Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

There was a table on the helipad of the Yamal. The heavy helicopter that was originally parked here had been destroyed a few days ago. Another nuclear-powered icebreaker that followed them into the sea eye and was about to reach the gate of the kingdom of God was fully armed. It was simply a destroyer disguised as an icebreaker.

In the middle of the table was a bottle of precious Macallan 1926, the most expensive whiskey in the world, priced at millions of dollars. The place where it should be is a collector's safe rather than lying naked in the snow.

Cheers in various languages ​​rang out all over the ship. The guests who had paid a lot of money to board this icebreaker that was said to allow them to meet the gods were affected by the horrifying spiritual shock when they approached the eye of the sea. They shouted in hoarse voices, "Holy, Holy! Lord of Hosts!"

But what descended on the deck along with all these cheers and praises to God was not some amiable and respectable miracle, but a bloody massacre.

Just by being close to an embryo whose soul hasn't even been born yet, people have gone completely crazy. They are lost in the illusion brought about by the mental shock, drinking and venting their desires while praising the great Black Emperor Nidhogg.

The desire for destruction, the desire for killing, and the desire that men have for women, the blood flowed on the shiny deck and formed a shallow pool of water.

The guests on this ship are Vincent and his Thule, the desperadoes recruited by the captain, and an ambitious man who wants to buy a ticket for 2000 million US dollars to go to the New World and become the God of the New World.

The cold wind was howling with snowflakes, and the deck of the Yamal had become a real hell on earth. The old Vincent was already dead. The two girls who had been pushing his wheelchair in the corridor had cut the throat of this vile and disgusting old thing with a dagger pulled out from under their skirts. Blood spurted out three meters high, covering the entire ceiling. Cooing sounds came from under the ceiling and walls, as if dozens or hundreds of owls were wailing there, but the girls' golden eyes were burning, and they took down fire axes from the wall and joined the guests' massacre carnival.

Everyone on this ship was caught in the illusion they most desired. The women wore silk long skirts and tasseled veils on their faces. The wind blew their long skirts, revealing their long and nimble legs. The minus 40-degree cold wind could not make them feel cold. Even if their blood was frozen, their old, childish, ugly, or beautiful faces still had sweet smiles.

The men vented their anger to their heart's content. They longed for eternal life, wealth and power. In their illusions, they felt that they were omnipotent gods, and everything around them should bow to them. Every woman was their private property.

The mental shock released by the embryo under the sea eye was like a high concentration of hallucinogens released in the cabin and deck of the Yamal. The old woman was making peace with the muscular soldiers, and the young girls became lambs to be slaughtered. Everyone put the sharp blade on them, and the blood only released those absurd and bizarre desires.

Just at this critical moment when all the defending forces had been cleared out, the Yamal's small tail suddenly made a rattling sound.

Calling it a little tail may sound a bit cute, but it is indeed its tail.

When the iceberg fell from the sky and blocked the ice abyss, the first mate of the ship made the most correct decision at that time. He dropped the anchor. The anchor chain may not even extend to the seabed before hitting the glacier, but it still fixed this super-large ship weighing tens of thousands of tons and prevented its hull from moving back and forth too much in the oncoming waves and causing it to disintegrate.

Something was climbing up along the anchor chain of the Yamal, from the dangerous scarlet sea of ​​ice to the huge ship that had completely turned into hell.

After a moment, she finally revealed a cunning little face. Her long hair and the tight combat uniform on her body were soaked, with a thin layer of red water hanging on them.

It turned out to be Krisja, who was supposed to stay in the safe haven and was now fighting against the real Alexander Bunin with Chu Zihang.

The girl probably took advantage of the opening of the Nibelungen Gate to sneak out while Deadpool and the dragons were busy with their own affairs in the aftermath of the battle between the kings and the Council of Elders, then broke through the gate connecting the safe haven and the Eye of the Sea and dived into the sea.

This sea area is very close to the eye of the sea where the black king embryo is hatching, so the genetic pollution is the most serious. Under the sea, all kinds of monsters emerge one after another, and even dragons are common. However, Chrisja's bloodline is very superior after all. She is even a descendant of Star Maria and has perfectly inherited some abilities of pure-blooded dragons. Moreover, she came to the Yamal by diving under the guidance of the prophet Qilan, and she had already made a successful reservation before departure.

Qilan's prophecy to Chrissie was actually to board the Yamal at this most critical moment, because only in this way could she prevent the world from falling into the abyss.

After getting out of the water, Krista coughed violently, and the cold air rushed into her lungs. She crawled along the outer wall of the hull like a spider, stopped outside a nearby porthole, and then covered it with her palm. The power from her five fingers easily shattered the cold-proof porthole made of double-layer resin glass.

The cabin was in a mess. A man and a woman were having sex in a daze. Chrisga frowned and pulled out a shark-proof dagger from her waist.

The man climbed up naked, his face ferocious and he roared as he tried to start again, but before he could even get close to Chrissia the floor cracked.

Spider-like claws rose from the ground, one pierced the man's heart, the other pierced the woman's head.

Krista shuddered violently. She actually knew what these spider-like things were and that was why she came here.

This is her destiny and this is her mission.

A certain word was recited, and Chrisga's body began to dry up. The red sea water evaporated into red mist, and then she walked out of the cabin and went down the iron ladder as if she was familiar with everything here. Every door opened in front of her, as if she was the owner of this ship. Everyone who tried to block her way was torn in half by the spider's claws that stretched out from the floor or the ceiling.

Finally, she arrived at the entrance to the airtight compartment of the ship and began to operate the device on the bulkhead very skillfully.

Hundreds of tons of seawater were discharged, and the heavy hatch opened automatically in front of her. The huge heartbeat sounded like a war drum in front of her, and the breathing sounded like the whistling wind and snow.

"Here I am, Miss Maria, to keep the appointment with destiny." Krista said softly.

The huge skeleton was half submerged in sea water. The slender neck bones reminded people of a giraffe or some kind of dinosaur. At the end of the neck bones was a huge iron cage, with white mercury vapor pouring down from above.

This is the habitat of Star Maria, or perhaps, this is her core.

Just like the Lenin under the Japanese Trench, Star Maria also merged with the Yamal. She had been to the Gate of the Kingdom of God, so she must have a mark on her body, so Vincent and the Holy Palace Medical Association acquiesced to it to pollute the entire icebreaker, so that their trip to the North Pole on the Yamal was equivalent to riding on the skeleton of Star Maria back to the place where the miracle was born.

(End of this chapter)