Chapter 815: Chapter 684: The Fiery Red-Haired Woman
Inside the abandoned shipyard called “Heart of the Ocean”, a horrifying scene unfolds. The source of the extre disgust and perating radiation stench naturally has no effect on Tang Qi, who isn’t even bothered to take a second look.
But for the forty newbies onboard, it presents an unimaginable impact.
No matter how strong their ntal resilience, they cannot avoid plunging into terror.
In fact, they haven’t started vomiting yet, which is thanks to the restraint the molten furnace flas have over pollution radiation.
With continuous accumulation of knowledge, most of the ti Tang Qi doesn’t need to use a special ability to directly discern so monster’s origins and informational aspects, aligned with his profession as a polymath.
Like at this mont, Tang Qi looks at the screen where the image appears, his gaze directly falls on the rotten rmaid’s exposed body, where there’s a naturally ford bluish-black trident-shaped rune symbol, topped with a rough crown.
Instantly, judgnt forms in Tang Qi’s mind.
“During the Dark Era, residents of a large group of islands near the New Continent collectively worshiped a dark sea god hidden deep in the ocean. His na is ‘Kerimauris’, his form resembles an enormously inflated frogman; his weapon is a trident forged from deep sea stone, and he communicates with his believers through a servant species.”
“This species calls themselves ‘rmaid servants’, their appearance resembles mythical rmaids but uglier, seemingly mutated rmaids.”
“Ordinary rmaid servants can only be considered magic creature-type extraordinary beings, possessing only so normal extraordinary power, not eligible as a sacrifice.”
“But if a ‘royal family’, they are gifted a drop of sovereign blood upon birth, barely qualifying as a sacrifice.”
Tang Qi doesn’t hold back, unemotionally informing the forty newbies of this information.
After speaking, he points at the screen, and says:
“This is a mber of the rmaid royal family, most likely a princess.”
“According to records, the extraordinary power she possesses includes but is not limited to body mutation, mind reading, splitting, spit poison water, and release poison fog… She exists in a state of half-alive, half-dead, and the mutant rging with her will inherit most of her powers.”
“As for the others, although they haven’t consud the flesh and blood, by having had the soup, each should have gained so powers.”
“Sacrifice has one important prerequisite, which is to first weaken the sacrifice, at least to a frail state.”
“This will be your first battle, so I’ll provide… weapons.”
As Tang Qi’s voice falls, various curios manifest around the Fool’s Ship, from firearms to cold weapons, or special weapons like scrolls and talismans, each sparking a ghost light that stirs deep emotions.
Almost imdiately, the eyes of forty people light up.
Once more, they affirm deep down that their decision was too correct.
From the first eting, receiving the knowledge gift pack, and now being directly given extraordinary weapons?
“Those smart ones who didn’t co will surely regret it later.”
Just as the newcors feel an enormous thrill, suddenly, they simultaneously see the molten furnace flas automatically envelope each floating curio, without waiting for their puzzled questions.
All weapons make a “whoosh” sounds, plumting like teorites.
“Leader…?”
As Klaus exclaims, everyone sees a mischievous, unhidden smile on the face of their very good leader.
Next second, forty people simultaneously scream, the world seemingly overturning in their eyes.
The Fool’s Ship is capsizing, although they try to hold onto sothing, anyone doing so will only be greeted with relentless paddle slaps.
They watch below as the steel lid of the shipyard is shattered by dozens of “teorites”, while the madn partaking in a “self-service feast” simultaneously roar and react, lifting their heads and suddenly facing forty falling newbies like dumplings.
The feast initiator, half his body joining with the “rmaid”, is imrsed in the pleasure of acquiring powers, abruptly hears the commotion, instinctively looks up, remarkably coincidentally, and a heavy sword enveloped in molten furnace flas pierces through the steel plate, the tip expanding in his sight.
Slash!
“Ah!”
With a sound, the initiator lets out a heart-wrenching scream.
Regardless if they’re madn or the falling newbies, upon looking at it, they all feel a faint chill in their throat.
The initiator and the monster below him jointly perform a “sword swallowing”.
Clearly so extraordinary weapon heavy sword originates from his mouth and pierces into the monster’s body, threading them together.
The inscriptions on the heavy sword inherently contain effects like “sharpness”, “penetration”, “tearing”, coupled with the ever-burning molten furnace flas, exacerbating the situation. Despite the monster’s body instantly surging with bluish-black putrid aura, retaliating against the invading flas and magic power.
But the pain doesn’t lessen in the slightest.
Although witnessing all this, everyone wants to laugh.
Yet their own predicant denies them any chance to chuckle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Forty people, not missing any, crash down.
Of course, Tang Qi’s special care ensures no one dies from the height, but most end up bruised and battered.
However, they’re also too occupied to wail or complain.
Before they even had a chance to get up, the first thing they saw upon opening their eyes were twisted, crazed faces.
In the central sewage pit, the initiator of the sword-swallowing gathering roared:
“Tear them to pieces for .”
“Boom!”
The first to be besieged was Happy Fisher, the heaviest and quickest to land.
However, this seemingly clumsy fat young man unexpectedly showed agile and clever movents. He quickly got up as if he hadn’t been hurt by the fall, first using a headbutt to knock back an approaching ugly madman, and then skillfully using the terrain to evade the onslaught.
But few were as quick to respond as him.
Of the forty new wizards, most had no combat experience.
The majority were captured the mont they fell.
For example, at this mont, a young man who resembled a regular urban office worker fell perfectly into the passageway and was imdiately surrounded by five madn, with both his hands and feet caught in the grasp of his captors.
The appearance of these madn had undergone mutations, with web-like structures appearing between their fingers and toes, and so amphibian-like translucent mbranes growing beneath their ribs. The mouths they slowly opened were filled with incredibly sharp teeth and saliva uncontrollably dripping out.
They completely obeyed the mutated gathering initiator, grabbing and scratching at their prey, trying to tear them to pieces.
So even went straight for a bite.
Only when they tore through the prey’s skin did they imdiately encounter a backlash.
What should have been sweet blood felt like they were consuming incredibly hot, scalding lava.
At the sa ti, the shipyard was filled with wails.
From his seat at the bow, leisurely looking over materials and selecting the second training ground, Tang Qi heard the commotion and glanced over, only to see a group of “frogn” gradually turning a bluish-black color simultaneously raising their heads, and in their screams, their mouths erupted with bloody blisters.
This scene was both eerie and absurd.
However, his subordinates were also not in a good state.
The molten furnace flas within them indeed had a terrifying restraint on these mutant madn, but the problem was, they had only just beco lter Wizards, with extrely limited Magic Power inside them, lasting at most a dozen seconds, or even less.
Especially as the frogn’s claws and saliva carried Pollution.
In an instant, nearly every lter Wizard found themselves in an extre danger.
Especially when the frogn realized these prey couldn’t be eaten, they began using other ans.
Just as Tang Qi had hinted earlier, the frogn each displayed different Extraordinary Powers, from body expansion to ghostly speed, or spitting poison water and poison fog, each straining the novices, their bodies quickly becoming battered, their Magic Power rapidly depleted.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would soon be completely annihilated.
Tang Qi continued to watch with a calm gaze, having no intention of intervening.
However, his gaze quickly fell on a figure.
It was a red-haired witch about twenty-five or six years old, not moving fast, but skillfully dodging the pursuit of four frogn with agile movents. Following her direction, Tang Qi soon saw, at the edge of that sewage pit, a fla floating.
Inside the fla was an exquisitely designed hunting rifle, covered all over in dense Runes.
Even an ordinary person could sense its special nature.
“Nice choice!”
Tang Qi had just uttered this assessnt when he saw the red-haired woman make an extrely clumsy roll, quickly approaching the fla, though using a bit too much force, almost falling into the sewage pit.
Snap!
Annie Fox gripped the hunting rifle with one hand, bracing herself with the other to steady the body that nearly slipped, while she still had the leisure to cast a schadenfreude smile at the gathering initiator who was glaring at her with bulging eyes.
Imdiately, she whirled around and pulled the trigger on the four rushing figures.
“Boom! Bang!”
Annie Fox, looking heroic a second ago, fell backward uncontrollably into the maggot-ridden, foul-slling pit of sewage at the mont she felt the incredible recoil.
Fortunately, as a girl from the Southern Federation countryside who often toyed with guns, her experience with regular firearms saved her from the fate of blowing her own head off. The underestimated recoil, however, brought an unexpected benefit, as the shot fired into the air perfectly covered the bellies of the four incoming frogn.
Accompanied by a burst of fiery explosion, Annie, struggling to stand up from the sewage, looked up to et a shower of charred fragnts, dazedly staring at the unbelievable scene before her.
“Did I do this?”
Amidst mumbling, Annie felt the gradually warming heat of the Extraordinary hunting rifle in her hands, her eyes holding the Red spark as if it would ignite the world in the next second.
Under the anger-filled gaze of the gathering initiator, the red-haired woman who had gunned down its four subordinates suddenly turned around, aiming that brilliantly radiant hunting rifle at its head, smiling as she said:
“You’re mine!”
Prompted by her declaration, the Molten Furnace Wizards lunging at the flas, each choosing their own Curious weapons, all heard Annie Fox’s incredibly bold proclamation.
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