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Few people know that Kindred, besides being a messenger of death, also possesses a touch of hunting divinity.

This trace of hunting divinity allows Kindred to mark the targets she wants to hunt within a certain range.

Even demigods cannot escape Kindred's hunting and searching of divinity.

Similarly, Kindred will also reveal her aura when marking an opponent.

This resulted in Kindred not only being discovered by Nagakaporos and Feuergos in the distance, but also by another being nearby who noticed the passing death messengers.

Just as Kindred was hopping and skipping across a swamp.

Suddenly, from beneath the murky mud of the swamp, a thick tongue emerged and shot straight toward Yang Ling.

The tongue's attack was stealthy and swift, leaving the sheep spirit no time to react.

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Fortunately, the wolf spirit noticed in time and suddenly opened its mouth to exhale a breath full of death.

The thick tongue collided with the black breath.

The immense power of demigods clashed in the air above the swamp!

The wolf spirit's death power was indeed formidable, but it was still slightly inferior to the devouring power that had been brewing on its tongue for a long time.

There's nothing we can do; we lost because we were caught off guard.

The long tongue that shattered the death breath seemed to transform into a long, giant whip, lashing out at the sheep spirit.

"boom!!!"

The pure white sheep spirit was thus struck down by the giant tongue into the muddy swamp.

As a dignified demigod, Yang Ling was naturally not so fragile. The sneak attack was neutralized by Lang Ling and ultimately did not seriously injure Yang Ling.

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The attacker couldn't possibly be unaware of the principle of striking while the iron is hot.

Immediately, a huge shadow appeared beneath the swamp.

This is a huge mouth that can instill fear in anyone!

This enormous maw, resembling an abyss, covered an area of ​​several dozen meters around the sheep spirit, blocking all possible escape routes.

"Lamb!!"

The wolf spirit in mid-air saw this and rushed to the rescue.

The wolf spirit and the sheep spirit suddenly merged into one!

At that moment, a huge yin-yang pattern erupted beneath Kindred's feet.

At the same time, the giant maw beneath their feet arrived as expected, swallowing Kindred whole!

A moment later, the owner of the giant mouth, who was also the attacker, finally revealed himself.

It was none other than Tam Kench, the demon symbolizing greed!

This was one of the backup plans that Fryego had prepared long ago!

The family knows their own affairs.

Not only Nagakaporos, but even Feuergo himself knew this.

What is his biggest weakness right now?

That is—having too many enemies.

So he tried to win over Tahm Kench beforehand, then used both threats and inducements, all for this very moment.

After Tahm Kench swallowed Kindred, his already hideous face turned alternating between blue and red.

Finally, Tahm Kench couldn't hold back any longer.

"threw up!"

With a little saliva, Tahm Kench spat out Kindred, who was protected by layers of Yin-Yang and Life-and-Death power!

If you are greedy, the snake swallows the elephant!

This phrase perfectly describes Tahm Kench.

How could a powerful demigod be so easily devoured by him?

The battle has only just begun.

Chapter 81, The End of a Tyrant

When the blood-red sunset shines on the coast of Bilgewater.

The land and the adjacent coastline were completely covered in blood.

At this moment, the pirates, who had originally come with overwhelming force and seemed unstoppable, were now surrounded on a beach by Sarah's fleet and Nautilus.

The pirates had nowhere to escape.

Further ahead, there was a terrifying steel titan; those who passed by were crushed into mincemeat.

Beyond that lay the menacing cannons of the Bilgewater fleet and the turbulent, unforgiving sea.

Their fleet had been destroyed in a sea of ​​fire.

Now, the pirates can only keep shrinking their defenses, trying to delay their demise.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

Nautilus's steps were like an unstoppable tsunami, and the anchor in his hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe reaping lives.

This terrifying and sturdy steel body continued to advance. The pirates had long lost the courage to fight Nautilus and could only retreat step by step as Nautilus approached.

But the reality is that they have no way out.

Rather than fight Nautilus, these pirates preferred to drown at sea or die in the gunfire of the Bilgewater fleet.

Soon, driven by Nautilus, the pirates jumped into the sea like dumplings, swimming desperately towards the distance.

Meanwhile, Sarah, standing on the deck of the Doom, looked at the pirates leaping into the sea without a trace of sympathy in her eyes.

"fire."

Sarah simply gave the order to fire.

She felt not a shred of pity for these scumbags.

"Boom!!!!"

In an instant, nearly a hundred warships began firing in unison.

Shells exploded and fell continuously in the nearshore waters, instantly engulfing the entire sea in flames.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"don't want!!!!"

"Help!!!!"

"Aaaaaah, it hurts so much!!!"

The pirates, who were swimming in the sea, were hit by the aftershocks of the cannonball explosions and let out piercing screams.

Then it gradually lost its struggle and was swallowed by the surging tide.

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Planck stood alone on the shore, opposite him was Nautilus, who looked like a world-destroying demon god.

Looking at the terrifying and ferocious steel titan before him, Planck showed neither joy nor sorrow.

By this time, all the pirates had already abandoned him, leaping into the sea to be blown up by cannonballs, and not a single one was willing to follow him anymore.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on the pirate king, and the blood-red sunset, along with the blood dripping from the scimitar in his hand, fell to the ground.

No chance.

He will not receive any more recruits.

Planck knew this perfectly well.

Although he didn't understand why Illaoi hadn't returned at the most crucial moment, he knew that he had completely failed.

Planck looked at the terrifying Shadow Titan before him.

A sudden realization dawned on him.

Perhaps his choice was a mistake from the very beginning.

In this game, he is not the so-called protagonist at all; he is just an insignificant pawn in the hands of the gods.

Planck, however, chose to stand on the wrong side.

This is a game for the gods; victory or defeat is not in their hands.

The Dark Lord and the Serpent Mother.

In the end, it seems that the Dark Lord was the better one.