The continuous loud noise erupted as if it was stirring up a terrifying struggle.
Even though she was far away from her homeland and had aged to this point, the power of Babaya still made the steel cruise ship tremble, unable to bear the load. It was as if the entire ship was about to be dismantled.
That woman completely fell into madness...
"What's going on?"
Huai Shi turned around in confusion, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. He quickly walked to the window and smashed it rudely, reaching out his hand to the outside.
A swift wind blew in.
But it was completely different from what he had experienced a few hours ago.
In this silent abyss, when has there ever been such a luxurious thing as wind? This was the turbulence caused by the cruise ship speeding, but now, the airflow of this turbulence made Huai Shi feel something was off.
The speed of the ship... seems to have increased!
"On the ship attempting to sail to the underworld, every soul is a heavy burden."
A voice sounded, it was Yin Yan standing at the door. He tilted his head and looked at Huai Shi in astonishment, revealing a mocking smile. "Do you understand now?
The gods are indeed cruel, but Baiguan Wang is not merciful—rather, it can be said that the curse of the gods completely played into his hands—what he wants is not the weak, but the strong who can survive this trial.
This is the instruction he engraved on the ship: if passengers only try to escape and endure, they will never reach a new land. What it needs is souls and death.
The more people die, the faster it goes..."
Huai Shi turned back indifferently and raised the axe in his arm. "Why are you here?"
"Of course, I'm here to help you."
Yin Yan shrugged and leaned against the door frame. "I remember we are still allies... Your secret should be about killing someone, right?"
As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket.
The leather cover was covered with scratches, it seemed to have been around for some years, and the name of the ship—the Mayflower—was branded on it.
"Besides that useless draft, I actually found this on the captain's remains. It's a gift from Baiguan Wang to the cunning ones."
Yin Yan smiled proudly. "It's a 'Passenger List' that records the names of all the passengers and their true identities. With this in hand, it's easy to find anyone. What do you think, Huai Shi, no, I should say... the vampire of the Order—Abraham Van Helsing!"
He pointed out Huai Shi's 'real name', proving that his words were true.
"I already know where the person you want to find is."
He put away the passenger list. "Follow me."
In the silence, besides the distant screams and whispers, Huai Shi suddenly heard Ai Qing's sigh.
"After so many years, you still like to be clever, cousin..."
In that instant, the girl's killing intent was revealed:
"Huai Shi, kill him."
Without hesitation.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger of his arm crossbow.
Boom!
Accompanied by the shattering of the wall, the figure of the young man emerged from the broken crack, stumbled back, and stepped into the corridor.
The werewolves wandering in the corridor suddenly turned their heads and looked at the dark-skinned young man, their expressions becoming ferocious and hungry. They pounced on him, even leaving a gash on his face.
"Peasant, get out of here!"
In anger, the Pharaoh raised his crimson eyes and waved his hand. Countless golden lights flew out from under his robe—scarabs that resided in his body—tearing the offenders to shreds like bullets.
Then, a bandage emerged from the gap on his face, repairing the handsome face.
Mummy.
No, it should be called the prototype of the path to godhood.
This was the Holy Mark unique to the Pharaohs of Egypt. Every qualified candidate to become a Pharaoh would receive this Holy Mark, obtaining an almost immortal body.
Neither blades nor frost and fire could harm them.
And after passing the path of Osiris, gaining the recognition of the gods, and being bestowed with divine essence, they became the rulers of the upper and lower realms, wearing the red and white double crowns, combining the divine and human realms.
And now, although the divine essence bestowed by the gods had been taken back, the divine prototype had not left. He still retained the noble bloodline and power, not allowing any inferior beings to violate him.
But it seemed unable to stop that crazy old woman.
Babaya.
She was roaring, screaming, going mad with howls, curses filled with incomprehensible dirty language and deep blasphemy.
Staring fiercely at the Sphinx guarding the Pharaoh.
And the purple bloodstain at the corner of its mouth.
So conspicuous.
"It's you... It's you, you bastard..."
She screamed in anger, "How dare you kill my poor child, my only remaining child! I curse you! I curse you! You damn beast! I swear, you will sink into the depths of this sinful sea with your master! I swear!!!"
She screamed hysterically, reaching out and pulling out pieces of internal organs from the rotten chicken carcass, throwing them towards the Sphinx.
Although they were just rotten internal organs, the Sphinx dared not directly confront them and kept dodging.
Filled with Babayaga's curse and the resentment of 'Poppy' before her death, the internal organs had now turned into revenge projectiles.
Countless sticky venom and shadows gushed out, flying in the air, constantly clawing and attacking the Sphinx, leaving marks like lashes on this hybrid divine beast.
Each lash tore through flesh, revealing bones, leaving behind deep and putrid marks.
The Sphinx had transformed into its original form.
A lion with a human face.
However, its size was not as terrifying as its paternal lineage, only a few meters tall. The human face still retained traces of a beast, with eyes devoid of intelligence, instead filled with ferocity and anger.
A degenerate breed, or rather, a hybrid.
Just like its master, the guardian of the pharaoh had lost the power to communicate with souls, leaving only the strength and life force of a beast.
But it was still enough to confront Babayaga head-on!
"Koschei!!!"
The pharaoh roared, glaring angrily at the old man sitting in the wheelchair in the dining room. "Do you want to break the alliance just because my guard ate your damn chicken? If that's your wish, then I can grant you the destruction you've been dreaming of!"
The old man remained silent, just staring blankly at the cold soup in front of him.
As if suffering from senile dementia.
But even the wolfified out-of-control individuals dared not approach him. Even if they only caught a whiff of his scent, they would hastily retreat.
As if evading an archenemy.
Even though he appeared to be a frail old man on the verge of death.
With trembling hands, he held the soup spoon and slowly poured the poison into his throat, bit by bit, methodically... until the bowl of wolf poison soup was consumed.
He put down his gold-rimmed spoon, picked up a napkin, and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly.
"That's enough, Yaga."
Koschei raised his trembling head and looked at his frantic sister with cloudy eyes. "Dinner time is over. How long do you plan to go wild?"
Yaga turned around abruptly, angrily staring at him and screaming!
"I said, that's enough."
Koschei raised his voice, as if reprimanding her, but he started coughing violently, turning the wolf poison in his throat into thick phlegm, which he spat out onto the floor.
"Stop it here."
He looked at his sister, issuing a firm notice in the language of their homeland, word by word. "Forget about that damn chicken! Forget about that dilapidated house with nothing but bones! You've had enough in that damn hell, my dear sister!"
Yaga's face twisted in a ferocious manner, staring angrily at her brother. "So you brought me to another hell?"
Koschei suppressed his cough and spoke hoarsely, "I just... I just wanted to set you free."
"Hah! Freedom!" Yaga laughed manically. "Look around you, a sinking ship destined to sink, a curse that cannot be escaped. Is this the freedom you gave me, dear brother?"
"Curses can be broken, Yaga, believe me." Koschei said in a raspy voice. "I promise, we will have a fresh start in America! It's just a minor setback... just a..."
But before he could finish his sentence, he started coughing again, a painful and piercing cough that made it seem like his lungs had ceased to exist.
Agonizing and sharp.
He covered his throat, opened his mouth wide, and coughed violently. Until Babayaga approached, pulled his hand away, and took out a silver flask, pouring the witch's concoction into his lungs.
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Carefully, drop by drop.
Instantly, the coughing subsided, and Koschei slumped in his chair, gasping for breath, unable to speak. Only Babayaga looked at him, disappointment evident in her eyes as she shook her head:
"Brother, you have truly broken my heart."
Without saying anything else, she turned around, carrying Poppy's corpse, and walked away, sobbing.
In the silence, applause erupted from the pharaoh.
"What a great performance."The young man sneered and tilted his head to look at him, "Koschei, how do you plan to compensate for her offense?"
Koschei didn't say anything.
He just gasped for breath, and after a long time, picked up a napkin to wipe away the saliva from the corner of his mouth, leaning wearily on his wheelchair.
"Amonmeses, do you know?" Koschei suddenly said, "Respect is mutual."
"Respect?"
The Pharaoh was amused, "Are you actually saying the word 'respect' to me?"
"Yeah, isn't this the topic between two homeless stray dogs?"
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