Chapter 758: I'm back (please vote for the big chapter)
The huge octopus monster tried to retract its tentacles to resist the blow, but it was already too late.
The sharp blade that cut through the storm penetrated its head, penetrated its bones, passed through the dense energy collection points in its mind, and then passed out from the back of its head.
Then with a roaring sound, the slender harpoon shattered into pieces and turned into endless dust in the rain.
This harpoon has been reinforced by multiple layers of spiritual consciousness, and the power it has faced has exceeded its original limit. As the power of spiritual consciousness is exhausted, it can no longer maintain its shape.
The energy circuit in the huge monster's body also collapsed at the same time with this crisp sound.
However, this monster was too huge and did not die immediately.
He Ao turned off his super memory and fell forward. Endless blood seeped out of his skin, stained his clothes red, and was diluted by the heavy rain.
At the moment when super memory was activated, he felt that his heart had stopped beating.
If his life was a countdown, he was frantically dragging the last progress bar just now.
The twisting and severe pain wrapped around his body, the pain was several times more powerful than before. The severe fatigue hit his brain, making him almost unable to stand up.
He gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground, and completely pushed his body up. He relied on pure willpower to support his body. Then he slowly stood up, picked up the three remaining harpoons on the ground, and jumped to the
On the rear deck.
The monster was dead, but the ship was also damaged and continued to sink.
"why why why."
The man in white robe knelt on the deck and stared blankly at the head of the huge monster sinking on the sea as the ship sank. "The power of the gods is invincible."
Huh——
Hearing the gentle footsteps behind him, he raised his head and looked at He Ao who was walking step by step, "Why? Why are you, a devil, still alive!?"
He Ao did not speak, but pulled another metal strip from the wall next to him, tied up the harpoon, and carried it behind his back.
"You deserve to die!
!”
The man in white robe stood up angrily, raised his fist, and punched He Ao.
boom--
He Ao raised his hand, easily grasped the white-robed man's wrist, and then slowly twisted it.
Even if He Ao is very weak now, he cannot be defeated by the man in white robe who has lost his armor.
The man in the white robe felt pain and let go of his hand, revealing the broken pendant shining with a dull orange light in his palm.
The power of this pendant seems to have been exhausted, and the dim brilliance is completely dissipating.
And as the man in white robe let go of his hand, the pendant also fell from the air.
He Ao reached out his hand and caught the pendant.
The man in white robe looked at He Ao angrily, "Let go of it, it is the blessing given to me by the eternal light!"
He Ao glanced at him, moved the hand that held his wrist upwards, and let go at the same time.
The man in white robe was shaken by He Ao's strength, and he lost his balance. After spinning around a few times, he fell to the deck.
He Ao looked at him calmly and then at the broken pendant.
The pendant is spherical as a whole, like a small sun, with dim orange light escaping from it. At the same time, the entire pendant is also covered with dense cracks and is about to completely collapse.
This is not a truly extraordinary item, but a 'container' that uses a special method to store special power. Judging from its performance, it is still a one-time 'container'.
Now, the power inside is exhausted and the container has lost its use and is about to be completely broken.
At the same time, the sound of squirming flesh and blood came from the surroundings. Behind He Ao, a huge tentacle slowly lifted up and moved towards where the two of them were standing.
"You let go of the blessings of the gods! You devil! You will never be able to obtain the blessing of eternal light!"
The man in white robe looked at He Ao angrily. He staggered up and wanted to fight for his treasure again. At this time, he saw the tentacles behind He Ao, so he laughed and said,
"You stupid demon! The Apostle of God will not die! He will be resurrected by the eternal light! Then he will tear you twisted demon into pieces!
!”
He Ao glanced at him, stretched out his hand to hold the pendant, and then slowly applied force.
The pendant that exuded dull brilliance was crushed into dust in his hands.
His tone was calm and he said word by word, "Your gods have never protected you."
"What did you say?!"
The man in white robe looked stunned.
At this moment, the huge tentacle suddenly passed through He Ao and wrapped around the man in white robe.
"Great apostle! What are you doing!
!”
The man in white robe looked at all this in horror. He tried hard to break free, but to no avail.
He Ao opened his hand and let the dust of the pendant scatter.
Then he turned around and walked towards the side of the ship step by step.
In fact, from beginning to end, the eternal light has no power at all.
The man in white robe's so-called apostle of gods has nothing to do with his gods, but is a monster in the stormy sea.
This monster has been following the ship, but it was oppressed by the special power in the pendant and did not dare to attack.
Similarly, his so-called blessing from the gods was just that when he used the pendant to stimulate the monster's ferocity, the monster did not dare to attack him out of fear of the pendant.
In fact, what the monster wants to kill most is the person who catalyzed the pendant.
Anyone who knows how to use this pendant can affect monsters on stormy seas.
The so-called gift and blessing of the man in white robe is just wishful thinking.
At this moment, the water was approaching the deck. He Ao walked to the side of the ship and began to cut the lifeboat's cable with a metal piece.
"Hahaha! You can't go back! Without a navigation system, no one can leave the Sea of Storms!
!”
Behind him, the trembling and violent screams of the man in white robes came.
He Ao didn't pay attention to him, threw the lifeboat onto the sea, and jumped on.
"ah!
!It’s impossible for gods to abandon me!
!You evil...”
The man in white robe did not say his last words, because the surging blood had blocked his throat, and the huge tentacles wrapped around him began to slowly shrink, compressing and twisting his chest.
The monster from the deep sea used the last bit of strength in its life to tear this annoying, noisy 'human' into pieces.
Blood and flesh were sprinkled on the smooth deck, and then were submerged by the dark sea water.
He Ao sat in the lifeboat and fell into a brief silence.
This lifeboat, it seems, has no oars?
He glanced around and suddenly saw a silver floating 'box' around him.
That is his 'nutrition cabin', or 'coffin'.
He held the part of the ship that had not completely sunk with his hands and led the lifeboat to the nutrition cabin.
He looked down at the damaged nutrition cabin, and then turned over the 'lid' of the nutrition cabin.
The dried blood stains on it have become somewhat dull due to the soaking in sea water, but a 'K' pattern can be vaguely seen.
That was the last picture my brother drew.
Praying to the only 'god' who might be able to protect his younger brother.
He Ao was silent for a moment, then reached out and took a moment to remove the 'lid' of the nutrition cabin.
Then he took his 'coffin board' and looked up at the sky.
In his other vision, the entire sky and sea were densely covered with twisted patterns.
However, these patterns are not all equally dense. Some places are dense and some places are relatively sparse.
He Ao rowed the lifeboat in the direction with the lowest density of eucalyptus.
There were some small shadows surrounding him. They circled around Heao's boat, but they did not dare to attack.
On He Ao's red-stained clothes, there was a lot of 'blood' from that octopus monster.
The aura of high-level monsters permeates both above and below the sea surface.
The storm continued, and He Ao also maintained a stable rowing speed while paying attention to draining the rainwater that fell into the lifeboat.
His body has already reached its limit, and as long as he stops, he may fall asleep immediately.
But he couldn't stop. More and more shadows gathered under the lifeboat. These aquatic monsters born in the stormy sea were both afraid of the blood and breath of high-ranking monsters, and they were also greedy for He Ao's flesh and blood.
They rub against the alloy bottom of the lifeboat, consuming the lifeboat's durability.
Once He Ao stops for a moment and shows his weak appearance, his lifeboat will be torn apart by these monsters in an instant.
As more and more monsters gathered under his boat, these monsters began to devour and kill each other.
The boiling blood soaked into the dark water, dragging a long trail behind the narrow life raft.
He Ao's eyes were calm and he rowed the lifeboat step by step. The blood dragged on longer and longer, attracting more monsters.
There are no stars, sun or moon on the stormy sea, and thunderous dark clouds are always present in the sky. Under the unchanging scenery, time seems to be a word without concept.
The storm kept falling.
If he were an ordinary person, he would probably die of a cold on the sea just from the constant storm.
The storm would blow his boat away and off course, so he spent a long time adjusting his sailing direction.
He Ao didn't know how long he had been paddling. The sea and waves around him seemed to have remained the same forever, and there was no trace of land.
However, when he crossed a certain 'boundary', everything changed.
The dark water was still dark, but it no longer exuded the oppressive terror. The storm stopped, and the clouds in the sky seemed to have become much thinner. They were just dark clouds, not thunder.
The monsters chasing He Ao have stopped here, staying outside the 'boundary'.
He Ao turned around and looked behind him.
Between the dark sea water and the dark sea water, between the thick dark clouds and the shallow dark clouds, a clear dividing line is formed, like an invisible barrier, dividing the sea areas on both sides into two worlds.
He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked in front of him. At the end of his field of vision, there was an endless stretch of majestic white coastline.
The coastline was so close to him, at most two kilometers, but before he crossed that line, he could see only endless waves and no appearance of land at all.
The biting cold wind blew over He Ao's cheek, causing his body to tremble subconsciously.
This seems to be the "safe sea area" that Yin Luo once heard from his parents, and its coverage area is probably the sea area within two kilometers of the coastline.
Of course, this sea area isolated from the outer storm sea and close to the land is not completely safe, but it is relatively safer than the storm sea.
At this moment, there are no more monsters from the Storm Sea chasing around He Ao's lifeboat, but there are more monsters more similar to 'fish' hovering around.
These monsters are not as crazy as the monsters in the Storm Sea, and are much weaker, but also more ignorant.
When He Ao's lifeboat had rowed less than three to four hundred meters ahead, some smaller 'fish' with sharp teeth began to try to attack the bottom of the lifeboat.
However, the original design of these lifeboats was prepared to guard against these small fish in safe waters. The bottom is a hard alloy bottom, which can withstand relatively frequent small attacks.
Under the attack of these small fish, He Ao rowed the lifeboat and moved closer to the coastline.
As time went on, some "big fish" were also attracted by the smell of blood. Most of them were afraid of the smell of He Ao and did not dare to attack.
But there are still a few who have been hanging around, eager to try.
Finally, when He Ao was only a hundred meters away from the sea, a huge shark-like monster with a body length of about ten meters finally couldn't help it, opened its huge mouth, and bit into He Ao's lifeboat.
Its purpose is not to directly bite Ho Ao to death, but to bite the boat into pieces and let Ho Ao sink into the sea.
Once Heao sinks into the sea, all the monsters around him will no longer hesitate and will swarm up.
Then He Ao looked at the charging 'shark' and raised the coffin board that was used as a paddle in his hand.
boom--
The shark's upper body was smashed to pieces in an instant, and splashes of blood and flesh scattered down like a torrential rain. The shark's lower body also flew out with this terrifying force and fell into the sea level.
Countless small fishes swarmed up with joy, swallowing its flesh and blood, thanking nature for its gift.
As the shark's flesh and blood attracted the fish away, He Ao quickly rowed the lifeboat and rushed to a beach.
This lifeboat sailed out of the stormy sea and was rubbed against by so many terrifying monsters and attacked by small fish. The bottom of the boat actually began to leak.
If that big shark hadn't sacrificed itself for others just now and attracted the fish away, the ship might have sunk.
However, the blow just now made He Aoben's already exhausted body even more weak. He climbed out of the lifeboat with difficulty and stepped into the thick snow.
It's the middle of winter now, and it seems to be snowing, with white snow covering the entire ground.
As the biting cold wind blew through his body, he felt that the pain in his body was slightly relieved, as if his 'promotion' was about to end, but the whispers in his mind showed no sign of weakening.
As the pain lessened, more intense fatigue swept over me.
He dragged the 'coffin board' on the snow and walked forward step by step.
This place seems to be in the wilderness. There are no man-made buildings at the end of the field of vision. There are some stirred clouds in the distant sky, which seem to be some kind of aircraft passing through.
He Ao climbed up a hillside, stood under the gray sky, raised his head, and looked ahead.
At the end of the white snow and cumulus clouds, a magnificent city is standing there quietly.
That's the city of Winter.
He Ao looked back at the vast sea, stood up the metal plate in his hand, leaned against his side, and looked at the blood stains on the surface.
He spoke slowly, his voice was hoarse and childish, as if he was speaking to himself, but also to the soul of Xiamo Lake on a snowy night,
"I'm back."
The cold wind blew across the young cheeks, and the sudden whistling sound came from far to near.
