiyue and others, the feeling of powerlessness that the mountains are ruthless.

But it was even more secluded and weird, as if a pair of cold hands were touching the skin of the body. The trembling from hell made the pores in the body shrink rapidly.

Same.

Russell is also inducing.

The black-robed monk Qingyu's face was a little distorted. The gray hourglass eyes opened to their limits at this time. He stared at the darkness ahead, his whole body was tightly tense, and the silver magic pattern on the black staff in his hand flashed from time to time.

Familiar taste.

The smell from those powerful ghosts, the ugly black mage.

Kerala!

A huge lightning suddenly rushed down from the center of the black turbine in the sky, and the electric light as thick as a bucket fell directly to more than ten meters in front of the eight-masted ship.

With a bang, Yang Zheng felt that he was hit by a muffled lightning, and his skin was burning like a fire.

The soldiers around him were even more unbearable, and their bodies were swung to the ground.

But, just the moment when lightning illuminates the world.

Yang Zheng's pupils also shrank a little.

A faint chill instantly penetrated his back, and the body numbed by lightning made his voice screaming at the top of his lungs turn into a blurred sob "Little...Little...heart..."

The sound was blown by heavy rain.

The soldiers could not hear clearly. Even if they heard clearly, they could not react when they were still in a state of paralysis.

"No……"
Chapter completed!