Douluo's war angel

"Sure enough, something happened." Lin Mo and Margaret, who both fell to the ground at this moment, both had dark expressions and thought involuntarily.

"Master Protector" York pulled out a huge blood-colored sickle with a "clop" sound. Four soul rings, three yellow and one purple, surrounded him, and powerful soul power fluctuations spread across the entire deck.

Suddenly, the sound of steel knives being drawn out on the deck was heard one after another. The guards all drew out the long knives at their waists, and their murderous intent shot into the sky.

But the devil octopus family is not a freeloader. Just when the master attacked Margaret, countless huge octopuses floated up from the bottom of the sea and surrounded the devil octopus master.

"Margaret, take the fragment of Poseidon's mark and leave quickly." York stared at the ferocious face of the devil octopus master:

"I'm responsible for stopping it."

Lin Mo looked at him and felt a little surprised. This guy had always been at odds with him because of his relationship with women. He felt that he was always mad at him because he didn't have enough brain power, but he didn't expect him to be so reliable at this moment.

"York" Margaret looked at him and opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Stop talking, I like you, but I can also see that you don't like me." York held the long handle of the blood sickle tightly in his hand:

"But you can't die"

Suddenly a wave of soul power erupted from his body. York's eyes were red, and he raised his blood sickle high and rushed towards the devil octopus master. A cruel battle suddenly broke out.

The ship's guards were also infected by the captain's fearless spirit. At this moment, they also drew their knives and rushed towards the strong devil octopus tribe who tried to rush onto the deck.

"Let's go." Lin Mo couldn't help but dragged Margaret off the deck and walked towards the rescue cabin.

This foggy sea is the home of the Devil Octopus clan, and there are countless powerful people hidden in it. The Devil Octopus Lord who emerged is a powerful being comparable to the Soul King, the highest combat power of this fleet. Even York, who is at the Soul Sect level, cannot escape the fate of the entire army being destroyed even if he continues to fight.

For this caravan, the greatest victory in facing this kind of crisis is to bring back the treasures used for exchange.

Fortunately, the other party thought they were sure to capture the caravan, so they launched an attack directly after their attempt to defraud the Poseidon Seal failed, so the fragment of the Poseidon Seal is still in Margaret's hands.

"Kill them." Apparently the Devil Octopus clan also discovered this problem. Under the order of the Devil Octopus Lord, several strong Devil Octopus clan members also circled in the direction of Lin Mo and Margaret.

Lin Mo's goal at the moment is very obvious. Now that his injuries have basically recovered, he will definitely not be the opponent of the sea soul beast in this sea.

When he was wandering around two days ago, he saw the small boat hidden in the rescue cabin of the huge sailboat. It was equipped with a soul power accelerating device. It only needed to provide soul power to provide power for the small boat to move forward quickly. .

But obviously he is not the only one who knows this. Now this small boat is the only chance of escape. Although this chance is slim on the dangerous sea, any soul beast can overturn this fragile vehicle.

When Lin Mo dragged Margaret and rushed to the room where the rescue boat was stored, the walls of the rescue cabin had been destroyed, salty seawater kept pouring in, and there was already a river of blood inside, and several huge octopuses were gnawing on it. Eat a dozen mutilated corpses.

Not everyone on this ship is as loyal as York and the guards, and is willing to stay. More people just want to find a way to escape from this foggy sea. The giant ship must be unable to leave, so this small boat is The only chance.

However, the intelligence level of sea soul beasts is very high. The devil octopus master has actually arranged a team to block this last escape route. There are a total of two thousand-year-level devil octopuses and several hundred-year-old devil octopuses here. , and those who get there first have already been poisoned by them.

"Looks like we need to fight." Lin Mo looked at the ferocious ghost faces in the blood-red sea water, gray light flickering in his hands.

Meanwhile, above deck.

A terrifying light blade with a bloody aura passed through a huge tentacle, neatly splitting the tentacle into two.

At this moment, the deck is about to fall. Under the full offensive of the devil octopus clan, the resistance of these guards is too weak.

York was dressed roughly, kneeling on one knee, carrying a huge blood-colored scythe. There was blue liquid flowing on the blade of the scythe, which was exactly the same as the liquid spurted out of the broken tentacle just now.

"Human, our target is not you." A powerful voice echoed in the world:

"You are very powerful. As long as you let us pass, we will let you live."

Although York is just a soul sect, he has been able to hang out at sea for so many years, and his combat power is naturally very terrifying. Coupled with his understanding of sea soul beasts, he can actually entangle the 8000-year-old devil octopus master.

But he also paid an extremely heavy price. Now his clothes are in tatters, and the skin and flesh on his body have been torn off in many places. In some places, bones can even be seen.

At this moment, the scene on the deck was as tragic as hell on earth. The ground was filled with a mixture of blood red and dark blue. Countless human and octopus corpses were stacked on top of each other. Even at the last moment of their lives, they would bite each other off with their teeth. piece of flesh, tearing apart the opponent's body with its tentacles.

"Impossible." York stood up slowly and looked up at the devil octopus, which was as huge as a mountain. In the fight just now, he cut off at least ten tentacles of this old octopus. Now he is looking at its tentacles that are still densely packed. , York felt a little weak.

The gap between the Soul Sect and the Soul King really cannot be bridged by risking one's life.

"Although I'm also afraid of death, if the price of living is her life, then I'd better die." York grinned, revealing his teeth stained with blood:

"Without her, I would have died on the street corner like a mouse."

York roared angrily, and all the soul rings on his body slowly decomposed and turned into countless bloody lights that converged on his giant scythe. The originally deep blood red scythe actually faintly emitted a transparent light.

At the same time, blood-red flames slowly burned on his body. At this moment, York was like an evil spirit in hell.

It's just a forbidden technique that York accidentally mastered. It can burn his own life and martial soul to greatly increase his strength in a short period of time. The price is that the moment his life is burned out, the caster will be wiped out.

A terrifying and bloody aura emanated from York, who was surrounded by blood flames. At the same time, all the corpses on the deck also burned, and countless burning blood streams converged on his body.

"It's interesting." The devil octopus master's voice became serious for the first time, because he actually felt the threat from this tiny human being.

"I once promised to protect you with my life, and now is the time for me to fulfill my promise." York murmured to himself, then he raised the huge blood sickle, jumped up suddenly, and pounced on the devil in the sea of ​​fog. Octopus dominates.

The devil octopus master roared and exploded with all the power from the ocean. Countless huge waves rushed towards the small figure. The figure waved the blood sickle and actually split the waves one after another, but the waves on its body The blood color became lighter and lighter, and was eventually buried under the sea by huge waves.

The momentum is as majestic as thousands of troops and horses, and as sad as moths flying into the flames.

At the last moment of his life, York seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago. He was huddled in a dark alley and was beaten by a group of gangsters. He only held a piece of spoiled animal meat in his hand. Soon after, a group of guards drove the gangsters away, and he was at a loss. When he looked up, he saw the bread handed over by the purple-haired girl under the bright morning light, and a smile on her face that was warmer than the sun.