There was an old joke.
It was said that someone on a boat encountered a storm. He suddenly realized that this was God's punishment, so he quickly knelt down and prayed, asking for forgiveness for the sake of other innocent people.
At this moment, a sneering question came from the sky, "Do you think it's easy for me to gather this boat of people?
It's like you think this is some kind of Hollywood special effects film. At most, it's like Michael Bay. Everyone has enough popcorn. "
After the opening credits, they saw the director's name — Kitano Takeshi.
The entire boat was filled with villains.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to want to die a horrible death.
What the f * ck is this?
Ai Qing gritted her teeth and suppressed her displeasure.
She had already expected what would happen. In history, the White Crown King had sent countless black boats to various parts of the world, but very few could return to the New World.
Although most of the elites of the American lineage rode such boats all the way, there must have been more than ten times, or even a hundred times, sunk into the ocean before that.
Whether or not they would even stay in the Present Realm was still a question.
According to the statistics of the Historical Redaction Committee, the wreckage of this black ship had been excavated in various borders and hell. In other words, its route wasn't as simple as going from one continent to another.
The moment they left the port, they were probably no longer in the Present Realm.
Otherwise, there would not be such a strange phenomenon like the sun fading and the eternal night shrouding. No one could resist the self-correction of the Present Realm to maintain such a huge change.
Unless it was in hell.
Only such a scene could be realized.
— The Curse of the Gods.
This strange phenomenon was called so.
This world did not allow the rise of the White Crown King. In other words, the Gods who still existed in this world in the past and even controlled this world did not allow this traitor to stand on his own.
Even if they were temporarily helpless against the White Crown King who was far away in the New World, they would never let go of any opportunity to eradicate his wings.
"But most of the people on this boat did not think of seeking refuge with the White Crown King, right?" Huai Shi sighed. "A few clubs are fighting for people, how can they make things difficult for newbies?"
Ai Qing sneered and asked back, "When you moved a chess piece forward on the chessboard, was it your own will, or did you get the permission of the chess piece?"
Huai Shi was silent.
He understood what Ai Qing meant.
What the chess piece was thinking was not important.
The most important thing was where exactly it was located.
If they were insignificant, it would not matter if they were abandoned, but if they were located in a dangerous place, then they would be ruthlessly strangled.
"The so-called human intelligence and human knowledge are too weak, Huai Shi."
Ai Qing said coldly, "In the domain of the fifth step and above, with just a thought, one can easily twist it … Just like a marionette. Not only do they have no control over their bodies, even their souls are the currency of the gods.
The only difference is whose head is printed on it and how much value is hidden behind it. "
Moreover, even if the gods still had mercy to squander, would there be an innocent person on this boat?
Come on, everyone is a dark creature, what is the point of pretending … Including Huai Shi's current level of disguise, who is not full of blood debts?
"The … Son of Original Sin?"
Ai Qing finally remembered the story title that KP had shown at the beginning, and only now did she understand the deep malice hidden in it.
What made her even angrier was that since KP's version update, the silhouettes of all the players were covered by a layer of darkness. It was impossible to see the reactions and expressions of others. Apart from a few words with no fluctuations or intonation in the communication between each other, it simply weakened the possibility of cooperation between the players to the greatest extent.
"Story, the story is the real deal, right?"
KP seemed to have glimpsed the anger in her heart and said with a smile, "The communication between the characters is the most beautiful part of the story, not the players who are above it.
If the characters are wantonly controlled and played by the higher dimensions, then what is the difference between what the gods did to humans in the past? "
Ai Qing didn't say anything more.
But Huai Shi was under a lot of pressure.
After learning about the bloody history of this dungeon from Ai Qing, he no longer had much confidence in clearing this dungeon. Even if he, a demon hunter, killed all the dark creatures on the boat one by one, he wouldn't be able to kill them all in ten days.
Moreover, in this dark ocean, even the huge steel cruise ship couldn't bring him much sense of security. No matter how strong the ship was, how many dark creatures could tear it down?
It could be said that as long as chaos broke out, everything would be destroyed.
And Paracus could hide in the dark. As long as he didn't show up, Huai Shi would lose.
Moreover, was Van Helsing's mission really so simple?
Huai Shi didn't think all this would be so simple when it involved the struggle between the Holy Spirit lineage and the American lineage. If it was just a mission … how could there be a record in the Philosopher's Stone?
"Whose Philosopher's Stone is this?" He was now puzzled from the bottom of his heart. "It can't be the White Crown King's, right?"
"Don't be kidding. The White Crown King has long been above the fifth order. The Stigmata of 'Fallen Morning Star' is just a power imitated by later generations based on his miracle."
Ai Qing said, "It's most likely some lucky person on the boat who has successfully reached the New World. No, this means that this boat has a considerable chance of reaching the New World safely … Huai Shi, we still have a chance. "
Huai Shi knew, but he was worried that this chance would soon be gone.
Because the people on the boat were about to fight.
Huai Shi, an indifferent player, might not be able to understand their situation at that time, nor could he feel the horror and despair of being abandoned by the whole world in an instant.
But there was no doubt that for the dark creatures, chaos and fighting had long been an instinct engraved in their bones.
After the initial fear, this strange Everlasting Night brought about a bone-deep pressure and an indelible despair. Then, they were on the verge of madness.
Huai Shi could almost see the fuse that was as fragile as a candle in the wind gradually collapsing.
"Don't get involved. Let's protect ourselves first." Old Xiao said in a low voice, "Come to my room later. The situation has changed. We need to take the long view."
No one objected to this.
At this critical juncture where chaos was about to break out, not to mention turning the tide, even self-preservation might become quite difficult. Even if the third order Stigmata was already considered an expert among this group of dark creatures, who knew how many strong dragons were hidden among them.
Huai Shi alone could feel a strong sense of oppression from several people, and he could not rule out the possibility that there were people at the fourth stage hiding among them.
But unexpectedly, the one who stood out to turn the tide at this time was unexpectedly the woman in the restaurant who looked unusually worn out last night.
She and her inflexible husband had left an unusually deep impression on Huai Shi.
It was not just the huge difference between the husband and wife, but also their actions this morning — when they sensed that the crew had died, they immediately rushed in the direction of the captain's room.
At least, it could be seen that their minds were still clear, and they knew that infighting at this time was tantamount to suicide. The woman who called herself Lady Eleanor tried her best to appease the people around her, and it seemed to be quite effective.
Until the old woman with the chicken's neck in her hand went crazy again.
"Shut up, bitch, this is not a place for you to sell your sex life!" She screamed angrily. "You don't know anything at all! Just for an illusory hope, you overestimated yourselves and stepped on this ship to seek your own death! Now that death is here, are you still afraid?
What are you counting on? Ha! Counting on this group of losers to unite? Counting on this group of trash who have been chased by the Holy Spirit lineage for decades without daring to show their faces? Trash is trash no matter where they go! Do you think the White Crown King will protect you if the gods are cruel to you? "
Some people glared angrily, but the old woman's expression became more and more ferocious. "Am I wrong? Who can you count on? This prostitute bitch? The one over there who only knows how to hug the cat and act pretentious? Or this rotten old man in a wheelchair who can't even speak clearly?! Forget it, you can't count on anyone! "
"Okay, shut up, Yaga."
In the wheelchair, her brother finally spoke, hoarse and muddy. "Don't say anymore."
"What did I say?" Yaga sneered. "The truth?"
"I said, shut up."
Her brother raised his muddy eyes and stared at her, some kind of terrifying light shooting out from his eyes. "Don't you know that I am saving you?"
"Haha, my good brother, you only want to save yourself!" Yaga roared. "You only want the White Crown King to extend your life! You did not hesitate to trick me onto this ship! "
"I said, shut up."
Her brother spoke again, as if the authority of an elder brother had finally taken effect. Yaga's old face twitched, and she did not say anything more. She just screamed and turned to leave the restaurant.
The chicken in her hand was still dripping blood, and her hysterical cursing and roaring could be vaguely heard from the corridor.
"I am sorry for what my sister said."
In the silence, the old man in the wheelchair first looked at the young man in the corner. "She did not mean it, but after my two nieces passed away, her actions were a little … extreme."
"I know, I know."
The Egyptian young man holding the cat laughed arrogantly, with a hint of mockery. "She is just a crazy girl, I will not care about anything because of her."
The old man nodded. "Is our alliance still in effect, Pharaoh?"
"Of course, Kosher."
The Pharaoh holding the cat glanced at the people around him indifferently, as if he was looking at dust. His eyes were contemptuous. "Before we reach the New World, the Sphinx and I will not do anything to you."
"Thank you for your generosity."
The old man slowly turned his wheelchair and looked around. "Did you hear that? Calm down, all of you. Other than this futile night, there is nothing we can do to the gods.
The White Crown King will grant us protection, all you need to do is wait. "
He said, "Dawn will eventually come."
It was like a lame joke.
But no one could laugh.
Huai Shi sat on the chair in a daze, like an obedient child, with a pure expression and harmless eyes … Then his heart was beating wildly, and he did not have any strength to laugh.
Yaga, Kosher, the Pharaoh, the Sphinx …
Oh my god, what kind of fight was this?
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