As this sneak assailant climbed up to the second floor, his footsteps staggered as he coughed. Droplets of scarlet saliva splashed out from the gaps of his fingers, unable to contain his joy. Then, a vast expanse of darkness engulfed him like toppling mountains and overturning seas. He closed his eyes and sprinted forward. Even amidst such darkness, he felt as though the sky and earth had turned dark.
An intense sense of helplessness pricked his nerves bit by bit, as it whittled away at his willpower. He felt that living was truly too tiring, as exhaustion engulfed his body hungrily and thirstily. It was to the extent that he wished to peacefully rest, and never wake up again.
Indeed, he was the boss of Chevalle's pirate fleet! Today, Chevalle had engaged in a battle with Little Lord Fokke before he had fully recovered from the injuries he sustained during the naval battle. Although it appeared as though he had gravely wounded Little Lord Fokke, it was absolutely not an easy task to dispel the plague that Little Lord Fokke had spread.
When Chevalle ordered his fleet to retreat, a carriage that was still unaware of the current situation was cruising past. Initially, this carriage intended to observe the chaotic situation here. After all, the location of this bar was too good. Once something unexpected happened, there was no doubt that the first person to obtain this bar would gain a lot of profit. The coachman of this carriage wanted to sell this first-hand information for a good price.
Nevertheless, this coachman's eyesight was exceedingly good. After observing the disorderly pile of corpses, he very bluntly steered the carriage away. He knew that with his current strength, it was impossible for him to participate in such a battle of strength. He didn't wish to become one of those horrifying corpses.
Because his attention was completely attracted by those corpses, he completely failed to notice that the kneeling Sheyan who was coughing violently had grabbed onto the side of the carriage, and hitched a ride with the carriage. At present, his body was concealed by the carriage, and Little Lord Fokke couldn't see Sheyan. Thus, only after the carriage had travelled a distance of nearly a hundred metres, did Little Lord Fokke regain his senses. Exerting his strength with large strides, he viciously chased after the carriage.
At this moment, the carriage driver abruptly started coughing lightly. Little Lord Fokke's virus was exceedingly malevolent. However, the stronger one was, the slower it would flare up, and the weaker the virus would be. This was the reason why Chevalle could still inflict heavy injuries to Little Lord Fokke even though his injuries weren't fully healed.
However, the most malevolent aspect of Little Lord Fokke's' Pestilence Virus' was that once infected, it would only flare up slowly. Once it flare up, it would truly be akin to a bone maggot, as it burrowed into the victim's bone marrow and wouldn't dissipate for a long time. Even if one didn't die, a layer of skin would be peeled off!
Although the coachman only took a glance from afar, he was still affected. Perhaps he was only infected by a virus when he was infected, so the outbreak was not serious. He merely coughed and felt dizzy, and wouldn't vomit blood for a short period of time. Nevertheless, the carriage's speed inevitably slowed down.
At this moment, Sheyan leapt down from the carriage. Clutching his chest, he staggered into another bar. Little Lord Fokke's ice-cold eyes didn't contain a single trace of life. Without hesitation, he dragged his heavy footsteps towards this bustling bar, as his undead armour clanked against each other …...
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Grievous news of death always spread quickly. Moreover, although Tortuga was flourishing, its actual size was merely equivalent to a small county town in the present world. The pirates weren't fools either, and were willing to become Sheyan's scapegoat. Hence, after half an hour, the entire Tortuga knew that a demon had appeared, and was currently pursuing his target. If one didn't wish to die, then one should stay far away. In fact, some pirates were so fearful of the terrifying virus that they didn't even care about the darkness of the night.
In this manner, Sheyan repeatedly encountered perilous situations. Nevertheless, he appeared to be stumbling, and constantly vomiting blood along the way, like a mouse toyed with by a cat. Nevertheless, he persisted bitterly, and dragged on.
Nevertheless, the best defence was always an offence. Sheyan was ultimately forced into a dead end.
He no longer had any means of escaping, because behind him was a hundred zhang cliff. Below the cliff, were disorderly reefs that resembled wolf's fangs. The waves of the sea appeared as though they would never rest, as they slammed heavily against the reefs, splashing out countless white foam. Then, the waves gradually receded back into the sea.
Without a doubt, if one lost one's footing and fell from such a height, one would definitely crash into the reefs and die. There wouldn't even be a chance of becoming a cripple or a vegetable.
Little Lord Fokke took a step forward. His ice-cold eyes behind his helmet flickered with a gaze that absolutely didn't belong to a human.
"Hand. Over. Ri. Record. I. Will. Let. You. Die. Faster."
Sheyan suddenly lowered his head, and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Do you still remember that red mole?"
Little Lord Fokke stared at Sheyan as though he was looking at an idiot. Instead, Sheyan's lips twitched as he laughed.
"That red mole on the left side of the beautiful Miss Sally Hepburn's * *. Could it be that after so many times, your honourable lordship has forgotten about it? "
Little Lord Fokke's body suddenly stiffened!!!
The name Sally Hepburn … … this name seemed to have been engraved into his soul! How could he forget, how could he forget? Even when Little Lord Fokke had given up everything, he still hadn't given up on his memories with her. Although this memory would occasionally torment him, Little Lord Fokke would convert this torment into motivation for his own cultivation. He wanted his enemies to experience ten times the pain he felt!
While Little Lord Fokke's mind was still in a blank state, Sheyan's venomous words were like a venomous serpent as it violently spat out.
"I heard that you and your wife used to be very loving. But later on, because you, Mr. Cuckold, became impotent and couldn't satisfy your wife, she was too empty. That's why she got involved with your bodyguards, your servants, your bartender, and pirates …."
"You. Bullshit. Speak." Little Lord Fokke's voice was as cold as ever. However, from his rapidly heaving chest, one could tell that this Mr Cuckold's emotions were extremely agitated.
"Sally didn't have an affair with a bartender!"
"Oh, she did." Sheyan shrugged his shoulders with certainty. "Because I am a bartender."
When he spoke, Little Lord Fokke hesitated for a moment, before finally reacting to Sheyan's intentions.
Little Lord Fokke couldn't utter a single word, or perhaps, he didn't wish to hear the nonsense of this man in front of him. Instead, Sheyan continued to pour oil on the fire. He earnestly recounted the scene of Sally Hepburn and Jack Sparrow having an affair. The only difference was that he swapped Jack's identity with himself. One couldn't deny that Little Lord Fokke's wife had a few peculiar hobbies when handling affairs. Little Lord Fokke was naturally aware of it, yet Sheyan viciously recounted these details. It was truly believable!
Little Lord Fokke directly launched a frenzied assault against Sheyan. He wasn't willing to listen any longer. The past was like a frenzied thorny whip lashing against his heart. His frenzied fury had completely enveloped Little Lord Fokke!
In this instance, Little Lord Fokke tossed out three 'Deathly Temptations' in a single breath! The dreadful black magic of pestilence, death and decay! Furthermore, one could observe that the black miasma around Little Lord Fokke's body had congealed into substance. Like slender tentacles, they wriggled unwaveringly towards his foe.
Sheyan tried his best to roll and evade. Instead, he couldn't help but shriek miserably; evidently, he was being tormented by immense agony. Little Lord Fokke was exceedingly satisfied with such an outcome. He absolutely wouldn't complain about the miserable shrieks of his foe. Only by tormenting him alive for three days and three nights, could he quench the hatred in his heart! Hence, he frantically unleashed several devastating black magic spells. Simultaneously, he expended a great deal of effort to protect Sheyan, to prevent him from being killed.
Amidst the mournful shrieks of his foe, Little Lord Fokke gradually calmed down. He suddenly felt that something wasn't right.
That's right!! Why was this brat screaming so loudly? Logically speaking, he should be at his last gasp!
Furthermore, why wasn't there a single trace of festering and blackening on his skin?
Thinking of that, Little Lord Fokke's pupils contracted. He abruptly pulled out a chilling runic sword from his waist, and chopped down towards the curled up Sheyan's head!
At this moment, an indescribable bizarre sensation gushed out from his heart.
This sensation was extremely unfamiliar. The last time this sensation surfaced in his heart, was probably when he heard of Sally's betrayal.
The incisive sword blade that was emitting faint white miasma whistled down, chopping towards the curled up Sheyan. It appeared as though it would directly chop Sheyan's head from his body.
Yet at this moment, the curled up Sheyan suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed onto the incisive icy sword blade!
A layer of light blue ice immediately appeared on his palm, and it was still rapidly condensing! Instead, the sword blade could only slice halfway into his palm. Then, it was as though it was welded, and couldn't penetrate any further!
The silently enduring jackal, had finally revealed its savage fangs! (To be continued.) If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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