Cracks spread from the silver axe and the scythe amidst the roar of the collision.
The broken axe blade flew out, and the Eye of Horus on the scythe also shattered.
In that instant, Old Xiao roared.
The two of them threw away the broken weapons in their hands at the same time, raised their fists again, and slammed them together. Amidst the Chimera's roar, Huai Shi abruptly dodged the fist that was sweeping towards her. Then, she raised her five fingers and jabbed at the Chimera's throat, blocking the roar back down.
Then, as his wrist contracted, his five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist. He charged forward again, smashing the Sphinx's head with a roar.
This was the straw that broke the camel's back.
This time, the fragile skull could no longer withstand the bombardment of this punch. It shattered with a dull sound, and the last head was about to be destroyed.
But right after that, Huai Shi suddenly trembled and bent over involuntarily. She saw the chimera's long tail smashing into her abdomen like a hammer. It was almost as if the chimera's tail was trying to break through steel, causing cracks to spread.
He staggered backward and gasped for breath. Then, he and Old Xiao pounced forward at the same time.
The battle began again.
This time, it was no longer a battle between swords and sabers and flying between the sea and the sky, but a face-to-face battle.
After discarding all the irrelevant elements, they returned to the realm of beasts.
Bones were broken, blood was washed!
Every time they collided, stomped their feet, and punched, there would be a roar. The wailing sailboat was constantly shaking and cracking, and thick smoke rose from the burning flames.
The ashes fell on the broken armor of the angel of authority, and the light in Huai Shi's eyes gradually flickered and dimmed.
In the violent battle, the endless power seemed to have been squandered away, and it was difficult to resist the fierce poison of the dark elemental substance. Under the armor, he gradually recovered the senses of flesh and blood.
He felt the tearing pain, as well as dizziness and fatigue.
But the other side was not much better. The two eyesore tails had been completely torn off by Huai Shi, and the last head of the Sphinx had been smashed to pieces by Huai Shi.
Punches, punches, and punches again!
Amidst the rumbling sounds, the Archangel of Power was like a machine that did not know fatigue, forcefully shaking the Chimera's torrential winds and torrential rains, before using violence to counter violence with an iron fist!
Amidst the dull sound, the exoskeleton in front of the chimera's chest was completely shattered, revealing the devastation within.
Old Xiao staggered and took a step back.
However, Huai Shi continued to advance. Once again, he raised his fist and smashed out!
Bang!
"Come on!"
Huai Shi roared and stepped forward, pressing forward step by step. He waved his hand to wipe away the blood on the back of his hand and clenched it again. The sound of steel rubbing against each other was so ferocious. "Haven't you made a lot of preparations? Take it out, Old Xiao! Let's see how you can win! "
"Ha, haha … hahaha!"
The Chimera seemed to be amused by Huai Shi's words. It clutched its stomach and laughed, unable to contain its joy. Even if Huai Shi pulled him up and punched him again and again, smashing him into the ruins of the bridge.
"You really …"
Bang!
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Huai Shi's iron fist. He slowly clenched his fist and smiled savagely. "— — You don't know anything!"
A loud explosion rang out.
As the beast's arms danced, Huai Shi was pulled into the air. He smashed through the floorboards and fell into the lower level of the cabin. Immediately afterwards, however, the Chimera raised its foot and stomped down on his face!
Huai Shi rolled, dodged, and crawled to his feet, panting violently.
He felt waves of dizziness, and his vision darkened. However, what made him uneasy was Ai Qing's silence and the burning pain in his skull. This was the punishment for breaking his oath.
Even though the chains on his body had been shattered, the principles and commandments of the Origin Substance still existed. At this moment, as he weakened, they appeared once again, tormenting his soul.
Like cold steel, they struck him again and again, shaking his consciousness and causing his vision to darken.
"Guess, Huai Shi!"
Old Xiao roared and swung his fist, sending him flying. "Guess why Yaka went crazy!"
Huai Shi retreated, his feet leaving two deep marks on the broken deck.
"Guess!" He roared angrily again. "When Kou Siche felt that he was about to die, he went crazy and tried to kill an entire ship of people?"
Boom!
Huai Shi was smashed into the wall.
"Guess again — — Why? The more people die on this ship, the faster it will die!"
He laughed savagely, then raised his foot and kicked forward. A terrifying force burst forth, causing Huai Shi to break through several layers of the cabin's floorboards and be wedged into the wall.
"Finally, guess — —"
He slowly bent down and picked up Huai Shi's broken axe from the ground. He staggered forward with a malicious and ferocious smile on his face. "It's only been a night's journey, but why haven't we seen the so-called New World yet?"
Old Xiao looked down at Huai Shi's broken face and shook his head in disappointment.
He slowly raised the axe and swung it down!
The blade of the axe stopped abruptly in front of Huai Shi's eyes.
The end of the handle was suddenly grasped by a hand, unable to move an inch forward.
"You're using my axe to chop me?"
Huai Shi slowly raised his head and stared at the hideous face. "Who gave you the confidence?"
The sound of steel rubbing against each other burst forth.
The blade of the axe retreated.
Upwards.
It moved away inch by inch between Huai Shi's raised fingers.
In his dizziness and pain, Huai Shi roared. He suddenly raised his hand, clenched it, and smashed it into Old Xiao's face. Then, he punched again, and again!
Until that broken face was smashed into a bloody mess by him.
Finally, he clenched his fist with all his might.
He swung it!
With a roar, the chimera flew out. After smashing through the cabin, it landed on the deck, which was riddled with holes, and fell into the flames.
Huai Shi gasped for breath as she crawled up from the ground. Dragging her axe, she climbed up step by step and crawled out.
In the end, he saw the enemy lying on the ground.
It seemed that he had no strength left.
He leaned against the broken rail and opened his eyes with difficulty. He looked at Huai Shi, who was walking towards him step by step. For some reason, he couldn't help but laugh hoarsely.
"Did you think of a joke?" Huai Shi asked indifferently. "Why don't you say it so that everyone can listen to it?"
"Isn't the one in front of me a joke?"
Old Xiao panted and smiled mockingly at him. "How ironic, Huai Shi. It was destined from the beginning … Only you, you can't win. Hahahaha. "
He said, "You can kill me, but you can't escape that curse."
In his dizziness, Huai Shi felt a sharp pain in his head. He staggered and gritted his teeth angrily. He stepped forward and asked hoarsely, "A ridiculous joke? Are these your last words? "
"Is that so?"
Old Xiao raised his head and spat out a mouthful of black blood. He sneered. "Do you want to make it clearer, Huai Shi? Or, why don't you ask Ai Qing? "
Ai Qing didn't say anything.
She lowered her eyes.
"Do you see?"
Old Xiao sneered. "You're the only one who is kept in the dark. No, there's one more."
He stared maliciously at the pale girl behind Huai Shi.
"Give up, Huai Shi."
Old Xiao shook his head and said mockingly, "No matter how hard you struggle, you can't change the final result … Is it because my question is not simple enough, or you don't want to get the result from thinking?
"It was destined from the beginning —"
He laughed out loud. "On this ship, there can only be one person who can reach the New World!"
This was the truth behind Ai Qing's silence.
The gods finally made a contract in the struggle and made a compromise after all kinds of intense or secret probing.
The gods could cruelly punish these traitors, and the White Crown King was not generous. He didn't want homeless dogs and frustrated losers who only knew how to tuck their tails between their legs.
The obstacles and curses of the gods were exactly what he wanted. Only in such a cruel and cold way could the fugitives completely extinguish their unrealistic delusions and face the cold reality and the tragic battle.
From the beginning, this ship was not the ideal home of the fugitives.
It was a big cauldron that smelted the miraculous gold from the dregs and waste.
He would choose one winner from a hundred losers. He would choose a true powerhouse from the countless abandoned dust. He would choose someone who could truly help him accomplish his great cause.
This was the curse and blessing of the White Crown King.
Among all the sinners on this ship, only one person would be pardoned by the White Crown King.
Only one.
When the Mayflower set sail, the final result was already destined. Nothing could be avoided. Everything that happened later was just a step toward the predetermined ending.
It was just to welcome the final winner.
At the moment of realization, Huai Shi felt a sharp pain in his skull like erupting lava. He almost couldn't stand still. Violent waves reverberated in his source substance.
It was as if an iron pen fell, engraving an order that couldn't be disobeyed in his soul stroke by stroke.
It made him tremble and roar tragically.
"Do you finally understand? Huai Shi. "
"Then, finally, let's guess …" He laughed strangely and whispered softly, "Whose Philosopher's Stone recorded this part of history?"
At that moment, Huai Shi roared and slashed down with his axe.
It completely chopped off his dog's head!
The broken head rolled on the ground, and the last mocking smile still remained.
"Everything of Paracelsus will be buried here."
The broken head raised its eyes from the blood, and its lips opened and closed silently. It stared pitifully at Huai Shi and Lily in front of it, "She died in your hands."
"Abraham Van Helsing, don't forget, this is your mission."
He closed his eyes.
Under the blade of Huai Shi's axe, it fell apart.
In the gradually cold hand of the corpse, the five fingers slowly spread out, revealing the scratched wanderer coin.
On the coin, the holy statue of the archangel stared indifferently at Huai Shi's face with a mocking smile.
Huai Shi fell to the ground powerlessly, no longer able to hold the axe.
Countless voices echoed in his ears, like thunder or soft whispers. The voices of thousands of people overlapped in his consciousness, giving him a mission that couldn't be disobeyed.
Kill Paracelsus!
Kill … Lily!
This was the mission that Van Helsing had to complete. This was the ending left in the Philosopher's Stone. This was … everything that you had done with your own hands!
At that moment, Huai Shi came to a realization from the pain of his soul being torn apart.
He couldn't help but laugh.
He laughed at himself.
When he tried his best to pick up the gun on the ground and slowly got up from the ground, his eyes became unfamiliar.
It was as if he had woken up from a long dream.
Lily stared at him blankly for a long, long time. She seemed to finally understand something, but her pale face still had a sad confusion.
"So … you came to kill me, Huai Shi?"
"Yes."
Huai Shi nodded, enduring the pain in his skull, and his face gradually became ferocious.
He slowly raised the pistol.
He aimed at the girl's face.
It shattered her last hope, and she couldn't hold back her tears.
"Why on earth!" She choked and shouted, "I just, I just want to live."
Huai Shi didn't answer.
He just stared silently at her crying face. After a long time, he sighed softly, "Yes, why is it so difficult to just want a happy life?"
He said, "Probably … this world is like this."
From the beginning, it was shrouded in the shadow of hell. Freedom was just a fleeting illusion, and the humble life was the currency at the fingertips of the gods.
In such a world, how could there be any happiness to pursue?
Huai Shi's eyes drooped as she felt something within her body crumbling apart.
"Sorry, I lied to you." “
He murmured softly. This was his final farewell and apology.
Since this game was destined to end from the very beginning, it was time for it to end.
Thus, the warmth of the past was no longer there.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger.
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