The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　In this situation, they actually chose to take the initiative...

　"I feel something is wrong," Xingmo whispered, "There's something strange about those three-masted sailboats."

　As she spoke, she gently patted the dragon scales on the back of her neck, and the black straw raincoat instantly covered her body. The spread dragon scales on her head turned into a black hat.

　With a slight grasp of her slender hand, she grasped an exquisite black dagger, and a scarlet light emerged from between the trembling scales.

　"Aurora, cover me."

　After saying that, Xing Mo used her dagger to tear open a crack, and dark mist instantly surrounded her.

Chapter 452: The Dragon's Regret (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Shuttled through the dark clouds, Xingmo quickly locked onto the slightly blurry coordinates.

　A three-masted sailing ship.

　When her eyes fell on the three-masted sailboat, Xingmo's eyes narrowed slightly - from the perspective of the unknown realm, she definitely saw some unusual disturbances on the inconspicuous three-masted sailboat.

　Those disturbances came from an unknown force, and they were not weak.

　It seems that Nishimishima's proactive attack is not just a moth to a flame...

　Xingmo raised his right hand, and the mark of the Tree of Life on the back of his hand flickered.

　"Don't attack until I've dealt with the first sailboat. I'm afraid it's a trap."

　After passing the message back, Xingmo continued forward, flying towards the ship from the dark unknown.

　At this moment, on the bridge of the three-masted sailing ship, a Black Dragon Society cadre was looking at the fleet not far away with a pale face.

　Beside him, the first mate's hands were trembling slightly at the helm.

　"Damn it, that's a steam ironclad warship..." He growled in a low voice, "That bastard Zuo Shangtang... wants us to die?"

　"Even if we don't take the initiative to attack, death awaits us," the captain said in a low voice. "I hope that guy has his own reasons for sending us out to fight."

　"Thoughts? I'm afraid he's planning to run away again!" the first mate growled. "The renowned Danzhou prefect, Zuo Shangtang, has now been reduced to a mere commander of the West Three Islands' defenses! With all his accomplishments, what else can he possibly accomplish?"

　"No matter what, we have no way out." The captain sighed.

　From the day Lin Yu was killed by Gu Longshou himself, the Black Dragon Society's Danzhou branch quickly fell into a disadvantage, and has been in such a precarious situation until today.

　They lost their territory, and most of their remaining forces were almost swallowed up by the Quzhou branch. Now they have to obey the orders of Zuo Shangtang.

　Although Zuo Shangtang is currently the nominal head of the Danzhou branch, most of the remaining forces of the Danzhou branch do not trust him - on the day Doreen Dubois died, this guy escaped from the battlefield, and this incident will never be forgotten by the members of the Black Dragon Society.

　What's more, Zuo Shangtang was brought in as an official from Danzhou. His inherent cowardice would not fade away so easily in the eyes of the Black Dragon Society members.

　""

　"Boom!"

　Thunder flashed, and among the waves, the ironclad fleet was getting closer and closer.

　"Prepare to engage!" the captain shouted. "Ride hard to starboard! Ready the harpoons!"

　As soon as he gave the order, a discordant black light flashed between heaven and earth.

　The captain blinked his eyes, and the next second, a figure wearing a conical hat and a black straw raincoat appeared at the bow of the ship, and heavy rain fell along the edge of the hat.

　A faint black mist swirled around her, with scarlet electric light lingering in the mist, creating an unsettling sense of oppression.

　Enemy attack? But she mobilized... an unknown force?

　The sailors' eyes were also focused on the figure at the same time. This sudden visitor obviously had no good intentions, and they subconsciously picked up their weapons.

　Just as the captain was about to order the sailors to attack, the next second, a dagger flashed in the figure's hand, and scarlet electric light burst out.

　""

　"Why haven't you prepared the fire string cannon yet? What are you doing?"

　The captain shouted, and as soon as he finished shouting, he suddenly felt confused.

　The sailors on the ship were also confused. When they came to their senses, they found that their eyes were all focused on the bow, as if something special had appeared there.

　"What's wrong with the bow?" the captain murmured softly, a faint sense of unnaturalness lingering in his inspiration.

　He seemed to have forgotten something... or had he? One second he was giving the command for full starboard, and now...

　His thoughts could not continue. With a sweet taste in his throat, a stream of bright red spurted across his vision - it was his blood.

　"Pfft-"

　Xingmo pulled out his teeth suddenly, kicked the captain over, and then turned to look at the first mate beside him.

　When the first mate, who was holding the rudder with both hands, met the emerald eyes, he broke out in a cold sweat: Is the captain dead like this? Where did the killer come from? Why did the silk

　No warning at all?

　Instinct overcame fear, and the first mate immediately drew the wand from his waist and pointed it at the attacker.

　——Immediately found myself facing the empty air.

　"...ha...?"

　The first mate's hand trembled suddenly, and he found that there was no one in front of him, and the captain had fallen down, holding... a magic wand?

　Why did you draw your wand? Fear welled up in the first mate's heart, but he couldn't find the source of that fear.

　"captain!?"

　The sailor nearby noticed the unusual movement and just saw the first mate holding the magic wand and the captain was dead, and he screamed immediately.

　"No! It's not me!" The first mate shouted subconsciously, "I didn't..."

　The next second, the shouting crew member also fell in a pool of blood.

　More and more eyes looked over, and when they saw the first mate holding a wand with two corpses lying beside him, the expressions on their faces instantly became hideous.

　"traitor!"

　The sailors roared, drew their weapons, and rushed towards the first mate, who, looking confused, subconsciously retreated and shouted:

　"No... It's not me! It's not me! I didn't... I didn't kill..."

　If I didn't kill him...then who did?

　The first mate's confusion did not last long, as a long sword pierced his head, ending his fear.

　But the riot did not end with his death, and deaths continued to break out among the sailors - from time to time someone would suddenly die, while another person next to him would hold up a weapon but forget why he was holding it.

　In this way, under the spread of suspicion and fear, blood splattered on the deck of the three-masted sailing ship, and the sailors fought for no reason.

　"Boom!"

　Thunder flashed, and on the top of the tall mast, Xing Mo, wearing a black straw raincoat and a black hat, stood upright with his hands folded across his chest.

　She looked down at the chaos below, her emerald eyes devoid of any mercy.

　Fang's power is to separate its own existence from history. Through this power, Xingmo can take lives among the crew members without being discovered by anyone.

　By such means, they immediately fell into chaos of killing each other.

　These members of the Black Dragon Society are more like dragons than humans.

　Once they find themselves threatened, they will immediately bare their fangs at the people who were classmates just a second ago.

　Such people do not deserve any pity.

　""

　As the killing on the deck ended, only one person was left standing.

　His hands were wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and on the backs of his hands were tiger-like claws of black flame that gleamed and emitted white steam in the pouring rain.

　"Traitors... all traitors... all crazy?"

　Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from above, and subconsciously raised his hands -

　"clang!"

　The black flame claws collided with the dagger, and the big man was knocked back dozens of steps and barely stood still.

　He raised his head and saw a girl in a black straw raincoat standing opposite him, her face blurred under the straw hat.

　"Who are you?" He was slightly stunned, then his eyes narrowed, "No... the chaos on the ship... was it you who caused it?"

　"very smart."

　Xing Mo turned the pitch-black dagger, grasped it, and the scales on the back of the dagger opened, and scarlet light spewed out.

　The one who survives to the end is definitely not a weak person, and perhaps more questions can be asked from his mouth.

　However, just as Xing Mo's thought came to mind, the big man sneered:

　"Don't expect to get anything out of me. I'm a dead soldier, my memory has been processed, even if you torture my soul you won't get anything..."

　Hearing this, Xing Mo raised his eyes and said softly:

　"You are honest."

　The next second, she swung her cloak violently, and a dark mist lingered out, instantly pushing her towards the big man.

　Not wanting to be outdone, the big man raised his claws and rushed towards Xingmo.

　"clang!"

　The moment the collision erupted again, even the surrounding rain was shaken away, creating a brief rainless area in the midst of the heavy rain.

　"Crack!" The big man's claws shattered, and just as he was about to retreat, he saw a black shadow followed by a white shadow attacking -

　"Shhh-"

　Xing Mo used a dagger with one hand to cleanly tear open the big man's neck, and with the other hand, holding the magic wand, he used the illusory soul sickle to hook out his spirit.

　"Boom!"

　Amidst the flash of thunder, the big man's body fell on the blood-stained deck, while his spirit hung in the rainstorm with empty eyes.

　"Go ahead." Xing Mo whispered.

　Under the influence of the soul cage, the big man's soul trembled, and his mouth opened, but only spit out fragmented information like signal snowflakes.

　As expected...his memory has been processed...

　Thinking of this, Xingmo sharpened his teeth, and the dragon scales burst open, piercing cleanly into the throat of the spirit.

　She ripped the Han's soul from history, then waved her cloak, and a dark cloud carried the spirit into an unknown realm.

　Here, no interference or spells from the real world can disturb the soul.

　"Go ahead." Xingmo flicked his wand lightly.

　"...Zuo Shangtang...ordered me...to bring the Abyss Core aboard..." the spirit of the deceased soldier muttered softly, "...the captain...is not aware of this matter..."

　Is it Zuo Shangtang who's actually defending the West Three Islands? Is the Danzhou branch's current importance so low...

　Xing Mo recalled the scene when he first met the Danzhou prefect. At that time, he looked like a capable and ambitious man who was concerned about the country and the people. Now he has fallen to such a state, which is really a pity.

　"What is the core of the abyss?" Xing Mo asked.

　"...a condensation of unknown elements...can...create...strange phenomena..." the assassin answered without reservation.

　"Is it on every ship?" Xing Mo asked again.

　"Yes..." the assassin replied.

　It was a suicide attack... It seems that the disturbance previously detected from the unknown area was emitted by the core of the abyss.

　This ship must be sunk immediately!

　Xing Mo frowned, waved his hand, dispersed the souls of the dead men, and then jumped out of the unknown area.

　As soon as her feet touched the deck, she heard a roar from the distant West Three Islands—

　"boom----"

　Xingmo looked up and was surprised to find fireballs falling from the clouds.

　Xisan Island opened fire!

　Pulled by the dark gravity, the shells flew straight towards Xingmo... no, towards the core of the abyss under her feet!

　Her eyes focused, and Xingmo immediately waved her cloak. The dark mist swallowed her and she retreated quickly.

　The next second, she landed on the bridge of the Academi, shook off the raindrops on her straw raincoat, and shouted: