Chapter 359 – Yellow Bird Yellow Bird Yellow Bird

Chapter 359 – Yellow Bird Yellow Bird Yellow Bird
Boom–

Boom-boom-boom.

Several loud blasts sounded one after another from the hovering hull.

However, the ones who ignited the explosives were the crew members who were originally on the ship.

The first mate who had just said that the half-elf was only a first-order strength was now looking at the sky with a face of indifference, indifferent to everything around him.

Dozens of crew members were running around on the deck.

Some were laughing and some were begging for mercy.

Others were cleaning the deck with blood-stained mopping cloths, and those passing by slipped and fell headfirst into barrels filled with dirty red water.

But before he could struggle to get up, the crew member who was mopping the deck, with a wry smile on his face, picked up the mop and stuck it hard into the barrel.

The sound of a watermelon cracking rang out, and a pile of white unidentified matter floated on the surface of the water.

The crewman mopping up nodded in satisfaction before pulling out the red, red and white mop and continuing to glide across the deck.

At this point the first mate was still looking up at the sky.

He opened his mouth, which was empty inside; there was no tongue, teeth or throat, only a writhing ball of red flesh.

A “whimpering” sound came from inside.

One of the crew members who was running around accidentally bumped into the first mate, and he immediately forgot what he was about to do, and started to look up at the sky, just like the first mate.

“Ah!” He looked at the sky, his eyes showing horror and his mouth wide open.

But before he could scream a second time, it was as if something poofed into his mouth. Taking away the teeth, mouth, and throat below the lips in a single pass.

All the terror on the crewman’s face disappeared, and he slowly closed his mouth.

When he opened his mouth again a few minutes later, his internal organs and muscles melted into a ball of flesh, and he let out a “whimpering, whimpering” cry.

There was another huge explosion. The wood at the bottom of the ship exploded, and a huge black ball with a diameter of ten meters rolled out from it.

The black ball was like a ball of twisted hair, with the top of the hair still shaking. That was the monster formed by the necks of all the slender ghostly shadows twisted together.

They were biting and twisting each other in death, as if they had seen an enemy that they wanted to kill no matter what.

And inside the black ball, an agonizing howl came out.

The people were going crazy, and the monsters were not spared.

Wilde stood on the highest sail, looking down at his feet, the corners of his eyes twitching.

“I don’t know how much Yura is paying you, but I can pay more to stop your pollution, half-elf, and you’re killing yourself!”

At this point, it wasn’t good on him either.

At this point, the skin on the left half of Wilde’s face was torn off, revealing bright red muscles.

The muscles slowly revived as they wriggled, but they were again ripped off by him in the next second.

If one looked closely, one would realize that the red of the left half of his face was too vivid to be blood, it was like a blazing fire that burned his muscles and nerves.

And Wilde’s original beard and curly hair had been torn away, and whenever they grew back, they were mercilessly gripped away again by Wilde himself.

That was the most horrible part of it all.

All the damage – all of it – was of their own making!
And the half-elf in front of him had only even struck once.

That was when the Land Rover’s cannonball hit him, and the Half-Elf instantly turned into countless flying snow.

And so, on the warm spring day, the blizzard descended.

Ten minutes later, the half-elf stood at the top of a sail that was a little lower than Wilde’s. Tiny snowflakes were still drifting around him.

When these snowflakes landed on the ship, they quickly melted away and disappeared, seemingly insignificant things, but the culprits that brought about the disaster.

Wilde also ruined half of his face because he was once touched by a snowflake.

Even now the pollution there was still on the move, always thinking of breaking through his protection, invading the vitals and penetrating deep into his brain and consciousness.

“I don’t know who Yura is. It was Golza who sent me here.”

“Golza?” Wilde immediately narrowed his eyes.

Although he was eroded by the pollution carried by the half-elf, he was still calm in his mind.

After all, in order to track down Sol, this vessel was just a frigate in his fleet, and it was destroyed. As for the men on the ship …… Wilde had already made up his mind to sacrifice all the crew when he signed the tripartite agreement.

After all, in this agreement, he was the one who was explicitly drawing fire from the enemy.

This matter was not clear to his men.

But if drawing fire accidentally drew Golza in.

Then it would be too dangerous.

Thinking of this, Wilde couldn’t care less about the people on the ship and immediately flew high into the air, his magic power running at full speed, enduring the half-elf’s mental pressure and trying to stabilize his mental body as he quickly flew in the direction of Drooping Hand Valley.

And only after the half-elf made sure that every single person on the ship had been eroded by the contamination he himself carried, did he turn his head slightly, and his entire body turned into flying snow and wind, chasing after Wilde far away.

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from not far away.

The voice was extremely penetrating, directly causing the snowflakes that had condensed into a ball to vaguely have a tendency to collapse.

So the wind and snow reemerged as people, and the half-elf looked towards the person who had suddenly appeared and prevented himself from pursuing.

“Keith …… Met?” His voice was still good, just without the rise and fall.

Light flashed and a graceful figure appeared on the trunk of a large tree surrounding the huge ship.

Kismet put down the harp in his hands and made a curtain call to the half-elf.

“I am honored that you remember my name. For the sake of you remembering me, can you spare Wilde this time? I still owe him my life.”

“Unbelievable.” The half-elf said calmly.

“Tsk, tsk,” Kismet bristled a bit, switching to a different excuse, “Well, okay, it’s actually me who owes him a claim.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Yeah, that’s a bit of a lame excuse too.” Kismet thought for a moment and folded his arms, “It’s actually that he’s of some use to me, so he can’t die just yet. Can you spare him for once?”

This time the excuse was a bit more decent.

The half-elf didn’t judge the truth for the first time, he just turned his toes towards Kismet.

However, before the half-elf could speak, another voice answered for him.

“Can’t!”

Kismet and the half-elf looked in a third direction at the same time.

A powerful wave of magic power came from the distance.

However, in the next second, Kismet, who was standing on the tree, instantly rolled over and leapt down, landing on his toes and then continuously pointing sharply, moving nearly a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the same time, Golza, who was wearing a reddish-brown cloak, appeared in the position where Kismet originally stood.

He stared at Kismet, but his mouth was urging the half-elf, “Don’t forget my commission, half-elf.”

The half-elf retracted his toes that had already shifted direction, and once again transformed into a ball of flying snow, curling sharply in the direction that Wilde had escaped from.

Now, Golza and Kismet were the only two left here.

Golza’s silver eyes and Kismet’s silver eyes met.

One gentle, the other teasing.

Suddenly, Golza moved, he stretched out his right hand, his pink bandage-wrapped palm snapped open, a piece of black shadow flew out from his palm and quickly grew larger, like a large net covering Kismet.

That black shadow expanded rapidly, covering the top of Kismet’s head, almost turning day into night.

Kismet was immediately alert, his slender fingers strumming rapidly on the harp, at the same time, he opened his mouth and whistled silently.

“Wow–“

Like a mirror falling from a hundred meters above the ground, the black curtain above Kismet’s head turned into countless pieces and fell from the sky.

It was like a black goose feather snow.

The moment the snow hit the ground, it quickly burrowed into the shadows of the grass and trees and disappeared.

Kismet’s fingers didn’t stop even after the black curtain shattered, the sound of the instrument rushing, the sound waves seeming to take on solidity, so that none of the falling debris could come close to him as well as his shadow.

Only when all the fragments disappeared did Kismet put down his harp, his face paled a few degrees, but the corners of his mouth still had a smile on them, ”You really switched to practicing the dark attribute element? Aren’t you afraid of being spanked by your ancestors of Glow?”

(End of chapter)