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Chapter 55 Soul Lock Warden: Thresh
There was a strange smirk at the corner of Thresh's mouth, revealing those gleaming fangs.

All of this seemed to them in Lhasa as falling into the Nine Nether Hell, and they backed away crazily while shooting.

The bullets that can be poured only have an effect on the undead, and they all pass through the body of the undead.

Many soldiers were unable to dodge in time to be thrown on their bodies by the spirits of the undead. They were immediately drained of their energy and turned into corpses that fell to the ground. Then the undead rushed forward and devoured them all.

Soon, several new faces were added to the army of dead souls, their distorted faces wriggling as the army advanced.

"Escape, escape!"

"We must pass the news back, this place is hell!"

Lhasa stuffed the video recorder in his hands into the arms of the soldiers behind him, and he and the rest of the people covered him, allowing him to quickly go to the speedboat on the shore with the video data in it.

Looking at these fleeing human soldiers, Thresh walked behind them unhurriedly. The piercing sound of the chains slicing across the ground was intertwined with the chaotic screams of the undead souls, playing the death movement of the Shadow Isles.

More and more undead souls are coming, and the firepower of Lhasa's group can't do anything about these weird things at all.
Soon, the soldiers fell to the ground one by one, leaving only Lhasa and the soldier holding the video recorder, with a terrified expression on his face, and panting heavily.

"what should we do?"

The soldiers ran and asked about Lhasa, but Lhasa stopped and said:
"You run first, take the video back. I'll stay and buy you time."

"But."

"This is an order!"

After Lhasa finished speaking, he loaded his rifle and turned to face the billowing black tide.

Seeing this, the last soldier didn't say anything more. He quickened his pace and ran towards the shore.

"go to hell!"

Lhasa held a rifle and shot wildly at the undead rushing up in front of him, but those undead seemed to have been ordered to recede towards the surroundings like a tide.

Thresh walked out of the black tide of dead souls with a sickle and a lantern in his hand, turned his head with the green will-o'-the-wisp light, looked at Lhasa who was alone, and actually smiled.

That's right, at least in Lhasa's view, this terrifying monster was grinning at him.

"Go to God!"

Lhasa raised the gun to aim at Thresh and then pulled the trigger, but all the bullets fired passed through Thresh's body.

"Hahahahaha-"

"Shiver like a fish!"

Thresh waved the sickle in his right hand, rolled up the black mist suspended around his body, and hooked towards Lhasa.

The sharp sickle blade directly cut the rifle in Lhasa's hand in half, and then directly wrapped around his body.

Facing this flexible sickle chain like a poisonous snake, Lhasa couldn't escape its lock on him no matter how he dodged.

After binding Lhasa, Thresh gently pulled the chain, and his whole body floated in front of Lhasa like a mass of weightless mist.

Lhasa watched Thresh, an inhuman monster, at such a close distance, even though his psychological quality was excellent, he couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple.

"Flesh and blood is just a prison, let me help you out—"

After hearing this, Lhasa twisted his whole body to break free from the shackles of the chains, but what he got in return was that the chains became tighter and tighter.

Immediately afterwards, Thresh raised the glowing lantern, and the reflected light shone on Lhasa's face, allowing him to faintly see the inside of the lantern.

The lantern was like a twinkling starry sky, thousands of small green balls danced in it, and they flew wildly, as if avoiding the sight of Thresh.

At this moment, Lhasa seemed to see through these small balls at once, and saw clearly what the small balls were.

Soul, each ball is a soul!
And the facial expressions of each soul were extremely distorted, as if they had suffered great pain during their lifetime.

The densely packed souls were moving inside the lantern, which made Lhasa lose his mind and mutter to himself.

"Are you an emissary from hell?"

But he didn't get a reply from Thresh, and what greeted him was Thresh's palm lingering with wisps of will-o'-the-wisp, grabbing his neck.

"what--"

The soul-like pain swept Lhasa's brain, and he could only groan hoarsely as his neck was strangled.

Thresh raised the soul lamp in his left hand, and Lhasa felt that he was being torn outward by a huge force, and then he was horrified to find that he was leaving his body.

"NO!"

Lhasa's soul was pulled out by the soul lamp, just like an old cloth being pulled out of silk threads one by one, all merged into the soul lamp, becoming one of thousands of light spots.

"You are mine now."

Shaking the soul lamp in his hand, the light spots in it flickered as if they were frightened by something.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Thresh's sly laughter sounded, and then he stepped into the black mist, and the sizzle of the chains dragging the ground continued for a long way.

Groups of undead souls and undead also began to recede until they were completely hidden in the dark, leaving only the black mist lingering in the decaying forest.

"Huh, huh, huh—"

Slytherin ran all the way with the video equipment in his hand, not daring to look back at the scene behind him.

One is to not waste his running time, and the other is that he has already been scared out of his wits and dare not face the monstrous shadow directly.

Suddenly, several shadows emerged from the forest, and entered Slytherin's back in the blink of an eye, but Slytherin didn't notice anything unusual about it.

Soon, he finally saw the yacht they parked on the shore.

Wading through the water, Slytherin dragged himself onto the yacht, and then started it to sail towards the warship.

"Sir, someone is back!"

"Quick, quickly bring him here!"

The captain looked serious and gave orders.

With the support of the two, Slytherin came to the control room tremblingly, with trembling hands, and handed over the video equipment that the captain's team bought in exchange for their lives.

"Well done, soldier."

The captain patted Slytherin on the shoulder, but he didn't realize that a shadow entered his body along the palm of his shoulder pat.

Afterwards, the captain took over Slytherin's video equipment, and the warship he was stepping on headed back to the United States, while the rest of the warships stood by and waited for the next order.

And the supported Slytherin was staying in the infirmary at the moment, the trembling look just now had long since disappeared, replaced by a dull expression and black mist in his eyes.

Soon, outside the naval port, the warship that Slytherin was on was slowly approaching. The ground command had been trying to contact the captain and crew on it, but there was no response, just like a ghost ship approaching.

Therefore, the ground troops assembled quickly, watching the approaching ships, they all raised their guns. No matter what the situation on board was, the current situation was not optimistic.

(End of this chapter)