Word Spirit·Judgement.

This is a speech spirit that no one has ever seen in history, and there are only legends left about it.

The group of corpses surrounding the boat became denser and denser, and Eri's chopping became faster and faster.

The knife in her hand seemed to have no weight and no structure. She just kept giving orders to die, and all the ferocious things surrounding her that coveted her were deprived of life.

The corpse guards felt the death-like aura, and gradually no longer dared to approach.

And Eriyi didn't chase. She did these things as calmly as if she were playing a fighting game. She swung the blood on the knife in the water, rolled up her sleeves, exposed her exquisite wrist, and put her hand on the sea, like

Soothing a grumpy cat.

In an instant, the sea surface calmed down, everything calmed down, and a huge area spread out from her body, and everything in the area was forcibly suppressed.

Eriyi clapped her hands rhythmically, and the dark clouds in the sky actually collapsed, and the quiet moonlight fell on the sea. The ripples were fine and broken, like a silver ingot with fine lines on the surface.

The temperature of the sea surface became lower and lower, and the dancing silver waves gradually solidified. After a few minutes, with the boat as the center, the ice spread in all directions.

Those corpse guards were frozen in the sea water, and with their amazing strength, they were unable to struggle at all.

Anyone who sees this kind of scene will be shocked. Although the world is mysterious, it is still centered on people, but what this girl is doing seems to have transcended alchemy and the spirit of speech.

This is God's domain.

She lowered her head and hummed softly, her eyes seeming to penetrate the black sea and see the struggling corpse guards.

Her looking down was like a god looking down on the world from his throne in the dome.

Minamoto leaned weakly on the winch. He knew that there was nothing he could do to change anything. Once Eri became like this, he would not be able to listen to anything.

No one can come close to her, and everything close to her will be killed. At this moment, she is no longer a well-behaved girl, but the incarnation of death in the world.

Sakura looked at his appearance, and then thought of his high fighting spirit a minute ago, she suddenly understood... In fact, deep down in Yuan Zhisheng's heart, he really wanted to save those lunatics.

…

Amidst the loud sound like the destruction of the world, the shock wave arrived as expected. This was the shock wave generated by the explosion of the nuclear power cabin.

This brought unspeakable acceleration to the Trieste. Compared with this violent acceleration, Caesar's Bugatti Veyron was like a child.

"We actually survived." Lu Mingfei gasped, covering his stinging eardrums.

They finally did it. Once the nuclear power cabin explodes, the entire Gaotian Plain will be swallowed up by the river of magma, the hellish ruins will cease to exist, and the corpse guards of the guardian gods will also be buried.

"I have thought several times that I should start reciting poetry." Lu Mingfei said stupidly: "I once read in a book that Japanese generals would recite a death poem before they died. It sounded very special.

feel."

Gu Chen looked curious, "For example?"

"Like 'There must be light at the end of the blissful hell, the clouds and mists have dispersed, and there is only a bright moon in the heart. Forty-nine years of prosperity is a dream, and glory is a cup of wine.' What else is there: 'There is no two ways of good and bad, and the great road is consistent.

"Xinyuan. Fifty-five years of dreams, and when I wake up, I return to sleep." Lu Mingfei has many family treasures, so it can be seen that he has memorized them.

Just like when a 2D person sees a line in a cutscene in a game that touches his heart, he will watch it over and over again and remember it.

"They didn't start chanting it just before they died." Chu Zihang said: "In fact, most Japanese military generals have average cultural level. They had found someone to write it before and just recited it before they died."

"Let me tell you, if I could only say 'Heroes spare their lives'." Lu Mingfei grinned and said: "Compared with this, Mr. Tan Sitong was really generous before he went to execution."

Chu Zihang nodded, "Wang Jixin also had some integrity back then."

"Look outside." Gu Chen suddenly said.

When Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingfei heard this, they quickly looked at the screen.

Thousands of black shadows are rising from the bottom of the sea at high speed. They are the surviving corpse guards, gathering together like a black whirlpool.

These were the last zombies to escape from Takamagahara. They were not affected by the nuclear explosion and were as dense as a locust plague passing through.

And they noticed that there was a huge figure in the black whirlpool formed by the corpse guards. Every time it rolled the sea water with its long tail, it was accompanied by countless undercurrents and whirlpools.

When that thing swam, it formed an upward high-speed current around it, just like a school of fish sometimes likes to follow the migration of a giant whale, and the corpse guards are also floating around it.

The fastest swimming Corpse Guards were already approaching the Ditryste, and under the illumination of Vasre, their ice crystal-like tusks reflected the dazzling cold light.

"Do you still want to recite poetry now?" Chu Zihang chuckled.

"Hero, spare your life!" Lu Mingfei cried sadly.

The current depth is about 3,000 meters. When the inertia brought by the nuclear explosion shock wave is exhausted, they will no longer be able to accelerate.

Gu Chen and Chu Zihang can still use the flame tornado together, but the deep submersible cannot withstand such an impact.

The outer shell is making a heartbreaking tearing sound, and the resin portholes are deforming at a speed visible to the naked eye. The previous fire tornado and nuclear explosion shock wave have caused irreparable damage to the outer shell of the deep submersible.

The only hope they have left now is the safety line in Yuan Zhisheng's hands.

"I seemed to hear the sound of eggs being cracked." Lu Mingfei whispered.

Gu Chen raised his head and said, "It's our shell that is cracking."

Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, "Do you want to be so calm?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a pop amidst the sound of metal tearing and curling, and then the sound of fluid surging.

"Holy crap, I missed it!" Lu Mingfei's face turned pale.

The water has not yet invaded the cockpit. The Trieste has a double metal shell with light kerosene between the two layers. But now the shell is punctured and the kerosene is leaking.

Chu Zihang said loudly: "Call Xumizuo! Quick! We need a safety line!"

But they would not have imagined that their calls were echoing in the empty Xumi Seat.

This giant floating platform that had stood before was slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea. The Corpse Guards occupied the Xumizuo and were running around, looking up to the sky and roaring hoarsely. But they also had nowhere to escape, and they would be frozen once they sank into the sea.

seal up.

The helicopter hovered above the sea, its huge rotors stirring up the strong wind, but the sea below was absolutely calm, and the spotlight shrouded the boat and Eri.

Even the wall-like frenzy could not invade this sea area. Eriki hummed softly, and with her and the boat as the center, the sea surface with a diameter of one kilometer was completely frozen.

The tsunami has already hit, and the layers of waves are tens of meters high, but they all collapse at the edge of the field.

It was pitch black in all directions, with only a ray of moonlight shining on the crystal clear sea.
Chapter completed!