Enthusiastic bosses never take dogs lightly

He put on a crew jacket that was obviously too big, and Diablo, who was racing against time, didn't bother to put on any more clothes. The large bloodstains on his skin were simply covered and then pulled down. He didn't change his pants at all. The holes, but the blood-soaked leather shoes, were thrown away by him and replaced with a pair of dry shoes, which looked extremely weird from top to bottom.

But at this time, no one will care about this kind of thing. Diablo didn't know who was in front of him, so he didn't dare to use his stand-in ability at all, so he could only use his legs to run towards the cab quickly. In the past, Alfard was picked up on the way, who was untying the rope in mid-air.

Alphard's luck was really not very good. After covering Diablo on the tenth floor for a round of shooting and throwing the grenade, she lowered the sling and descended downwards. The explosives detonated, and some mythical creatures that might have existed on the seventh floor and the cultists on the eighth floor were blown into the sky.

But the plan never changed as fast as it did. Among the mythical creatures over there, two guys with strong vitality didn't die in the explosion, and even managed to run out to find out who plotted against them.

Then they fought with Alfard. This fight was very dangerous. The mythical creature fought desperately there after being seriously injured. Although Alfard was in good health, he was hanging in the air, and there was nothing to move. place.

Fortunately, she finally killed those two guys with her tenacious will and super accurate shooting, but at the same time, there was something wrong with the sling on her body. If Diablo didn't arrive in time, she probably You can only rely on your own Hydra to pull yourself back to the boat.

"Wait a moment, don't move around." Diablo said while tearing off a long skirt from Alphard's body and bandaging it for her.

"You said it's fine to leave it to you, but it turned out like this?" Alfard glanced at Diablo's obviously ill-fitting clothes, and then at the holey pants with blood on his feet , could not help but say something.

"I was busy burning books, and I didn't care about other people, so I suffered a lot of spells." Diablo quickly helped her bandage, and explained by the way, "My body has a relatively strong healing ability."

"You bastard." Alfred took out a cigarette from his handbag on the corridor beside him and lit a cigarette, "Are you still going to the cab?"

"Yes, that Jackson's appearance before he died was very strange. I have a bad feeling." Diablo said and raised his head to look at the sky. At some point, the sky was completely covered by dark clouds. As far as the entire sky can be seen, there is no more light to be seen.

"It feels like it's going to rain." Alphard also had some bad premonitions, she said with a forced smile.

"It would be fine if it was just a heavy rain." Diablo sighed, "I just hope it's not really... forget it, don't talk about it, just hide and rest for a while, in case something really happens When the time comes, you can rest up and support me, I will go to the cockpit to meet the SPW people."

As Diablo said, he helped her up and pushed her to the cabin beside him, while he continued to run.

Some chaotic footsteps sounded on the street, Diablo turned his head sideways, and saw several figures running towards him quickly behind him.

"Mr. Diablo?" Compared with Diablo's visible embarrassment to the naked eye, although it is also dark and unclear, it is obvious that Kujo Jotaro and the others are obviously in a worse state than Diablo. Much better.

"It's you guys." Diablo also put down the dagger in his hand, "I'll tell you about the specific situation later, let's go to the cockpit quickly, the situation seems to be not good."

In fact, it's not just bad, now all of them have noticed an unusual pressure coming from nowhere, that kind of power that seems to freeze the air and the endless suffocation, making them all It seemed as if something terrible was about to come out.

Everyone stepped forward step by step under increasing pressure, and as soon as they crashed into the cockpit, they were dazzled by the candlelight in front of them.

The cockpit in front of me should have been as dark as the other cabins before, but at this time the cockpit was full of candles, and between the flickering candles, a large group of cultists in black robes stood in the air. In the room with a strong smell of blood, blasphemy mantras were chanted in unison.

Seeing someone approaching at this moment, several men in black waved their hands, and several murlocs rushed towards them.

"Platinum Star World!" Accompanied by a roar, the gray-white world descended suddenly, and a double that Diablo was familiar with appeared in the gray-white world. The blue-purple double roared, countless fists Like a gust of wind, it bombarded the murlocs in front of them.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!!!!!!"

The gray world disappeared, and amidst the roar of the stand-in, all the murlocs were blown away without any resistance at all.

Obviously, Kujo Jotaro also knew that such a time was not the time to hide his strength, he rushed up decisively and punched the murloc frantically when it was turned on.

The heavy fist knocked out all the murlocs, and Diablo immediately knew what was going on. He looked at the man standing in front of him with a slightly surprised look, and immediately responded without any hesitation. He rushed up, "Don't be dazed, find a way to interrupt their spell!"

"Ah, yes!" Reminded by Diablo's words, Noriaki Kakyoin and Polnareff, who were stunned by such a strange scene, came back to their senses, and quickly called each other's substitutes, and moved towards The cultists in front of them rushed over.

Diablo's forehead was ignited with orange flames of death energy, and the flames of the sky attached to the short knife in his hand, instantly forming a long knife made of huge flowing flames, and swung the long knife straight towards the summoning formation in front of him past.

The murlocs on the side immediately went up to Diablo's flame, and blocked his saber light with their bodies.

"It's too late." The bishop over there let out an incomparable laugh, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in the sky, and violent rain fell down on his head and face. A big wave without warning almost set off.

Even Diablo, when such a thing happened suddenly, he couldn't stand firm in time, and his whole body was lifted into the air. Fortunately, Noriaki Kakyoin behind him responded in time, and the Green Emperor stretched out his tentacles in time to catch them all. They were all wrapped up, so they didn't hit the bulkhead.

"What's going on?" Polnareff uttered an incomprehensible cry.

But Diablo reacted.

The auction that was held after waiting for so long after getting the book, the strange cabin that was not shown on the floor plan, Jackson’s extremely weird expression before he died... There seems to be a thread in Diablo’s mind that connects these clues together up.

That's right, it's so!

"I'aI'a. CthulhuFhatgn!" Priests and murlocs shouted piously and frantically.

Countless tentacles spread out from the walls of the cockpit, appearing in various parts of the room like spiritual pollution, and frantically began to attack these creatures.

At this time, the door of the cabin on the side suddenly opened, and a tentacle rushed over, and was quickly wiped out by the people on the other side of the cabin. Several familiar faces came out from the door of the cabin over there.

"BOSS?" Risut and Jiaqiu were stunned for a moment, and just about to say something, when a big wave hit, they all almost flew out, or he quickly deformed the surrounding metal and caught everyone.

"Hey, what the hell is going on!!!" Squalo couldn't help but yelled, his long silver hair was all blown up, and he was stuck against the wall in a bit of embarrassment.

"The teleportation array connects the lower power cabin door with the upper cockpit." The Vongo member accompanying him replied with difficulty, "in order to prevent anyone from actually entering the power cabin."

"What a crazy move." Lovecraft, who was also very embarrassed, saw the blood and corpses all over the room, and couldn't help but said.

"Listen, they succeeded." Diablo found himself unexpectedly calm at this time, he opened his mouth to explain to the people and the three people around him, "After the people of Nagod got the "Necronomicon" They began to prepare for the ceremony of summoning the evil god. The preparation for the auction was just to delay the time to decipher the crazy magic book. This Cassandra was originally the ship they planned to use for summoning, so there were those Eerie chambers... as chambers of the associative and relational nature of magical rituals."

"Wait, wait a minute, what do you mean?" Polnareff was stunned.

"Ah, all the people on our ship are sacrifices for summoning, and now, they have successfully summoned the evil god in the deep sea." Diablo grabbed the side railing The hand became more and more vigorous, and the palm of the hand deeply pressed a handprint on the iron railing.

"Damn it, how could such a ridiculous thing happen!" Polnareff couldn't believe it at all, and Noriaki Kakyoin beside him also widened his eyes in shock.

"Don't be kidding, who the hell wants to die in this kind of place to be the ration of the evil god!" Squalo also roared angrily.

"Is there any solution now?" Jotaro Kujo asked beside him calmly, without any change in his voice.

"Yes, there is only one way." Diablo took a deep breath, "We are now in the Atlantic Ocean, and the legendary evil god named Cthulhu is sealed in the underwater city of R'lyeh in the South Pacific. It is precisely because of this that I never thought that they would actually summon evil gods. But it is also because of this that Cthulhu cannot fully manifest..."

He resisted the discomfort caused by the violent shaking of the cruise ship, "So I'm going to sail, and you guys clean up the cockpit, don't let them disturb me."

"I'm going to hit it." Diablo's voice was full of determination and madness.