A gust of sea breeze blew past, and a pure white bra slowly descended from the sky. The hull of the ship shook rhythmically with the waves.
Chloe was lying on the deck with her back exposed. Her face was pale, and sweat kept dripping down. On the other side, Mary had already curled up in a corner, covering her eyes and not daring to watch.
Hoffa was somewhat sympathetic. "I'm going to start."
"Can you not speak?"
"Okay."
He raised his dagger.
Chloe shouted, "Wait!"
He put down the dagger. "What's wrong?"
"You … You … Be gentle …"
She trembled as she spoke.
Hoffa pressed one hand on her back and covered her mouth with the other, and stabbed with all his might.
The blade stabbed into one of Chloe's eyes on her back. Chloe let out a miserable groan. She couldn't help but bite Hoffa's hand, and the pain made her tear up.
Hoffa didn't make a sound, but sweat dripped from his chin onto the nun's back.
He exerted force with his arm, and one of the eyes on her back was dug out. It seemed to have its own life and consciousness. It spun and struggled wildly, and there were even some tangled tentacles at its tail. It looked abnormally ferocious.
"Ah!!"
"I'm in so much pain!!"
Chloe groaned under Hoffa's hand. Blood gushed out from her back and flowed down her slender waist onto the deck.
Hoffa threw the eye that he had dug out into the sea. In the deep sea, some sharks smelled the captivating scent of blood. They wagged their tails and swam towards the surface of the water, chasing each other.
Mary curled up in a corner and watched as the eyes were dug out one by one and thrown into the sea.
She arched her back and covered her eyes, not daring to watch. But somehow, through the gaps between her fingers, she saw the gray-haired youth raise his dagger and cut down with a cold expression.
As if his calm and indifferent expression gave her strength, she trembled as she crawled along the deck and grabbed Chloe's arm.
"Bear with it, my dear … Just bear with it."
Chloe couldn't bear it anymore and could only scream.
"Hurry up … hurry up …!"
Hoffa unsheathed his blade. Like a machine, the blade rose and fell, the blade rose and fell … Amidst Chloe's almost numb screams of pain, he gouged out all of his eyes.
Mary hurriedly took out a towel and bandages and applied medicine on Chloe to stop the bleeding. At this moment, the nun's lips were pale and she was on the verge of collapsing.
After the surgery, Hoffa did not dare to rest for a moment.
Although he removed the Dark Sorcerers' tracking magic, it only cut off the possibility of them continuing to track him.
However, the speedboats in the distance had already surrounded them. The most important thing now was to quickly leave this place and find a safe place to treat the nun. Otherwise, she would most likely fall into a desperate situation due to excessive blood loss.
The lifeboat started moving again. However, at this moment, a gust of cold air engulfed Hoffa's body. He shivered and looked down.
At this moment, icicles appeared on the surface of the sea. The icicles expanded rapidly and soon froze the surface of the sea with a layer of frost.
Not only that, but there were also snowflakes floating in the sky. The snowflakes floated in the air but did not fall. Instead, they intersected in the air and formed ice needles one after another.
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At the same time, on a few speedboats in the distance, a man raised his arm and clenched his fist in the air.
The speedboats that were moving forward all stopped.
"Freeze the surface of the sea," he ordered.
The Dark Sorcerers behind him looked at each other with disdain.
However, they still reached their hands into the sea and chanted in a low voice, "Freeze.
land。”
Immediately, with each Dark Sorcerer's arm as the center, the surface of the sea began to freeze at an alarming speed. Be it the rolling waves or the whistling winds, everything stopped at this moment due to the low temperature.
A flying fish seemed to have sensed something and wanted to jump out of the sea. However, the moment it jumped, it was frozen on the surface of the sea, forming a small crescent-shaped ice sculpture.
Seeing that the surface of the sea was almost safe to walk on, the tall man sitting on the first boat stood up and said, "This is my battle. Don't interfere."
This sentence caused the other Dark Sorcerers on the same boat to stand up in an uproar. "What? The Manse said that we have to capture Lemour at all costs!"
"Hey, can you take responsibility for letting that woman go? Don't you know that she's also one of Grindelwald's targets?"
"Shut up!"
Dominic turned around and roared, "I have the final say in this part of the sea. No one can escape from me. If you really want to help, take the prisoner and get out of here after the battle. "
After saying this, he picked up a two-meter-long crossguard sword and strapped it to his back, striding off the speedboat.
The dark magi stared coldly at his back as he walked on the ice. They waited until he was far enough away. One of them sneered, "No wonder he was assigned to guard the gate in this godforsaken place. I finally know why Grindelwald doesn't like him."
Another softly agreed, "Don't talk about Grindelwald. Even I sometimes want to slap him. What's there to be proud of? He won't even know how he died when the time comes."
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Looking at the ice that was enveloping him at an alarming speed, as well as the icicles in the sky.
Hoffa knew that things weren't going well. He had miscalculated. He was still too slow. Having learned his lesson the last time, these guys had sealed off all his escape routes, be it by flying or swimming.
He looked back at Chloe, whose face was pale as if she had just given birth, and Mary, who was huddling in the corner like a frightened rabbit. He could be said to be alone and helpless.
Clenching his teeth, he took out two pistols from his pocket.
He squatted down and stuffed the pistols into Mary and Chloe's hands.
"Listen, take these two pistols for self-defense."
Chloe didn't say a word. She sat in the corner, trembling, and let Hoffa stuff the pistols into her hands.
After a pause, he said to the two of them with a serious expression, "If, and I'm saying if, I'm killed by those people, you have no choice but to kill yourselves."
Mary screamed and threw the pistols aside as if they had been burned by a soldering iron.
Hoffa picked up the pistols again and stuffed them into her hands, "Listen, if you're caught by them, you'll be sent to a concentration camp. There, you might be poisoned, starved to death, gang-raped, or even skinned. If that's the case, you might as well end your own life, understand? "
Chloe said with a hoarse voice, "Don't jinx it … Bach …"
Hoffa didn't reply. The situation was critical. He stared at the sea without blinking.
Unexpectedly, the black-robed Empire Magi who had frozen the sea quietly retreated. Their departure didn't bring Hoffa any relief. On the contrary, an invisible pressure pressed down on him like a mountain.
Pieces of ice rolled across the surface of the sea, and the entire surface of the sea was quickly frozen into a plain. The undulating waves on the plain were originally craggy, and the whole scene was extremely strange.
The surface of the ice shook slightly.
He squinted his eyes.
A tall and burly figure slowly appeared in the cold mist.
There was only one person.
He put on the black metal magic gloves and jumped off the lifeboat that was frozen to death on the surface of the sea. He walked along the undulating ice surface towards the tall figure.
The frozen surface of the sea trembled slightly, and the originally warm sea breeze turned into a bone-chilling winter wind.
The distance between them got closer and closer. When they were twenty meters apart, they both stopped.
Hoffa saw the person who came to find him.
He was wearing heavy armor, had a pointy head, and carried a huge crossguard sword that was as wide as his waist on his shoulder. He looked like a heavily armored knight from the Middle Ages.
"Bach?"
A deep voice came from the armor.
"Ethan Dominic."
Hoffa said softly.
"It's been half a year, and you still remember me. What an honor." The armor opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. There were three vertical scars above his eyes, making him look extremely fierce.
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