Enthusiastic bosses never take dogs lightly

On the ship's side of the Cassandra, several people turned over and climbed onto the ship. There are many rich people on this huge cruise ship, and they have been targeted by many forces for a long time. In addition, the cruise ship is only a cruise ship after all, and the security forces It is limited, and it is impossible to do something too outrageous, so several ship groups have patrolled this area of ​​high seas many days in advance, and once they see the Cassandra, they immediately send a signal to go.

The speed of the Cassandra was a bit beyond imagination. It was obviously a cruise ship, but the speed was not much slower than their speedboat.

However, not long after they boarded the boat, the people on board disappeared without a trace. There was no movement at all, and all the people on board disappeared like that. Then disappeared together.

This Cassandra, like a huge monster, easily swallowed everything that got close to it.

"It's really stupid." Standing in the dark auditorium, a man's left hand completely turned into several strange tentacles like chains, firmly imprisoning the struggling man in front of him.

That person was Jackson who had suddenly disappeared together with the Necronomicon.

The man in a black robe looked at the murloc who was still dying with disdain, "It's just a murloc who wants to possess this "Necronomicon"? It's just fantastic."

"Stop talking nonsense with him, this book is genuine, kill him, we can withdraw it." A bishop at the side said coldly after checking the book.

"Understood." The man holding Jackson tightly tightened the noose in his hand without hesitation.

The neck was severely tightened, and Jackson, who was completely unable to breathe, was still alive. The things he had prepared were ready, and a green light appeared from his hand in an instant, sinking into the opponent's body.

In an instant, the person holding him found that he could not breathe at all, and the liquid that appeared from nowhere filled his lungs.

"Go to hell!" Even though part of his body had already mutated into a monster's torso, the cultist still needed to breathe. In his embarrassment, he shot with all his strength and tore off Jackson's head.

The caster died, and the effect of the blasphemous spell on the cultist disappeared, but it still made him spit out a large amount of water involuntarily.

"Damn it, damned murloc!" the man cursed angrily.

The people around didn't look at him, but speeded up their actions to deal with those security guards. Many of the security guards who were swept down by the spell just now had turned into murlocs. Their resistance was also very fierce, which made these cultists They also have some headaches.

Seeing their boss die in front of them, these murlocs were furious. They roared angrily, and rushed forward to fight these cultists with all their might.

"Really, if you continue to dawdle like this, how long do you want to procrastinate?" The leader of the cult was a little dissatisfied, he raised his hand and cut his wrist, blood dripped on the ground, forming weird lines , and at the same time began to chant profane and ominous mantras.

Seemingly knowing that something terrible would happen after he finished chanting the spell, the surrounding murlocs wanted to rush over to stop him, but it was too late.

Under his chanting, the black-covered book in his hand flickered with a thin layer of black light, which was very inconspicuous in such a dark environment, but it was still noticed by the archbishop, and his face showed With a satisfied smile, the spell ended, and the dozen or so murlocs died on the spot as if they were pierced from head to toe by something.

"Hmph ha ha ha ha ha, it is indeed the "Necronomicon" that is very close to the original." The archbishop laughed out in satisfaction.

However, at this moment, a series of bullets shot in from nowhere, and the target was clearly pointed at the "Necronomicon" in his hand.

"Stop it!" Accompanied by the command of someone who didn't know, several people rushed to stop the archbishop and blocked the bullet with their bodies.

Unceremoniously, the archbishop began to chant defensive spells.

But that string of dense bullets turned out to be just a cover, and the real danger turned out to be the five or six grenades that followed.

The explosion of the grenade was so small that it was almost inaudible under the influence of the defensive spell.

"Ha...ha..." The archbishop watched the fire light disappear in front of him, panting heavily, while spontaneously feeling a sense of gratitude for his survival after the catastrophe.

Then in the next second, a knife light with a speed that people couldn't react at all stretched out from the curtain behind him that was supposed to be just an decoration to cover the wall, and cut straight through his hand holding the Necronomicon. hands.

Before he could yell out with his eyes tearing open, one hand accurately pressed on the Necronomicon with an orange flame.

"You bastard!!!" The archbishop shouted angrily. Regardless of the tragedy of his broken hands, he raised his hand and threw the blood towards the face of the person behind him, trying to take the book back from the other person's hand.

At the same time, several cultists also noticed what was happening around the archbishop. They gave up their original idea of ​​chasing them out to see who was attacking them outside, and turned around to rush towards the archbishop.

"Tsk." Diablo took a few steps back regretfully. The "Necronomicon" happened to drop not far from him, but he had no time to pick it up.

The archbishop threw himself on the book recklessly, and regardless of the pain of being burned on his body, he used his body to extinguish the fire he lit with the flame of death.

Although the flame of death energy is a withdrawal of vitality, it can also be transformed into a real flame, but once it becomes a real flame, it loses those peculiar abilities and is just a pure flame.

Therefore, without Diablo's supplement, the flame on the book was extinguished due to lack of oxygen after being held by the Archbishop.

"It's you..." The archbishop heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that nothing happened to the book. Enduring the pain on his body and looking up, he saw a man with pink hair with an orange flame burning on his forehead. It was an instant realization of who this guy was.

As the man who forcibly expelled them—the Dunwich Order—from Italy and the Mediterranean region, Diablo was naturally firmly in their hearts.

"I'm so sorry, it's me, the guy who always fights against you." Diablo said to the intercom, "Thank you, go downstairs and blast it, just leave it to me here", and then Putting away the knife in his right hand, he raised the pistol in his hand to the group of cultists in front of him, "Don't worry, I will send you to meet your god soon."

This is the tenth floor of the Cassandra, gunshots rang out, and at the same time there was an explosion sound downstairs, and the sound of glass shattering sounded, as if foreshadowing the opening of something.

Diablo has been guarding against the Dunwich Church ever since he confirmed that the book was the real Necronomicon.

This sect will never let go of such a special book of great significance.

As Diablo, who has been fighting with this sect for many years, he believes that he can't guess wrong. They will definitely attack the books. The only question is when and how to attack.

Since boarding the ship, Diablo could guess what the several apparent churches were going to do, but only the hidden Dunwich church couldn't find any news.

This abnormal situation gave Diablo a headache for several days, but on the fourth day, he suddenly found himself in a thinking trap.

Why should he think the Order of Dunwich would do anything?

The Order of Dunwich just wants the book!

They don't need to do anything in this place, they just need to grab the book and take the opportunity to escape!

Diablo immediately went to the upper and lower floors of the eleventh floor to check, and found some clues on the tenth floor.

So before entering the auction venue on the No. 11th floor, he made an agreement with Alfard that if there is any movement later, he will ask Alfard to send them a signal, and he will go to the tenth floor to lurk. Falder feinted outside to give him cover.After the cover is over, let her go to the eighth floor to explode the bomb over there, and send the cultists on the eighth floor to heaven by the way.

They were the ones who left early. After Diablo ran to the tenth floor, he immediately turned to the room next to the room where the members of the Dunwich Mission were. He carefully observed the room through the door on the wall. Movement in the side room.

After a while, the whole ship suddenly fell into darkness and silence, and he knew that someone must have made a move. It might even be that several parties simply acted together after seeing one party cut off the power, which finally caused the current weird situation.

The moment Diablo saw them descending through the darkness, the members of the Dunwich Church activated the previously prepared spells, and in a moment, Jackson, who was in the same position upstairs, brought books together landed down.

The next thing is simple, wait for the opportunity, send out a signal, and attack accurately.

Diablo's only regret is that he couldn't completely burn the "Necronomicon" directly, but the problem is not big, as long as all these guys are killed, there is still time to burn it again!

"Die!" Some members of the Dunwich Church immediately attacked Diablo, and the other part went to protect the "Necronomicon" and the archbishop who fell to the ground.

"It's great to reach a consensus with you, what do you think?" Diablo pulled the trigger with a smile on his face, and at the same time as the gunshot rang out, he cut off the tentacles transformed from the curtain with a backhand.