In the darkness, the sound of howling is getting closer and closer.

Yang Zheng squeezed several of his closest personal soldiers under the side of the ship.

The black hunting blood swept a semicircular black light.

A crackling sound came over, and the sound of heavy rain sounded. It was the sound of arrows falling. Ye arrows, and the damn night arrows, Yang Zheng used all his strength to block them, but his power alone was limited after all.

The sound of soldiers being caught in arrows continues to come.

Every scream made Yang Zheng's heart twitch violently. He bit his lips tightly and bite it. Blood penetrated into his throat, making the smell of fishy smell.

That short moment seemed like a thousand years had passed.

Yang Zheng stood on the sword with his backhand, and after breathing violently like a torn chest, the feeling of paralysis finally faded away. He shouted at the top of his throat: "Shield, shield formation, defense."

Without caring about sadness, the remaining soldiers snatched the shield hanging on the side of the ship's strings, and shields were densely spread on the side of the ship. The second wave of arrow rain had arrived. The rapid arrows either hit the shield or fell directly from a high altitude, rubbing their bodies and whistling past. Yang Zheng took a square iron shield, and while retreating, commanding the soldiers coming out of the cabin to carry the injured and dead soldiers down.

On one side of the deck, blood mixed with rain, and sometimes soldiers moaned.

The war came suddenly.

Fortunately, Yang Zheng led the most elite soldiers on the Eastern Front. They were through many battles and were by no means comparable to those of the thugs.

Yang Zheng, who had experienced the night arrows of Honeycomb Island, was naturally prepared. These shields were twice as big as ordinary shields, and the temporary shield formation could protect most of the hull. In addition to the first wave of arrow rain that caused Yang Zheng to lose at least dozens of subordinates, the next night arrows were no longer a problem.

Yang Zheng, hiding under the shield, ran back and forth on the deck, passing his orders.

At this time, only by boosting morale can the soldiers forget that they are at a disadvantage of being passively beaten.

The eight-masted ship advanced at full speed and was getting closer and closer to the Honeycomb Island.

When he was about fifty meters away from the dock, he suddenly screamed at the side of the right boat. A harpoon pierced through the gap between the shields. The thick iron fork suddenly pierced through a soldier guarding there. The shield fell down with a loud bang. The harpoon was raised high and threw the still struggling soldiers out. The blood foam spilled down and splashed the surrounding soldiers.

"Gaus!" The soldiers on both sides shouted sadly and rushed towards the ship's side.

The harpoon flipped back and heard a pounce from the water surface. When the soldiers wielded their swords and jumped onto the side of the ship, they had only time to see the fleeting black shadows on the water surface.

Yang Zheng separated the crowd and came to the side of the ship where the accident happened. There were blood stains. The iron bars thick on the side of the ship had twisted marks, leaving a pool of crystal liquid. Yang Zheng wiped the liquid and put it on his nose, smelling a pungent and fishy smell.

The personal guard Gaus was dead, his wound was terrifying. The big harpoon and the belt armor pierced his chest, and even his heart and lungs were stabbed out of his body.

Yang Zheng closed Gauss's eyes, still wide open, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge rock, making his breathing a hundred times more difficult than usual.

The soldiers surrounded him with their faces tense, their eyes filled with sorrow and anger.

They had never seen the murderer's appearance, and the enemy was so fierce.

The thick clouds in the sky were pressing on the top of the head, and lightning and thunder were ringing almost at the same time, indicating that the fierce lightning and lightning at this moment were actually close.

Yang Zheng's heart was beating violently. What made him more uneasy than lightning was the killers lurking in the darkness. Not one, but a group. His spiritual thread was spreading. He felt the danger was like a sharp knife sticking to everyone's throats, which could cut off their throats at any time.

Suddenly, his right eyelid twitched twice, and he stood up suddenly and shouted at the soldier who was still heading on the side of the ship: "Get back and all retract."

The thunder exploded again at this moment, and everyone's ears buzzed. Yang Zheng's voice was overwhelmed by the thunder and rain. Only the soldiers who were close to retreated. The soldiers at the stern saw the movements of other soldiers. While hesitating, dozens of big blue-black harpoons stabbed up.

The soldier who had no time to retreat waved his shield to block it, but only heard violent friction. The big harpoon twisted the iron shield with extremely domineering power. A green light flashed on the side. Another harpoon had pierced the soldier's body, and more than a dozen buns of blood were sprinkled down almost at the same time...

"Son of a bitch!"

The soldiers roared and rushed to the stern.

But the killers hidden in the night had retracted their harpoons, turned over and got off the boat, and jumped into the water. They came and went into the wind, reaching out their hands incredibly agile, and what was even more unbearable was that the strange laughter came from the night, as if mocking the soldiers' incompetence.

The irritable soldier had already climbed onto the side of the ship and was about to jump into the water to fight desperately, but a figure jumped onto the side of the ship faster, reached out and pushed several soldiers who climbed onto the side of the ship back into the ship, and he jumped directly into the water.

The sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed: "General, General, he has dived."

The blood wolf rushed to the side of the boat immediately, and the waves were rolling below, and there was no trace of human beings visible in the dark night.

"The generals are all in the water, what are you waiting for? Brothers, please fuck you guys."

The Sgoth, who had always been the most straightforward, jumped onto the side of the ship, and roared his sword, which immediately aroused the blood of the soldiers. Only the Blood Wolf felt that he could not be impulsive. Although these soldiers from the Eastern Front could not be said to be unable to swim, they were from cavalry and had never fought in the water. In such a rapid and surging flood, jumping down to fight against enemies familiar with water was tantamount to attack the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings. He opened his mouth to stop the impulsive soldiers.

With a thunderous sound on the water surface, a huge black shadow suddenly flew up, and after passing a parabola, it happened to hit the deck heavily.

The soldiers were as if they were facing a great enemy. More than a dozen knives were placed on the unidentified object that was struggling and twisting. When they saw the appearance of the thing, they all took a breath.

What kind of monster is this? It is mostly covered with tiny scales on the body, with webbed feet and cracked mouth to the corners of the ears. When it was opened and closed, it seemed as if the head was divided into two halves. The two rows of sharp white teeth on the upper and lower sides kept making giggling sounds.

A pool of blue and black blood soon accumulated on the deck. It turned out that the monster's four legs were cut off and he had completely lost his ability to move. Even so, the monster still twisted his body wildly, opened his mouth and bit the soldiers beside him.

The soldiers were so upset that they were about to stab the monster to death.

There was a sound behind him: "Stop, don't kill him."

Yang Zheng had climbed onto the boat at some point, his whole body was wet, and his black hunting blood was lifted in his right hand, his expression still as cold as usual.

He quickly walked to the human-shaped monster and saw Yang Zheng. The monster that was as fierce as a beast just now shrank, and a whimpering sound came from his mouth and nose. After a moment, he made a sudden scream. His waist bounced and bit Yang Zheng's throat. Before he could get close, he had a muffled sound. Yang Zheng's fist hit the monster's mouth. With a scream, the monster's teeth fell most of his mouth.

Yang Zheng stepped on his chest and asked in a deep voice: "I'll ask you, are you from the island?"

The monster's hands and feet were broken and he was stepped on his chest again. It was impossible to resist. But facing Yang Zheng's question, a few mouthfuls of blood came out of his throat and squeaked a few times.

Yang Zheng thought he refused to speak, and as soon as he exerted force, the monster screamed in terror.

"It's useless, he has lost the ability to speak." Russell came out of some corner, squatting beside the monster, his eyes full of surprise.

Yang Zheng was slightly stunned and looked at Russell: "What do you say?"

Russell was grabbing the monster's lower palate with his pale fingers, observing carefully, the surprise in his eyes gradually turned into excitement, and he muttered to himself: "It's impossible... so amazing... so amazing..."

When Yang Zheng faced a strong enemy, he didn't have time to hear Russell say something inexplicable, and interrupted him impatiently: "What awesome, what the hell is this?"

Russell stood up and clenched his fists hard. This was a rare expression on his body, who was usually cold like a zombie. He could not even suppress his excitement: "The two tubes of liquid you showed me last time, I have always suspected that it was some kind of transformation liquid, but I have never found a suitable experimental material. Now it seems... this is the function of that kind of transformation liquid. Look... the perfect muscles, strength is at least several times higher than that of humans, and the fish scales are extremely hard, and ordinary iron swords cannot cut in at all. Tsk tsk," Russell pointed to the monster on the ground: "What a genius research, it is simply a work of a god. It is so great and amazing..."

Yang Zheng coldly interrupted him: "You mean, that kind of thing turns him into this kind of monster."

"Yes, absolutely yes, as you can see, these octopus thieves are all transforming people...those magical liquids turn them into super warriors."

"Magic!" With a loud shout, Yang Zheng suddenly grabbed Russell's collar. Because he was too excited, the sound of the rain was like thunder.

All the soldiers were silent. They had never seen Yang Zheng so angry. Russell was closest to him. He could even feel that Yang Zheng was almost tearing him apart just now, but he didn't understand why Yang Zheng was angry. After a brief loss of consciousness, he tried hard to break Yang Zheng's hand: "What are you doing?"

Yang Zheng took a deep breath. He could not accept this fact. He used people as experimental materials to transform living people into monsters. But just like he could not accept slave trade, no matter how much injustice he felt in his heart, he could not change it.

This is not the earth, not a civilization with developed technology. It cannot use the morality on the earth to restrain the people here.

Looking at the confused soldiers around, Yang Zheng knew that although these people around him were his best subordinates and were willing to fight for him until death, he did not understand what he was thinking and did not know why he was angry. Yang Zheng and they were people from two worlds after all.

It was very sad and helpless. Yang Zheng smiled bitterly and his hand slowly relaxed.

After Russell got rid of it, he quickly took two steps back and stared at him cautiously.

At this moment, the hull vibrated violently.

"General, we're on the island."

The soldiers in the looking cabin shouted, and Yang Zheng came to his senses and found that he had stretched out in the crescent moon-shaped wharf of Honeycomb Island. The surrounding ships were covered with broken wood, and they collided with the torrent to the burning and dilapidated pier.

Yang Zheng, who had always been cautious, glanced at the ugly mutant under his feet. A few seconds later, his expression was already cold.

Looking at the black honeycomb island, Yang Zheng suddenly had a determination to destroy something he had never seen before.

He can't change, but he can destroy.

The black hunting blood flashed, and the fish scales that were claimed to be invulnerable to swords and guns were pierced like white paper. The mutant twitched a few times and died.

“Go to the island.”

Yang Zheng said this gently, and more than 200 soldiers had already stepped on the island.

Although the blood was washed away from the corpses all over the ground, the smell of blood could not dissipate for a long time, and a sensation of yin energy lingered on the island.

The soldiers were scattered in fan shape, with the left shield and right sword, just following Yang Zheng. The bad weather and the terrible mutants that appeared before made these elite soldiers who were fearless and nervous, and their nervousness was even better than the confrontation with the Cangyue Wolf Army.

Yang Zheng did not take the shield, he walked with Russell, after a brief exchange.

There were a sudden sound in the dark night, dense and rapid.

That is the footsteps of the unintentional person. In terms of physical conditions, the unintentional person is no worse than the mutant. Even because they have no pain and fear, they can exert combat power far beyond ordinary people. But because of this, if no one controls it, they are just a brainless machine. They do not have independent thinking, can analyze forms, and fight like humans. This is also the reason why Russell is so surprised and excited about the mutant.

For monks and sorcerers who are dedicated to studying extreme magic, they are like scientists in modern society, more knowledgeable than ordinary people, and also have a fanatical hobby of research.

The appearance of the mutant allowed Russell to see a new and open world.

He had already made up his mind and must capture a mutant alive and take it back for research. He was also full of curiosity about the guy who had developed the mutant.

If it was the Black Mage Tower, the group of powerful ghosts would be so sad.

Have their dark magic been studied to this extent?

Russell was still thinking, suddenly felt aroused.

The sharp screams of the unintentional person sounded in the dark, extremely sad.

Russell's heart aches, his face was already filled with anger, and an unintentional person was destroyed.

The unintentional person needs Russell to use his mental power to control it, and death and survival are closely linked to him.

He quickly raised the black staff, and the silver magic pattern floated and shone. Russell's eyes were like a mirror, flat plate, reflective, and the inverted pupils contracted slightly. In the dark night, the insincere people let out a roar in unison, and black shadows swept quickly toward the scene, blurring so that the figure could not see clearly.

Yang Zheng and others did not act rashly, and everyone had seen the combat power of the unintentional person, so the soldiers felt that even if some monsters were there, the unintentional person would not be at a disadvantage.

However, in just a moment, Russell's face turned pale and nearly transparent.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, waved his staff repeatedly, first there were many unintentional people jumping out of the darkness, and then dense black beetles flew out...
Chapter completed!