The situation reverses, which is equivalent to starting over.

Lu Jia looked at the ship passing by and fell into deep thought.

The sea snake with a threat value of more than 1,600 is far more difficult than the script label.

The C5 level, even if you have supernatural abilities, will never be much more difficult than the average level, but the current situation has seriously exceeded expectations.

Do you have to use this?

He glanced at the small box in his hand:

‘Heart of Holy Flame (sealed)

Scene props.

Divine impact: Unlock the seal and detonate the sacred power in the item. After a 30-minute delay, hit all creatures within a radius of 2,000 meters. The undead creatures will suffer more fatal damage.

Note: In any magical legendary story, facing the invincible demon king, there will always be something that will become the hope of the protagonists, as if as long as you master them, you can become the savior of the disaster film. Uh~ This thing is no exception.'

"This is..." Captain Poirot also discovered what was in Lu Jia's hand and his face changed: "How come the holy weapon is in your hands?"

"I got it while I was in the chaos." Lu Jia said: "No one cared about this thing at that time."

"What did you take him away?"

"If you leave it there, it's useless." Poirot looked faintly at the angry expression: "Do you think this thing will help them defeat their opponents after staying in the base? It's impossible. Knowing that there is a trap, the undead will never put all its strength to the pass. With their combat power, only a part of the fleet can solve us. At that time, detonating the holy weapon will not cause fatal damage to the undead."

The fact is that Lu Jia believes that it is better to keep this kind of thing that plays a decisive role in the direction of the plot in his own hands.

Seeing that Poirot stopped talking, Lu Jia asked: "Is there any signal fireworks?"

"Are you crazy?" Poirot pointed to the fleet on the sea: "Releasing signals at this time will only attract undeads."

"They are greeting them. How about it? Do you want to play a big game?"

"Get big?" Poirot thought for a while, showing a crazy expression: "Ha...What a great idea, I like it."

...

Gently climbing onto the decaying board of the ghost ship, Lu Jia's heart thumped and felt a little nervous. As long as there was a little negligence, he might be dismembered by countless undead knives rushing over.

On the beach in the distance, a necromancer was manipulating a large number of ghosts to search the ground of the island, and Lu Jia breathed a little relieved.

"How do you know that they can't find us if they hide here?"

"Neither the skeleton nor the ghosts have vision or hearing." Lu Jia said: "When the battle that day, the undead attack method was very blind, which shows that their sensing ability was very poor, and they even relied entirely on the command of the undead mage...

So we just need to deceive the necromancer. He probably didn't expect that we were not escaping deep into the island but hiding by the sea."

Poirot nodded suddenly: "What should I do now?"

"Wait..." The ghost ship was mooring not far away. The ship was in a mess and stayed on the sea with the support of the black fog. Lu Jia's gaze fell on a hole, and his eyes suddenly froze: "Let's go."

While Poirot was stunned, Lu Jia had moved over and saw what was in the hole, Poirot was also stunned:

There were more than a dozen breathing living people lying in the cabin at the hole. They lay on their backs on the moldy cabin, as if they were asleep.

"This is……"

"Prison of the fleet." Seeing a few familiar faces, Lu Jia knew their identities. He moved a few bodies, moved a place in the cabin, wiped some blood on his body, and lay down with his eyes closed.

Poirot learned something and followed him to lie next to Lu Jia, pretending to be a corpse.

About half an hour later, the floating undead returned to the ship one after another, and the ghost ship left the sea and followed the undead's fleet.

Lu Jia opened his eyes, quietly uncovered the seal of the holy weapon, hid it in a secret corner, nodded to Poirot, who opened his eyes, and the two of them were about to jump into the sea and escape along the hole of the ghost ship.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps made the two people who had just stood up froze.

The necromancer in black was blocked at the door at some point, and his two red eyes stared at the standing up Lu Jia and Captain Polo in confusion.

Just as the Necromancer began to summon the ghost, Lu Jia drew his sword and swept it across. The Necromancer's head fell to the ground, and the black book in his hand fell to the ground.

Noting that the black book emitted a strange light in the retina panel, Lu Jia hid it away.

"Hey, we seem to be in trouble." Poirot's expression was solemn.

Lu Jia frowned and realized that it was a critical moment.

The death of the necromancer on the ship means that the ship has lost control and will be discovered by the undead soon.

Losing the shelter of magic, the sea water has poured into the cabin. If the ships sink here, thirty minutes will be enough for the undead fleet to sail out of the explosion range.

The solution to the response is not difficult to consider.

Put the holy weapon on a sleepy prisoner and wait for the undead to move these prisoners to other ships, but it is obvious that this method is very unsafe.

The moment Lu Jia thought of this method, he rejected it in his heart, and he tended to another one:

Delay time as much as possible, entangle the undead here until the holy weapon explodes...

This is equivalent to dying with the undead fleet.

Lu Jia couldn't do this, but someone could.

Sweat kept coming out of his forehead. Lu Jia looked at Boro, thinking in his mind how to convince the NPC to stay and die.

He looked at the flow of water. If Poirot could choose to take the detonated holy weapon in this place and the undead to delay time until the holy weapon exploded. He floated along the water. Even if he could not escape from the danger range within the detonation time, the person would definitely die before him. If such a result would be judged as victory, he could safely leave the hunting ground.

Is he willing to give his life?

Maybe it's OK, after all, this is a fool with low IQ. He just needs to incite with passionate words, and he will most likely be what Lu Jia wants.

But Lu Jia found it difficult to say it.

If the sea snake was not dragged away by this man when it attacked, he had now sunk to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

...

Lu Jia closed his eyes, and at this moment he was facing something called conscience.

Time passed by bit by bit, but Lu Jia's hesitation in his heart did not weaken at all.

He is just an NPC, not a real person.

It is a stupid behavior to care about feelings with NPCs.

He kept convinced himself, his rapid breathing gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes, but saw Poirot looking at him with a strange expression.

"Hey! What are you thinking? Coward."

Unlike the grim smile or hysteria that was before, Poirot's smile was obviously ridiculed and joked: "What kind of words are you thinking about to keep me to die?"

Lu Jia's face changed when his thoughts were exposed, and his impulsive aura made his neck stiff and he couldn't even make the simple move of shaking his head.

"Haha...hahahaha!" Poirot laughed wildly: "I knew you were a coward. You poisonous snakes never had any concept of honor or sacrifice. You treat me as a fool? Ha! I just never think about it seriously. Do you really think I would not know that there is a problem between you and that spy? Do you really think I would have no curiosity about the language you talk to? You are wrong! I just don't want to doubt you!"

Lu Jia opened his mouth.

"You must want to kill him! Coward! I know what you think! You want me to stay with this thing and die with the undead! You choose to escape despicablely! Vipers are like this. They are always hesitant because of too many things in their minds, and they will only turn themselves into cowards in the end. I hate poisonous snakes like you, and this is why!" Polo's forehead was exposed and he grabbed Lu Jia's collar hysterically: "Go—Live humbly and cowardly!"

"You..." Lu Jia just spit out a word, and a huge force threw him from the hole into the sea. He poked his head out and a wooden board smashed his head into the sea.

Poirot picked up the holy weapon, his smile became more crazy and ferocious, and he kept kicking the unconscious prisoner with his feet and shouting:

"Get up, get up! For the Empire!"

A few minutes later, some undead came from all directions of the broken ship. Captain Poirot laughed, waved two scimitars to rush to the deck, jumped onto another ghost ship, and shouted wildly: "Babys, your dad is here!"

boom!
Chapter completed!