The earliest version of the ghost ship was just a transmutation of his soul.
Later, after the Hall of Valor, Netherworld Cannon, and [Devourer] were added one after another, everything changed.
Of course, this does not prevent Mark from fishing before going into the sea.
The ice sea in February is still cold and windy, and on the stern deck, a golden trumpet-shaped gramophone is playing melodious "Country Yin Music".
The music was obviously nice, but because of the appearance of the four Knights of the Apocalypse, it became as uncomfortable as the gloomy ghost weather.
The three Knights of the Apocalypse knelt on the deck in a kneeling posture. Only [War Knight] Guxin stood upright in front of Mark like a fearless and unyielding hero.
Well, if you ignore the ectoplasmic flagpole that poked through his lower back and made him look like a frog waiting to be dissected...
"Gu Xin! Let me ask you, are you convinced?" Mark sat in the top position, holding his cheek with his left hand, looking at the prisoner who had brought him the Demon God General with an intriguing expression.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu(I’m convinced)!" Gu Xin wanted to express his surrender, but the flames of his soul that had burned him for many months had made him very weak, and the mouth of his spiritual body was pierced by the ectoplasm flagpole.
Mark looked stern: "Very good! You are worthy of being a war knight! He is indeed a strong and strong man!"
"Woooooooo! (I'm not, I didn't!)" Gu Xin struggled for a while. The severe pain caused by the tearing of his soul was nothing. Looking at Mark's face, it seemed that humans and animals were harmless, but he didn't know how many evil spirits had been tricked to death.
Pai Yingjie's face, Gu Xin knew that he would definitely suffer.
"Come on! Work!" Mark clapped his hands, and two tough men, Lane and Conrad, immediately stepped forward, took down the extremely miserable Gusin, tied him to a thick rope quickly, and threw him into the sea.
If you look carefully, you will find that this so-called rope is actually a spiritual thread connecting his soul and the Blood Moon Card.
Yeah, a thicker version of Lingsi.
Essentially, this is no different from the thighs on Gu Xin's spiritual body.
As long as the Blood Moon Card is still in Mark's hand, Gu Xin's soul core cannot escape.
"Plop" a sound of falling into the water.
The bodies of the other three Apocalypse Knights were trembling slightly at the same time.
Just like loan sharks, they don't necessarily want to recoup every usurious loan. Sometimes, publicly killing the most disobedient one can make it easier for them to collect money from other hard-working people.
This is killing the chicken to scare the monkey.
What’s interesting is that the worse Gusin’s situation is, the more excited the girls who come from the major families in Bolivar become.
Perhaps this was the resentment caused by the inhumane entrustment. If Fangusin had been strong enough at the beginning, maybe the Bolivarians would have been able to become independent under the Leite Empire.
Nowadays, the worse Gu Xin is, the more these girls fanatically worship Mark.
They no longer expect to be able to climb a high tree like Rosalind, but it would be fine even if they were just acquaintances with Mark.
Mark ignored the scorching eyes of these maids. He used his spiritual vision to look through the relatively calm sea into the deep sea.
After being placed in the Hall of Valor and slowly roasted in the soul fire for so long, Gu Xin had already been filled with the fragrance of his soul from the inside out.
For evil spirits, the souls of such high-level extraordinary beings are souls that cannot resist, and have a fatal temptation.
In order to get the 'fish' to take the bait, Mark even threw the devil's Botis twenty kilometers away to grow mold.
At the stern of the Caribbean, a fishing rod, which was written as a fishing rod but was actually a thick metal mast, hung Guxin and let it sink to the bottom of the water a hundred meters deep.
Conrad and others are responsible for guarding the fishing rods.
Mark was in a cabin toward the stern of the ship, holding a newspaper, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling glass from time to time, and calling for Rosalie.
Fishing is a very boring waiting process most of the time.
For Mark, the most important thing about fishing is the result, not the process.
He also knew that once they caught a big fish, those fishermen would often suffer from some kind of amnesia, and then they would not be able to remember where their home was unless they walked around the city for three hours and visited their brothers' houses.
Mark has never caught a big fish. He only knows that he is reluctant to let the child (the knight) catch the wolf (the big fish).
Hundreds of meters underwater.
"Woooooooo! (Mark, I will definitely kill you! Throw your soul into purgatory, and return the pain I have suffered to you a thousand times!)"
On the boat on the water, three knights of the apocalypse knelt there like stone sculptures.
Moved?
Don't dare to move! Don't dare to move!
When Gu Xin's cursing soul voice came intermittently from the bottom of the water, some subtle changes occurred in the calm sea bottom.
Wind and waves at sea rarely reach the deep sea.
Only fixed ocean currents are the biggest driving force for the flow of sea water.
However, Guxin's activity caused a stir in this seemingly dead sea.
"Uuuu? (Huh huh?)" Gu Xin below was the first to notice something was wrong.
The sea is too quiet.
It was as silent as the deep sea, without sound or light.
This is definitely not normal!
Just a few seconds ago, Guxin saw a large group of small fish swimming by not far from him.
Suddenly, no matter whether they were big fish, small fish, or even the smallest krill, they all seemed to be frightened and ran away frantically, away from Guxin in the center.
"Woooooooo!" Gu Xin screamed.
There seems to be something indescribable and terrifying rising from the unseen deep seabed.
This is not an illusion!
The sea water suddenly became viscous, not only in the physical sense, but also in the spiritual world.
The originally light concentration of spiritual power in the seawater suddenly rose to an outrageous level.
Soon, slowly, slowly, a mountain rose up from the bottom of the sea.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Gu Xin screamed, like a flower girl who was forced into the corner of a small box by gangsters.
What kind of mountain is this?
This is clearly a mountain of tentacles composed of countless octopus tentacles as thick as a 32-pound gun barrel!
Guxin never felt that he had any trouble with [deep-sea phobia], but now he firmly believes that he does.
Through the dim water, he could vaguely see the huge suckers on the inside of the purple-red tentacles.
What was very wonderful was that Gu Xin suddenly discovered that the pillar of spiritual matter that penetrated his body suddenly disappeared.
Even though he knew that this was the evil intention of the damn master who controlled his destiny, Mark, his instinctive fear of the deep sea still made him say nothing. He summoned an ectoplasmic cross sword out of thin air with the power of war, and attacked the person closest to him.
One tentacle was chopped off.
To his surprise, the sharp sword blade that could even split the steel side of the Caribbean easily cut through a tentacle, but it felt like a wooden sword had cut into a thick car tire, which was filled with ectoplasmic mucus.
The skin of the tentacles was so tough that the sword blade almost bounced back instead of cutting through it.
One wrong move, another wrong move.
Gu Xin, who had lost the opportunity, had no time to launch a second blow before another tentacle tightly entangled his spiritual body.
"ah--"
The severe pain from the end of his spiritual body almost knocked Gu Xing down on the spot.
The moment his left leg was entangled, at least 206 sections of his left leg were severed!
If he were a living person, in medical terms, this would be a so-called comminuted fracture.
This is just the beginning, not the end.
The thick tentacles were like poisonous snakes, violently twisting Gu Xin's spiritual body into a ball.
Under the terrifying twisting force measured in [tons], Gu Xin's face hit his butt hard, and his entire spiritual body folded and twisted in an inhuman manner.
If it was just pure violence, forget it, suction cups the size of bowls came up one after another, sucking fiercely the spiritual essence that shattered and split from Gu Xin's spiritual body.
This is tantamount to yet another execution.
"Ahhhh!" Gu Xin's uncontrollable scream passed through a hundred meters of water and reached the sea.
The spiritual bodies of the three Knights of the Apocalypse were shaking like chaff.
No one dared to look up at the young man sitting comfortably on the main seat.
While accepting a small biscuit from Rosalind with her green onion-like jade fingers, Mark also received the black tea from Princess Marianne, and asked Yolanda to wipe his mouth before Mark said calmly:
"I'm not a devil. As long as they serve me sincerely, I will give them the necessary respect. However, since there is that so-and-so who doesn't appreciate praise, I have no choice but to use him to fish."
Fish! What a big fish!
When Conrad tied Gusin's soul thread to the winch at the stern and turned on the electric winch, the entire stern of the ship suddenly sank.
In the distance, the mortal crew members who were transferred to the icebreaker looked at the strange behavior of the Caribbean in astonishment.
For a moment, they almost thought the Caribbean was going to be pulled down by an underwater monster.
Fortunately, the ship's tonnage and buoyancy are there.
The waterline at the stern only sank two meters, and the stern immediately rose again.
The man in the deep sea seemed unwilling to let such a fragrant bait run away, and actually caught up with him on the surface.
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ps: My family is in a drug trap. It’s a bit annoying.