he came from the void

"Woooooo?"

"You ask me what is my relationship with Drizzt? Isn't it the same as you and me, now I am your employer, and you all have to work hard under my hands." Kahn changed the subject: "Otherwise Kaisha! Give me the props Bring it."

"Huh?" Graves looked towards the door, and saw a girl with a cold face grab a palm-long boxer shrimp in.

The whole body of this kind of shrimp is dark green like emerald, and the tail is as colorful as a peacock's tail. The big claws on the chest have great power to pop out, and it looks beautiful and fierce.

As an aquatic native of Bilgewater, Graves naturally knew this kind of shrimp. The locals called it boxing shrimp, because this thing can instantly hit the claws like a boxer throwing a fist, killing things in one move. .

Because their catch is very ornamental, they are active all day long like chicken blood, and are extremely aggressive, so some wealthy businessmen like to keep this gorgeous creature in fish tanks.But one thing to note is that it is best not to raise this kind of shrimp in a glass fish tank, otherwise it will smash the fish tank with a punch.

Boxer shrimp is what people in Bilgewater call it, but Kahn calls it a mantis shrimp.

Of course, this is related to what he will say next.

Kahn took the shrimp from Kaisha's hand, and then moved it towards Graves' forehead little by little, while explaining: "When the boxing shrimp is attacking an object, it can move the shrimp within one-fiftieth of a second. The front end of the trap is ejected at a speed faster than a bullet, and the instantaneous high temperature generated by friction can even cause electric sparks to appear in the surrounding water."

Graves was disdainful of Kahn's behavior of putting a boxer shrimp on his head. As for the data that Kahn said to himself just now, he vaguely understood it, but he didn't take it seriously at all. .

Isn't it just a green skin shrimp?It hurts as much as hitting someone, that's all.

But immediately he paid the price for his underestimation of the enemy. He felt the boxing shrimp thump on his forehead a few times, and then suddenly there was a sharp pain, and his head buzzed.

Karn removed the boxer shrimp, and Graves saw the shrimp flaunting its might in front of his eyes.

Before Graves could answer, a splash of bright red flowed into his eyes, blurring his vision.

His forehead was bleeding, and the bleeding didn't stop.

"How is it? Does it feel like you've been shot in the head?"

Although the flesh was only injured, he still felt dizzy, and at a certain moment he took Kahn's voice as a boxing shrimp mocking him.

Then he got angry: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

That's it?I have even eaten a gun, so what is it?

Chapter 2 Sea Disaster (plus more)

Seeing Graves' stubborn scowl, Kahn licked his lips, excited by what was to come.

"Of course it won't be that simple. Just now, the boxer shrimp that was only one palm long already bleeds your skull. If you replace it with a boxer shrimp that is one person tall, will it blow your head off?"

As he spoke, there was a burst of energy ripples in his gloves, which turned into sharp claws wrapped in a purple carapace, holding the boxing shrimp tightly in his palm until it disappeared.

"The Pippi shrimps that have been raised for a few days are gone if they say they are gone." Kaisha muttered to the side. When Kahn went to buy boxer shrimps and asked who would raise them together, she knew that he had no good intentions.

They are really not suitable for keeping pets, or what they raise is not called pets, but food reserves.

The devouring ended soon, and Kahn opened his palm again, and the boxing shrimp had evaporated.

Instead, the skin armor on the thumb of Kahn's middle finger swelled up, like a pair of claws, which looked very strong and powerful.

"woo woo woo woo!"

What the hell kind of monster are you?

Graves finally understood that he had fallen into inhuman hands.The two teenagers in front of him were young, but they were more terrifying and weird than any opponent he had ever seen.

It suddenly occurred to him that maybe only Drizzt's card magic could save him.This thought frustrates him, because he is thinking of the person he hates the most when he is in a crisis.

Kahn squatted down, stretched his hand to Graves' forehead and tensed it, as if a single blow would crush his head.

But he didn't think about killing people. Graves was his tool to achieve his goal, and the threat of violence was just to make him be honest.

"Listen, Graves, I'll just say it once. Then I'll find a way to catch Drizzt as well, and you'll meet. But you can't do it right away, and when you get me something, I'll It will let you go and pay you a lot of money at the same time, and it doesn't matter if you want to fly away or settle old scores."

After finishing speaking, Kahn's tense fingers flicked out like a miss.

The next moment, a bottle of wine on the shelf above Graves' head shattered instantly, and the splashed wine mixed with broken glass fell on Graves' head, making his eyes widen in astonishment.

If Kahn hadn't staggered the direction ahead of time, it would not be the wine bottle that was broken, but his head.His brains would splatter like wine, coating the entire wall.

"Okay, think about it for yourself." Kahn stood up on his knees, walked out of the warehouse, and left Graves in there to think.

With the ice-cold drink on his head, Graves calmed down a lot. He glanced at the warehouse and saw that there was no gun of his own, so he had no choice but to hit the wall with the back of his head a few times.

The hemp rope was tied tighter than a lady's whalebone girdle, and he had no way of breaking free, and he had no choice at all.

He could only listen to Kahn for the time being, and wait until he caught Drizzt before making any plans.

Kahn had just stepped out of the warehouse when he suddenly froze.

"What's wrong? Did you forget something?" Kaisha took Kahn's arm, stopped and tilted her head in front of him, looking at his suddenly suspicious face.

"Sarah's back." Kahn said, looking her in the eyes.His range of perception of void creatures is much larger than that of Kai'Sa.

"Going to pick up her mother?" Kaisha thought Sarah had come to the door.

"No, she went to slaughter the pier again!"

The two hurried to the roof to check the situation. It was still dark at this time, and they saw a little golden light in the bay moving at high speed below the sea surface from a distance, heading towards the direction of the slaughter dock, which was very conspicuous.

The position of the golden light coincided with Sarah, so Kahn was sure that it must have something to do with Sarah.

"That light seems to be emitted by a whale?" Kai'Sa put the helmet on first, and saw the life pattern of a huge creature hidden under the turbid sea surface and the golden light, which happened to be the outline of a whale.

"I'm afraid it is. This is a golden narwhal. What does she want?"

Kahn looked in the direction of the whale, and saw rows of sailboats lying quietly in the bay, and one of them, a huge battleship with black sails, was very conspicuous.

In an instant, Kahn understood Sarah's intentions.

"Mother Hu is here! She wants to sink the Nether Abyss!"

Subconsciously, Kahn wanted to spread his wings to stop her, but immediately suppressed the urge.

The reason why he designed to capture Graves and Drizzt was to use it against Planck, and now Sarah passed him directly and went to deal with Planck by herself.

If successful, the result is unchanged.If it fails, he will use his backhand.

All that said, Kahn has no reason to stop Sarah.

The golden horn of the narwhal broke through the water, shining in the night.The surrounding water was churning, and Sarah was sticking to the back of the narwhal, looking coldly at the black sail warship at the end of her sight across the sea.

The narwhal beneath her has been controlled by her will, and there is an evil purple light in its eyes, like a passage leading to the dimension of nothingness.

At this moment their wills have become one, and they have sent shining vengeance for their common enemy.

The people on the Nether Abyss were in a mess, and they had already spotted the gold narwhal that was rushing straight. Unfortunately, it was too late to control the Nether Abyss to avoid it.

The ship did not dock, and if they wanted to leave the Nether Abyss, they could only jump into the muddy sea surrounded by schools of fish.

In a blink of an eye, the flash of death is approaching.

The sea tide dyed with light by the golden horn washes over the entire sailboat. The tip of the horn pierces into the hull from the port side, and then passes out from the deck. The incredible impact pushes the hull to tilt to the starboard side.

The Nether Abyss was pushed out several tens of meters by the narwhal, and the blood wave that had been stagnant in the turbidity for too long was stirred up, and the wave rushed to the slaughter dock, washing the putrid blood on the floor.

On the swaying deck, the entire ship was pushed back and forth violently on the verge of rollover.The crew screamed and either slid down the deck or were thrown straight into the air and into the sea.The mainmast was breaking, the silver sails were trembling, the topmast and mizzenmast were snapped off like twigs, scattered on the deck, a dozen people were hit.

As a three-masted sailing ship that dominates the Twelve Seas, the Nether Abyss is still too large to be shaken.

The narwhal ushered in death after the impact, and its dead body had no strength left to push the Hades down, and because of its own weight, it pushed the ship back to its normal water level.

Its horn hit a big hole on the ship's side, and the turbid seawater was pouring into the hole non-stop. The surrounding sea snake eels couldn't resist the suction, and they were all brought into the cabin by the seawater.

The ship is sinking.

Sarah looked at the hole in the hull, thinking that the inside would soon be filled with sea water, so she also got in with the fish.

2 Chapter [-] Killing

The screams of excruciating pain echoed throughout the claustrophobic belly of the black and huge warship, and every crew member could clearly hear it.

Planck, the sole overlord of the Abyss, did not realize the rapidly approaching threat a few nautical miles away, and focused on the task at hand.

He was a majestic middle-aged man with thick, bull-like muscles around his neck and shoulders.His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his blood-soaked forearms, and by his side hung his red cloak and three-cornered hat.

A man was lying on the workbench in front of him, his whole body was tightly fixed by belts, only his head could barely turn.His neck was tense, his face was covered with sweat, his left leg was ripped apart, and he looked around desperately.

He has been yelling for an indeterminate amount of time, and it is now halftime before the next sharp pain strikes.

On the table were several washbasins filled with blood, a lamp made of sea animal fat, and a tray containing blades, meat hooks, and other unnamed surgical instruments, reflecting the glare of the light.

Planck stared at the man in front of him, his eyes as cold and numb as a shark's.He picked up a slender knife and hung it lightly between his fingers, like a delicate paintbrush.

The muscles on the thighs have been completely stripped away, leaving only extremely hideous wounds.

The knife walked steadily and powerfully under Planck's hands, leaving intricate lines on the man's leg bones: curled tentacles and waves entangled together, very fine, it can be called a beautiful masterpiece.

And because of this, it looks even more terrifying.

Bone carving, a dying art.Today, few people have the patience to spend so much time on a single bone.

Planck's "work" sobbed, groaning almost inaudibly, begging him to let go.

But the work was not finished, and Planck ignored his pleas for mercy.

He rinsed the carving knife in his hand with cheap whiskey, and then pressed the point of the knife against the leg bone.

The man cried out, almost tearing his throat.

When the knife scraped across the bone, there was not much physical sensation, but more mental torture.

The shock of fear is stronger than the pain.

This melodious singing made Plank feel that he is full of power. The real power lies in how others see him. He will remind his subordinates who is the one who controls the power from time to time.

The bell on the ship was rung, and it echoed in the dark and airtight cabin. Planck had just heard the sound, and the next moment he felt a violent impact on the Abyss.

"boom"

Suddenly, the hull turned violently, and the suddenly raised floor flew Planck's top out, hitting the wall, and the bone carving was also interrupted.

The bloody skin on the working table, the blades and meat hooks in the tray, and other surgical instruments all fell to the ground. Even the ship doctor and others fell to the ground covered in blood, only the man who was fixed on the working table did not. Was knocked into the air.

"Who dares to touch Lao Tzu's boat?!" Planck grabbed his cloak and hat and got up from the shaking floor, his whole face turned scarlet red with fury.The overturned grease burned on the ground, and the fire reflected in his eyes, shining red.

The others could not help but take a step back.

"Run away! Something is wrong! The left side of the Nether Abyss was hit by a narwhal!" A strong thug with tattoos on his face and a machete on his back stumbled and pushed the door open on the sloping floor. Behind him, the turbid sea water followed into the claustrophobic room at the end of the corridor.

Planck heard the keel of the sailboat bend and groan. It was bearing a load beyond its design limit, and anger oozes from the wrinkles on its face that look like chisels.

"Why did you only find out now?" He clenched his fist hard and smashed it on the wooden board.

No one dared to answer. No sea beast had ever approached the blood-soaked slaughter dock. This was the first time. No one thought that such a thing would happen before.

Standing on the floor, Planck felt the whole ship sinking.

"The chief mate took people to close the watertight doors and compartment valves of adjacent cabins to prevent the water from spreading. The rest of the people took tools and equipment to plug the leak and drain water for me! No one can escape! Let me repair the ship! If my The Nether Abyss sank, you all have to be buried with her!"

In a fit of rage, everyone dared not raise any objections, and all rushed out of the room, as if the captain was an existence more terrifying than a scourge

Planck glanced at the man's thigh full of anger, and saw that the bone carving he had carefully carved had been destroyed at the moment of impact, and immediately became furious and threw the carving knife in his hand.

The carving knife was unbiased and just inserted into the man's eye socket, sending him to relief.

The cabin of the Nether Abyss has been filled with a lot of seawater. Sarah is lurking in the turbid seawater, looking at the situation in the cabin through the water.

The huge horn of the narwhal pierced the cabin, and the huge golden horn stretched across the cabin, and the light emitted made the whole cabin as bright as day.

This was Sarah's first visit to the interior of the Nether Abyss. The huge hull was divided into multiple compartments, and the front and rear hatches were tightly closed to prevent the water from spreading.

In the cabin, several sailors are nailing the repeatedly repaired wood to the leak, narrowing the leak made by the whale horn.The carnivorous fish in the sea were all dizzy by the turbulent sea water, and did not attack the sailors half-body floating on the water.

Even Sarah, as Planck's enemy, has to sigh that this is indeed the car of the Pirate King. These sailors are veterans who have experienced many battles. Has been blasted away by cannons.

The water level has been unable to rise, and realizing that the speed of the influx of sea water has begun to slow down, Sarah stared at the airtight hatch.If she wanted to sink Planck's ship, she would have to open all the other compartments and let seawater fill them all.

She swam to the hatch, and a sailor spotted her, screaming in terror with a mace.

Sarah moved her hand towards him, comparing her hand to the shape of a pistol, and with a slight shake, a bolt of lightning burst out from her fingertips, instantly piercing through the sailor's chest.

The sailor held his chest that had been opened with a big hole, and his body went deep into the water stiffly, like a lifeless sculpture.

The blood oozed out between the fingers and diffused in the sea water, instantly arousing the fierceness of the fish school.Sarah swam past the sailor's body, and behind her, Keisha swarmed around the pack and devoured his body.

"Help!"

"Let me go!"

"Save me! I don't want to die!"