Chapter 738 30 Cannot Be Crossed (End)

Chapter 738 30. Insurmountable (End)

When the already dim light fell into the darkness with a tremor that was enough to make people fall, the young sailor Tobini thought nothing, his mind was blank, and he even forgot that he should be afraid.

It was not until the screams kept coming from his ear that he realized what was going on at this moment, but he was no longer able to deal with it.

In an environment where you can't see your fingers, the crowded crowd ran around, the smell of sweat, blood and someone's strong body odor rushed into his nose, shocking the young man, who was only seventeen years old, dizzy. He had to go with the flow and move with the crowd.

His feet were already trampled and he lost consciousness, and the lower part of his left ribs was also painful because of an elbow hit by someone, but none of this was as good as his headache - the ubiquitous screams and The curses were about to drive him crazy.

Fortunately, the world soon became quiet.

Of course, the method was not as peaceful as he wanted, but accompanied by a violent explosion and a strange whistle.

The former made Tobini fly in the true sense, while the latter made him lose his hearing briefly. In the short few seconds of floating in the air, he once liked the experience of deafness very much. However, when he fell heavily into a pool of hot sticky blood, this gratitude quickly evolved into panic.

The surroundings are still dark and light-free, but now it is no longer a matter of being unseen. Regardless of the still strong dizziness, Tobini quickly reached out to grop around, and some sharp object pierced into his fingers. The intense pain was as unbearable as fire, but he did not retreat, but continued to grop.

He quickly determined that he was touching a bone or something similar, and the warm and flesh-and-blooded touch was so unique that he could quickly guess the truth even if he had never had such an experience before.

So he immediately withdrew his hand, lay down his face down, holding his breath, and not moving.

I don't know how long it took, but his hearing finally came back with a high buzz and pain. The strange itch from his ears made Tobini want to reach out and scratch, but he didn't dare to move at all at this moment.

His heart was beating wildly, and the loud sound almost made him want to cry - Emperor, please let me make my heart beat smaller.

He begged so, but the buzz in his ears was still strong, and other sounds slowly entered. They are a unique, vicious laughter accompanied by strong screams and terrifying sounds of sharp blades entering the body.

Tobini's eyes widened, and even so he stopped breathing, but even so, he was shaking uncontrollably, his fingers trembling especially violently - the sailor immediately stretched them out quietly and reached into some softness cover it under the heavy object.

He had no time to consider whether this would cause trouble to the dead. He just wanted to survive, or those monsters who didn't know what it was, quickly emerged from the darkness to give him some pleasure.

It would be better to die. Tobini thought with fear.

He couldn't control his emotions. Pretending to die as he was now was the best reaction he could make. The sounds coming from around him were so terrifying.

He heard the things torture a man who was begging for mercy at first, but after only two minutes it turned into a plea for relief.

He yelled the four words "Shaha" in a silly manner, and the monsters laughed at it, as if he had said a very funny joke. Then they left him there and began to torture another A woman.

Tobini had no idea what they did, but that was what made him unable to bear it - tooth extraction? Cut off your tongue? Dig out your eyes? Oh my God, why can humans make such sounds? What exactly did they do?

In his increasingly dark imagination, something came to him.

Its pace was gentle, but Tobini noticed it, and he couldn't help but notice it because the thing happened to be on a corpse he used to hide his fingers.

Then there was a muffled sound, the thing said something in a strange language, and then another chuckle, and it left.

But Tobini still dared not move, and even dared to open his eyes. His lips and teeth were covered with a choking smell of blood, and his breathing had slowed to his limit.

Surrounded by howling and whining, time was stretched out as if it had lasted for several lifetimes, but he still did not dare to open his eyes, for fear that those things had actually seen through his disguise and were standing on him at this moment Wait sideways.

And his feeling seemed right.

A cold blade stabbed into his right leg, and then twisted, a voice slowly echoing in Tobini's ear, struggling with a quirky accent, but still in high Gothic.

"You're so fun, monkey."

Tobini screamed.

A cold force grabbed his head and picked him up. A faint blue light suddenly lit up, and the appearance of those things appeared in front of him.

One after another, extremely dark, weirdly tall, and panic-thin, their bodies were covered in blood, and even more, they had just worn the skin of a peeled human face on their waists.

The face had been twisted, the eyes became deep hollow, the mouth was fixed to a funny range by iron nails, the opening was narrow and long, as if it was laughing silently. All this was like an extremely real nightmare, with fear to make young The sailors completely defeated.

He fell to the ground in a daze and was forced to crawl, with the blade still stuck in his leg. One of them put a spiked collar on him, and then began to whip him, constantly giving orders, asking him to imitate the captain or the first mate's tone to belittle his act of pretending to be dead.

He lost all his reason in the contemptuous laughter around him. And what happened next, Tobini actually didn't remember very clearly, just felt that everything was like a whirlpool.

Corpses, screams, sailors nailed to the wall and skinned. And him, who was constantly whipped, his back was torn and flesh was broken, but he still couldn't stop all this.

And the laughter never stopped, almost called laughter. The strange voice that spoke to him later said something, which was deeply engraved in Tobini's mind in his daze.

"Well done, monkey, you are indeed more suitable for crawling on your knees."

When did all this end?

Tobini had no answer. He only knew that the light suddenly went out again, and it was not the work of those monsters. Their voices echoed in his ears, with obvious confusion and vigilance.

He stopped crawling, his arms were sore, his whole body was in pain, and bleeding. But he miraculously regained consciousness. Perhaps the tone of those things made him sober, or perhaps it was the chill.

Yes, the chill.

It was hard to find where it came from, but it was everywhere, permeating the dark cabin. The bloody smell of hundreds of corpses was still real, but Tobini smelled another smell - not the smell of human blood, our blood would not be so smelly, so fishy.

The smell was so strong that he even sneezed uncontrollably.

One of the monsters was extremely dissatisfied with this, and suddenly pulled the chain connected to the collar on his neck and dragged him to the ground. Then, singing came from the darkness.

It was low and long, almost like a chant, full of gloom and violence, and Tobini's thoughts were frozen.

The monsters issued some kind of short warning.

And then? What happened next?

Tobini couldn't see clearly at all. He only knew that there was no gunshot or charge in the darkness, only a very slight puff, and then something was swept by a huge force and flew in front of Tobini.

He trembled and stepped back.

What was it? What happened? Just when he was about to fall into a state of madness in the true sense, a man's voice came from the darkness, very calm, calm enough to make him involuntarily slow down his rapid breathing.

"It's going to be fine." The man said so.

His voice was obviously coming from a very far away, but Tobini felt that he was assuring him. And this was the limit of what he could understand. What happened after that, he could only watch blankly.

The person who spoke - the man - emerged from the darkness. He was still far away from Tobini one second ago, and he was in front of him the next second.

His shadow was glowing, a unique light, which illuminated him and the monsters around him. They were not expecting his appearance, and they were even surprised. None of their evil weapons were raised, but the man was prepared.

He pounced on them like a ghost. Tobini didn't even see how he landed. The bodies of the two monsters were torn apart in an instant. The other monsters shouted and started to attack, using the weapons they hung behind them, which looked like guns but had many spikes.

And the man didn't dodge. At some point, he was back in front of Tobini.

His dark coat began to boil, gurgling like boiling water, and something dark and sticky jumped up from it, forming a huge net, completely engulfing the bullets fired by the guns.

When it subsided and turned back into a coat, the young sailor could even hear it swallowing faintly. The monsters said something again, and this time it was full of fear, even Tobini could hear its presence.

"No." The man said.

He only said this one word to them, firmly and cruelly, with an incomprehensible heavy will. The monsters immediately turned around and tried to escape without any hesitation.

Tobini was stunned. He never thought that the situation would become what he saw in front of him. The man did not chase him. He just turned around and pulled the bruised sailor up from the ground. Only then did Tobini see his face clearly.

The face was extremely pale, and the eyes were deep. It was completely unhuman, but the concern on his face was genuine.

The young man's nose was sour, and tears fell down, sliding down his cheeks, washing away the dried blood, and finally made him start to be afraid. He fell to the ground, covered his cheeks, and cried with all his strength.

"Cry," said Khalil. "Only humans have this privilege."

He turned around, moved his fingers slightly, and the drooping corners of his coat immediately rose up, turning into terrifying tentacles and shooting out, running into the deep darkness not far away. After a few seconds, accompanied by panicked screams, all the fleeing dark elves were pulled back.

Khalil looked at them, raised his right hand slightly, and waved it gently, and the impatient Lalhe devoured them completely.

The chewing sound continued, and the wailing sound was everywhere, which frightened the young sailor who had just been rescued and stopped crying suddenly. He raised his head and looked at Khalil, just in time to meet the latter's gaze.

"I, I" he stuttered a few syllables.

Khalil smiled at him, this smile was very stiff, completely different from the cold smile he usually used, almost the opposite of it, full of encouragement.

Then he took off his hat, showed it to him, and tapped the emblem of the Inquisition in the center with his fingers.

"Do you know this?"

The sailor looked at it in panic, trembled all over, and then quickly softened, as if he had finally unloaded a heavy burden.

"The Emperor bless you, the Emperor bless you"

Khalil reached out again to pull him up, and patted his shoulder again. The psychic power worked with a skill that was almost completely unfamiliar to him, so that all the wounds on the body of the only survivor stopped bleeding.

The latter knew nothing about all this, but was immersed in the great shock of surviving the disaster and couldn't extricate himself. He hugged himself tightly, his fingers on both hands had turned white, and his nails pierced into his arms tightly.

He muttered the name of the Emperor to himself, and seemed a little indifferent to everything around him. However, this might be a good thing for him.

Khalil looked around.

Hanged corpses, two halves of human bodies cut by sharp blades and embedded in the wall, peeled skin, broken human tissues, people whose eyes were gouged out and throats were cut and then hung upside down for dissection. In such a large cabin, there was only one sailor left alive.

If he had come later.

These dark elves had nothing else but efficient and diverse means of torture. Even if he had cleaned up the entire lower cabin at the fastest speed, he would not have had time to save more people unless he summoned some power that could not be used at this moment.

Damn, I should have learned more restrained psychic means.

"Don't think about it anymore, Khalil. You'd better let your monitor and bodyguard leave two alive. You didn't leave any."

At this moment, the voice coming from the shadow was surprisingly calm. Listening carefully, there were even some subtle crackling sounds, as if someone was slowly snapping his fingers.

Khalil didn't answer him, but thought to himself, they still have a ship.

"No, all the aliens on that ship must die."

He calmly retorted, the moonlight trembled, and a slender arm stretched out from the shadow under his feet, grabbed the corner of the coat, and gave him an order.

Large whimpered in embarrassment, and Khalil sighed helplessly and gave permission.

The next second, a black shadow flashed excitedly, leaving only a breeze blowing through his thin shirt.

Khalil raised his hand to press his temple, and sent out a psychic energy, going upwards.

+Pull.+

+What's the matter, sir? +

+Can you leave two alive? +

+I can't guarantee it, sir. +

+Please leave two alive. +

+Why don't you leave? +

+I tried.+

+They still have a whole ship-wait, okay, I understand. +