Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

In the center sea, in an oval of shifting mountains, a wall rose from the waves, black and ominous. It was angular and covered with dagger-shaped towers, many of which burned with purple flames, dyeing the night sky violet. It was not a mountain but a black ark, a fortress on the sea, a floating castle, a black ark that only a few powerful or influential duruchi could rule.

On the upper floor of the Ark, a luxurious banquet was going on. In the huge hall, gorgeous curtains and sparkling crystal chandeliers were hung, illuminating the entire space. The table was filled with sumptuous food, a dazzling array of delicacies, and the wine in the glass was sparkling with an alluring luster. The sound of music echoed softly in the hall, and dancers danced gracefully and wildly in the center, creating a luxurious and joyful atmosphere.

However, beneath this glitz and glamor, the lower level of the Ark was a completely different scene. Screams and wails echoed in the cabin, forming a sharp contrast with the laughter and joy on the upper level.

In the narrow, dim cabin, the labor dispatch workers were locked in a damp cell, their bodies covered with whip marks and dirt. Their faces were haggard, and their eyes showed despair and pain.

Living hard in the narrow space, their blood and tears were spilled on the cold stone bricks. Countless lives disappeared silently on this dark ark.

Malvo Lepore suppressed the urge to vomit and looked at the "sumptuous" feast in his hand, three pale twisted centipedes as long as his middle finger. This was not food distributed by the guards, but he found it under a rotten table. No one except him found it.

"Give me one, please."

A pleading voice came from the dark cell next to him. The voice came from a human who looked anemic. The stench of the pleader's body stood out from the crowd of unwashed people and made him dizzy. Another person in the cell was sobbing, and the irregular sobs echoed in the darkness.

"How foolish." He couldn't help thinking, the elves always catch those who are afraid and weak first, sadly he is one of them. Thinking of this he sighed, and then smiled understandingly at his neighbor, "Well, friend, I'm afraid I only have enough to eat for myself, I have to keep my strength, you know, I never know where the next opportunity will come from."

The supplicant gave a short laugh, so piercing and so piercing, that he tightened his grip on the food in his hand and turned his gaze to the bars on the cell wall, hoping that the supplicant's outburst went unnoticed by the guards.

There were hundreds of cages like the one that held him captive in the huge room, filled with dead or dying slaves. Stairs spiraled down, and from time to time a guard would come and take away some poor soul, the body to be sent to the arena, or worse, to the butcher's shop.

Through the narrow railings the elven guards could see the entire abyss of their confinement, and fortunately they did not notice it, as they were whispering about Dacius's boarding and enjoying the food that was handed to them.

"We can't get out of here, fool. We will stay here until we die, whether we are eaten or..." The supplicant hissed between his rotten teeth, and he couldn't help but shudder at the end.

Although Malvo tried to remain indifferent, he shuddered. The screams of those who were dragged away stopped temporarily, but there was a constant, uneasy hum in the air. He felt an invisible oppression, as if some kind of horror in the darkness was quietly approaching. He could not completely block out those terrible sounds. The cries of those unfortunate people who were chosen seemed to still echo in his ears, haunting his mind like ghosts.

He had heard of the sweet tortures of the elves, legends that described horrific methods of torture and unusual ways of torment. At first he thought the stories were exaggerated, but he had been here long enough to realize that the rumors were not entirely false. He had witnessed the elves' coldness and cruelty firsthand and knew that the tortures those chosen would experience were no ordinary ones.

He had seen those who were dragged away, their eyes filled with despair and fear. Whether it was because their bodies were imprisoned or because their souls were suffering in great pain, it all made him feel horrified. He knew that those screams were just the beginning, and what would follow would be even more terrible torture. He couldn't imagine exactly what kind of pain those chosen would suffer, and every time he thought of the rumored torture scenes, he felt waves of fear.

The air was filled with a stench of decay, a mixture of physical burning and psychological collapse. These suffocating smells gradually permeated his every breath, making him feel more suffocated. He once imagined that he could face everything with strength, but now, his confidence became fragile in the face of these ruthless tortures and the threat of death.

He forced himself to divert his attention and tried to focus on the food in front of him, but those shrill screams and those miserable faces kept echoing in his mind. He couldn't get rid of these images, they entangled in his heart like a shadow, making him fall into deep anxiety and fear.

"Listen to me, my grumpy friend. I will escape from this miserable place and kill the bastards who sent me here with my sword. But first...dinner."

After he finished speaking, he cupped his hand and put the precious centipede into his mouth. The strong stimulation made him frown, and the sour taste of rotten fish filled his mouth, making him almost vomit the contents of his stomach on his cellmate. However, it was only almost, he had a strong willpower, as a pickpocket, he had worked in pubs and obscene houses in Polrod, and had eaten worse things.

He resisted the disgusting taste and chewed the centipede, letting the unpleasant juice spread in his mouth. His throat tightened because of the fishy smell and disgust of the centipede, but he forced himself to swallow it, as if he could swallow the humiliation of the past and the predicament of the present.

Thirty years ago, he was still a young pickpocket, wandering the noisy streets of Polrode. He worked in dirty taverns, snatched the most basic food from homeless vagrants, and even worked in those obscene houses, enduring all kinds of stench and danger. He ate rotten fish, moldy bread, and even raw rat meat. Although those days were difficult, they also forged his will and endurance.

During that time, he climbed step by step to the top of the Thieves Guild and became the most important underground leader in the city of Bolrode. He thought he had escaped from the life of fighting with stray dogs for bones, and thought he could control his destiny and no longer be forced to accept such humble food.

But now, he was chewing a centipede, as if fate was mocking his arrogance and pride.

As he chewed his dinner, he thought about the sheer, terrible unpredictability of life. The positions and powers that had once seemed unshakable now seemed so fragile. Perhaps this was punishment for his past actions, retribution for his years of ruthless plunder and violence.

He looked down at his rough hands. Once, these hands wielded daggers, plundered wealth, and controlled people's fate. But now, they can only hold a small centipede and try to maintain life. He took a deep breath and chewed the last bite of the centipede. He felt the disgusting taste finally dissipate in his mouth.

As footsteps echoed through the dungeon corridors, Malvo and his companions fell silent, retreating into the shadows. Experience had taught them that it was best to say nothing when their captors were within earshot.

Shadows flickered in the dim cell, and an order was shouted in the elf's rough throat, the sound was like a knife scraping stone. Then, he saw with horror that the cell door suddenly opened, and thin figures crawled out from the corner of the cell, groaning in fear, while some people knelt on the ground, overwhelmed by despair.

An elf walked in, swift and strong, with a purple belt around his waist and a serrated messer fixed to it. The spiked leather and scale armor did not hinder his elegance.

It was these guys who caught him from the sea, knocked him unconscious, and threw his injured body into the cabin. He recognized the elf or slave master in front of him. He remembered that this guy's name seemed to be Kraken or something similar. This bald guy with scars on his face liked to use a whip with sharp teeth. He had seen the whip tear the flesh off a person's back in an instant, and the owner of the whip would use it without hesitation.

Kraken motioned to the two slaves nearest to him, the two who had come to Araby and had not yet been consumed by lack of food and the "mercy" of the elves. The unfortunate fellows resisted bravely and foolishly, which he thought was extremely stupid, and soon his judgment was realized, and the two guys were beaten and beaten to a bloody pulp, and were dragged out of the cell groaning.

"Who else wants to resist?" Kraken looked around, his eyes flashing with cruelty. His voice was like a cold blade, cutting into everyone's heart. His eyes lingered on each prisoner for a moment, as if he was evaluating the value of the slaves. No one dared to move, and everyone knew the price of resistance.

"Please, not me, please, I want to live." Malvo tried to keep himself calm and not show his fear to this cruel elf. He prayed to any god who might be listening.

However, it was not the gods who responded to him, but... Kraken's eyes fell on him. Under the erosion of fear and despair, he felt the strength draining from his limbs. He tried to crawl towards the shadows, but a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up. In the moment of passively turning around, he saw Kraken's eyes and saw cruel pleasure.

Kraken hit him in the stomach with his fist, and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. His will was no match for his biological instinct, and he finally vomited the contents of his stomach. In the pain, he didn't realize that he was thrown out of the cell, dragged on the floor tiles, and walked towards the central spiral staircase. He didn't know where the slavers were going to take him, but he knew and the only thing he was sure of was that he would die a painful and humiliating death.

Julia came out of the grille silently, stood up, and looked around. She found herself in a small round room with brown-red stains all over the floor, emitting an almost unbearable stench of death and decay, and in the corners of the room there were several emaciated corpses eaten by maggots.

"We seem to be under the slave pit, which is where they deal with the dead after having fun." She whispered to the person behind her.

With that, she carefully followed the bloody waterway through a shallow sloping tunnel to a larger room filled with empty cages and barbed shackles. Here, a gentle slope led to a pair of double doors, which she opened after looking behind her companions, revealing a high, narrow passage with a burning brazier.

"We appear to be in the core of the ship? There will be guards. Lots of guards."

She and her companions continued forward, swiftly and silently like shadows, into a vast open cavern. Beyond was a calm dark pool of water, surrounded by a dock, and facing a broken carapace wall held in place by huge chains. Instead of rejoicing, she sensed danger, and despair enveloped her. The way to escape was right in front of her, but it was blocked.

Countless hell dragons huddled along the shore, dozing on heavy ropes while their trainers ate and drank at the table. Perhaps when the battle began, the shell wall would open and dump the hell dragons into the ocean like wasps leaving a nest.

Beyond the harbor was a cluster of dilapidated buildings that stretched up into multiple concentric layers toward the top of the cavern. Both the surface of the cavern and the rough stone of the buildings glowed brightly, giving her the illusion of morning light.

"This way, go faster and avoid the patrols. Don't panic, we are in the heart of this huge ship." She whispered when she saw the flickering torches in the distance and heard the sound of marching footsteps.

Malvo soon realized his fate would be worse than he had feared as he made his way through the slave pits and into the winding waterways of the Outer Area, home to hideouts and taverns for off-duty pirates. Turning right with his Kraken, he came to a broad main street where reddish-brown stains marked the flagstones and the sounds of laughter and piercing singing died into an ominous silence.

Ahead, the building towering over the narrow streets of the city was like a giant metal spider. It was the arena of the Temple of Viciousness.

"Radnor," he groaned, but soon he was kicked for the words.

"Useless waste, you will enter the fighting pit and you must give it your all and bring a good performance, otherwise I can assure you that your death will not be a quick one." Kraken smiled and twirled the whip with his deft hands.

Malvo was frightened and pale. The stories about the arena have always been the source of nightmares for slaves. The legendary torture and killings linger in his mind. The whole city echoed with the painful screams of the victims at night, as if these sounds had become the background music of the city, accompanying every slave's uneasy sleep.

He knew what the arena was like. It was a living hell, a stage where death and pain intertwined. No matter how strong or smart the slaves were before, they would eventually be worn out in that cruel environment and become nameless corpses. Thinking of this, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Finally, Kraken came to a huge black iron door, where ten pirates wearing scale armor and holding tridents and scimitars stood. He spoke to the pirates in a rapid voice, speaking a language that Malvo could not understand. Then a pirate with a horn crown on his helmet shouted an unintelligible order.

The black iron door opened, and Malvo continued to be dragged. Behind the door was a long corridor surrounded by shadows, illuminated only by a few smoking braziers. As he walked through the corridor, he could hear the sound of war drums and high-pitched and rapid chanting, and these sounds made his blood run cold.

At the end of the corridor, several figures swayed out of the shadows. They were several agile female elves with scary masks on their faces. They only wore some armor, and their exposed skin was pale and covered with old scars. They slowly surrounded Malvo and looked at him. Then one of them walked up and grabbed Malvo's neck. She seemed to have no difficulty in lifting him up. She tilted her head and stared into Malvo's eyes.

"Fresh?" she hissed, her voice like a knife scraping against stone.

"The strongest one. He has been fed and has not been infected yet. That should be enough." Kraken answered, but his voice was trembling slightly. The roar of the Slaughter Sisters made him nervous.

"Don't be too smart!"

"Forgive me," Kraken said, lowering his head.

Just when Malvo thought a fight was about to break out, the hand holding his neck loosened and he was thrown hard to the ground.

"Take him away and leave!"

The Kraken got the order and started to move quickly. Malvo could feel the masked elf staring at him hungrily until he disappeared around the bend in the tunnel. At the moment of the bend, he heard the Kraken sigh of relief.

He walked for a few more minutes, deeper into the building and down the winding staircase. The stench grew stronger the further he went, a pungent smell of sweat and dried blood, the smell of decay and fear. Soon, he entered a damp, low-ceilinged room with rusty iron railings. He could see languid figures and flickering eyes in the darkness.

"Go over there." Kraken pointed to a heavy door at the end of the room. Now he just wanted to get rid of the slaves as soon as possible and leave here, lest the Slaughter Sisters decided to use him to play that bloody game.

After he finished speaking, he thought Malvo's movements were not fast enough, so he dragged Malvo to the front and held the rusty iron handle. With a roar, the door opened, but he was soon stunned. On the other side of the door stood a human woman with silver-white hair and clothes soaked in blood and dirt.

A look of surprise flashed across Julia's angular face, and then she stabbed the sword into the Kraken's chest.

Kraken looked at the hilt protruding from his chest with a frown. As the hilt rotated, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

After making sure the elf was dead, Julia turned around after hearing the crawling sound and pointed her drawn sword forward. She saw a dirty, sharp-eyed little human with greasy brown-gray hair wrapped around his head.

"Sigma bless you, ma'am, I will be forever grateful to you." Malvo, who was lying on the ground, retreated and raised his hands to surrender. The sound of his panting continued to emerge from his yellowed teeth.

"How ugly." Julia thought, the human male lying on the ground was bald, sloppy, tearful, and narrow-chinned. However, the voice was surprisingly pleasant, with a strange sense of melody.

"Shut up!" Julia stepped forward and kicked Malvo, who was about to get up, down. She stepped on Malvo's chest with her boot to quiet him down.

Julia pricked up her ears as she finished, but she heard no echoes from the stones or the tread of boots. Distant chants and screams cut through the air, as if the elves' strange rituals were effectively masking her attack.

"We should leave as soon as possible. I don't think he is of any use." A human male walked out from behind Julia and said.

"Wait! Please put away your sword, I beg you, I guess you are escaping from this huge ship?" "You are very smart."

"Well, let me introduce myself, Malvo Lepore, an actor and your guide." Malvo smiled brightly at the praise, and when he got up, he made a funny bow, revealing a bald head covered with rash.

"Guide?" Julia looked at Malvo in disbelief as he was doing some funny things.

"My advice is to kill him, I don't consider him a guide." The human male's tone was full of impatience.

"Wait! Don't do this. I've been trapped on this damn ship for a long time, three celestial cycles already. During this time, I've been in and out of here frequently, serving as a waiter. I've observed all patrol routes and guard changes." After Malvo finished speaking, he lifted up his shirt, revealing his bony chest covered with scars and bruises.

Julia could see a series of markings on Malvo's chest that she couldn't decipher, rough marks of tissue, like some ritual scar.

"This is a code I devised myself. I am Polrod's top performer, but shamefully, I sometimes engage in less-than-legal activities. I mark the movements and activities of the guard patrols on my body in preparation for the inevitable escape." Malvo lied and patted his chest.

Julia turned to look at the human male behind her, who shrugged in response.

"He might come in handy, but if not, we can just slit his throat and let his body rot."

"Great, my life and death are at your disposal, ma'am." Malvo smiled palely, knowing that he had succeeded. After that, he came to the body of Kraken and pulled out the Messer knife from his purple belt. Then, he coughed again, cleared his throat, and spit a mouthful of emerald mucus on the dead man's face.

"Julia, priestess of Myrmidia."

"Ricardo, the mercenary."

"Malvo Lepore, guide, now... shall we get down to business? Let's go?"

"let's go."

The improvised team returned along the same route the Kraken had taken, moving quickly and silently through the dark corridors. Malvo tried to keep up with Julia and Ricardo. He could sense that the two had only just arrived on the ship, unlike the ones who had been there for a long time. Soon, his chest tightened with pain. He had never been a physically strong person, and the months of captivity had exhausted him physically and mentally.

Yet, he ignored the pain and stumbled forward. He was certain that the two men were doomed, but he might still have a chance to escape and flee. If he could sneak aboard a raiding ship, perhaps he could wait until the elves set sail on a mission...

This was not a good plan. Although it might allow him to escape from this hellish floating city, it would also get him lost at sea. Besides, it was scary to think about being on a ship full of pirates. If the pirates found him, they would drag him back and skin him. He had seen the miserable plight of defectors and troublemakers more than once.

The team entered a room with no signs of movement except for the flickering torches on the walls. Ahead was the door to the courtyard, but the corridor was empty. Then a scream came from the corridor, followed by a faint mocking echo. Malvo frowned. Perhaps the fate handed to the slaves of the masked elves was the most terrible on this floating city, a carnival of torture and horror, culminating in the removal of their hearts alive.

"let's go."

The team reached the end of the hallway, before the large iron doors that led to the arena. Ricardo was about to open the door, but Malvo put his hand on his arm to stop him, and he reflexively growled and pushed Malvo against the wall, pressing his forearm against Malvo's throat.

"Wait a minute, there are a lot of guards outside." Malvo said hoarsely and grabbed the mercenary's arm weakly.

"I told you he would be useful and give this poor guy a break." Julia said and motioned Ricardo to step back.

After Ricardo stepped back, Malvo collapsed to the ground and rubbed his bruised neck.

"Let's get out of here."

Ricardo received the order and grabbed Malvo not too gently when Malvo stood up, then changed his route.

Malvo, who was pushed to the front, watched the large stalactites hanging from the ceiling emitting a soft purple light, illuminating the caves of the city. They crossed the courtyard and came to a secret door that could only be opened from inside the arena. When the secret door was opened, the team came to the streets of the city.

As midnight approaches, pirates and slavers have retired from business to satisfy their most primitive desires. Enticing smells and sounds emanate from behind every door, and the walls and hanging signs are covered with various gruesome scenes of depravity. As the team goes deeper, the atmosphere of debauchery becomes more alluring. A scent of spices permeates the entire block, seeping into the lungs and confusing the mind, and screams of pain and ecstasy mix into a chorus of pure sensation.

"I might get used to being in this place?" Ricardo's eyes gleamed with longing as he gazed upon the luxurious decadence on display.

"You'll be drowning in it, trust me."

Humans don't know enough about this place. In fact, this is the "Happy Zone" on the Vicious Temple, famous for its illegal dangers and endless pleasures. Most of the captains and pirates who flock here cannot resist the temptation. They think they are completely free here.

Yet, behind all these glittering temptations lies a trap carefully laid by Durias, and nothing can escape his eyes and ears in this alley. His spies and assassins roam these alleys, sniping out potential enemies and extracting secrets for his use. While his wit and skill in warfare are superior, his understanding of the Captain's bitterness and boundless ambition is his most powerful weapon.

Here, he creates a world of unfettered indulgence, sending a message to every captain: This is how we live.

Chained and painted slaves lined the streets, guarded by ornate guards with whips and spiked clubs, who reacted unfazed by the frenzy.

Ricardo glanced at Julia, and when he saw her shake her head, he nodded.

The procession continued, and as the cave opened, starlight lit up the city. Beyond the entertainment venue, the towering fleet commander's residential building stood, six twisted spires reaching up to the sky like a monster's arm, and flags fluttered on the battlements. In the center of this group of buildings, there was a central tower made of black marble. The heavy marble stood in the center of the black ark, and its steep walls were connected to the surrounding towers by dozens of curved bridges and skybridges.

The team climbed a staircase and came to a high square, where they could overlook the palace area. A row of stone walls as high as 30 meters separated the cave from the nobles' territory.

"This place is so huge, there's no way we can get in here without being spotted." Ricardo cursed under his breath, craning his neck to look up at the fortress, scratching the scar on his cheek. Dozens of guards were patrolling the walls, and he could see more of them marching near the towers. In the distance, he saw several ships anchored.

"Over there, we'll climb up from there." A smile appeared on Malvo's face.

Julia inserted her finger into a crack in the rock and looked down. The team was making good progress. They were already far away from where they had started. The entertainment district, the arena, and the bar were particularly dazzling under the glow of the purple stalactites, but the city was shrinking beneath their feet. The guards walking on the street could only be seen as a tiny dot.

Below, she saw Malvo, who was trying to climb with a short knife in his mouth. Although Malvo was short in stature, he moved gracefully with his agility, switching from one handhold to another, seemingly unconcerned about the huge gap below.

"How much is left?" Malvo asked softly after meeting Julia's eyes, his body still moving.

"Who are you?" Julia asked, looking at Malvo's ugly face.

"Just a humble actor, my lady," Malvo smiled.

“In my experience, it’s a contradiction.”

"While the stage is my true passion, I have developed other skills over the years. You have to have food and clothing, especially in Bretonnia, you know?" After seeing Julia stop climbing, Malvo, who was blocked, also stopped climbing. He chuckled a few times and rubbed his hands in mid-air with an almost mouse-like gesture.

"You are a thief, then?"

"To me, the word implies an unprofessional description that makes me uncomfortable. I am, or was, a treasure raider, a thief, and a pretty good one at that."

"Who knows? But you certainly came in handy." With that, Julia reached for another handhold, planted her boots on the cliff and stood up.

The team had climbed high enough that the wind blew in through the walls of the Black Ark, soaking their clothes and stinging their eyes. Every handhold became treacherous, and their feet slipped on the smooth walls.

Many times, she felt a thrill of fear as she struggled to hold on to the stone wall and her fingers slipped on the slippery rocks. However, she still persisted tenaciously, and as time went by, the top of the wall was gradually waving to her.

"We're almost there."

Julia said as she leapt onto a platform. A swarm of shadowy bats, startled by her presence, flew up into the air with a shrill cry. She had enough room to press her body against the stone wall. Looking up, she saw the spire through the parapets. In front of her, perhaps sixty meters from the team, a slender stone bridge stretched from the nearest tower to the edge of the cliff. Clouds of bats circled in the night sky, still screaming in anger.

Just as she was about to climb the battlements, she heard the sound of iron boots approaching, and she hid herself in the shadows, listening to a group of about half a dozen soldiers passing through the wall and heading for the nearest tower. She waited for several minutes, hanging on reluctantly, her muscles aching from holding this position.

When the guards left, she reached out and grabbed the battlements, propping herself up. Her whole body was in pain, her fingers were broken and bleeding, but she succeeded. She squatted down and turned around to look around. Malvo played his role. This climbing point was very well chosen, just outside the maximum illumination range of the glowing stones on both sides. She could hear the sound of the waves and the sea breeze whistling along the winding buildings.

Malvo then climbed up, and when he landed, he took off the Messer knife that he had held in his mouth, and squatted in the corner to look around. When Julia touched him lightly, he turned his head and looked at Julia.

Julia pointed to a grappling hook extending from an auxiliary tower, wrapping around the main tower. The higher levels of the main tower were connected to them about thirty meters above their heads by another skybridge that looked like it was carved from bleached bone.

"From now on, we must kill anyone we meet! Move quickly and show no mercy!" Julia whispered as she drew her sword. After that, she turned around and bent down, preparing to pull up Ricardo, who was at the end. Looking down at the battlements, she could see that Ricardo was still trying to crawl. She could clearly feel that Ricardo was not good at climbing, and the long climb made Ricardo exhausted.

"Hold my hand." Julia called softly.

Just as Ricardo's hand was about to touch Julia's extended hand, a shrill horn sounded from the main tower. Before Julia could react, the entire Black Ark was shaken violently, as if something as big as the Black Ark had hit the Black Ark hard from the water.

Ricardo's body was thrown away by the violent vibration, and he lost his balance. His hand failed to grab Julia's hand. He struggled to steady himself, but the violent shaking of the ship made it impossible for him to hold on. His figure drew a tragic arc in the air and finally fell from the city wall. He twisted his body desperately, trying to find a way to slow down his fall, but everything seemed in vain. His vision became blurred and gradually swallowed by darkness. Finally, his body hit the ground heavily.

"Ricardo!" Julia stretched out her hand in fear, but it was too late. Her voice was torn apart by the wind, and her shouts were swallowed by the strong wind. She could only watch Ricardo disappear into the abyss from her.

Her heart was beating so hard that it seemed to burst out of her chest. She fell to the ground helplessly and tried to stand up, but was knocked down again by the violent shock. Her eyes nervously scanned the surroundings, looking for any possible way out.

The Black Ark shook again, and the entire Ark was shaken by the huge force, and stones and wood collapsed one after another. As the horn continued to sound, Julia knew that the situation was becoming more and more dangerous.

"Who is it?" In the distance, the Druki carrying the Reaper Crossbows and preparing to take their positions saw the silhouette in the darkness and immediately asked loudly in Drukhir. Seeing that the silhouette did not respond immediately, they quickly took action, and the arrows on the crossbows were fired like a storm, cutting through the night sky.

Julia fell to the ground like a hedgehog, motionless.

Malvo also fell to the ground, holding his throat. The pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe. His vision was blurred, and he could only barely see the strange scene on the sea in the distance. The dark sea surface began to become restless, and huge tentacles emerged from the water, like demons rising from the abyss. The tentacles were thick and twisted, covered with strange scales, with sharp claws at the end, flashing a dark luster.

These tentacles twisted on the sea surface, causing huge waves and tearing the ocean into pieces. The appearance of the tentacles seemed to indicate that some huge threat was about to come, and the entire black ark was shrouded in an invisible fear.

"Giggle...Giggle..." Malvo chuckled. He knew this was his last moment and he couldn't escape. Now he just wanted to see what kind of horrible existence had these tentacles. He hoped that the owner of the tentacles would destroy this huge ship and bury him with it.

However, the Duruchi who passed by him did not give him a chance. A Duruchi holding a crossbow stopped running after seeing that he was not completely dead, turned back, and put the crossbow against his heart. The moment he closed his eyes, he saw a giant dragon passing over his head, and then he knew nothing. (End of this chapter)