Facing the sea monster as huge as a mountain, Xu Shuo, standing on the black boat, was as small as a piece of rootless duckweed floating in the vast sea.
In fact, the moment he deployed his mental network, he had already detected the monster dormant under the black ship.
But at that time, the detected picture was just a bottomless darkness, and I could only vaguely feel that the darkness was a huge thing with no specific shape.
As for the picture I see now...
Xu Shuo wanted to name a specific shape, but except for the octopus in his mind, he couldn't find any other adjective yet.
At this moment, his thinking seemed to be restricted.
All the knowledge in the past became pale and shallow at this moment, and the brain was emptied, only the majestic and fierce darkness was filled!
What's more, he still used the psychic network developed by his mental power to detect, so that these darkness invaded his consciousness in a more straightforward way and occupied all his senses.
In a trance, the world seemed to be filled with only dense darkness, and in the darkness were dense eyes staring at him, and there were noisy and sharp murmurs around him.
His mental power wanted to see other things through this darkness, but no matter how he looked, there was only darkness and monsters in his sight.
Incomprehensible thoughts and emotions flashed through his mind, squeezing his brain hard.
Uncontrollable fear, evil thoughts arising from the heart, and violent thoughts that cannot be controlled and destroyed, these negative emotions are rushing one after another, as if someone is singing a twisted and weird music.
But at this time, the most prominent thought deep in Xu Shuo's consciousness was still——
What a big octopus!
He had even figured out how to braise it.
Just like the flames burning through the thin wings of a moth, the huge darkness surrounding him gradually dispersed, and the starry sky outside could be vaguely seen through the burned hole.
But when Xu Shuo was burning his mental power, the strings of the violin in his mind seemed to sense something and vibrated crazily!
Xu Shuo had no doubt that it could play a little tune at its peak!
Violin is saving power from unknown sources every day, and now at the critical moment when it is needed, it is sending power to Xu Shuo without any reservation.
What burns is his mental power, and also his spiritual network that spreads out.
Xu Shuo was surrounded by boundless darkness, but the darkness was also covered by his spreading spiritual power.
Eyes from all directions were staring at him, and the surroundings seemed to be overwhelming. The rumbling sound was deafening, and it was hard to tell whether it was the monster's anger or its screams.
…
Somewhere in the script world.
The man who was concentrating on exploring clues suddenly paused. He raised his left wrist and looked at it.
The pattern of the rose flower on it will still exist no matter how damaged it is. Even if he enters the script role, the flower will still exist in the exact same position on his left wrist.
Perhaps it was because it was a soul mark that it followed him everywhere. After he figured it out, he didn't continue to struggle with it.
But now, this flower is very hot.
The scarlet rose pattern gradually turns darker in color until it turns red to black. It exudes a faint dark glow, like blood flowing, and it is extremely hot.
And what followed was a slight dizziness in his brain, as if something was draining his mental energy.
He immediately kept his composure.
But before he could continue to detect what was going on, the dazed feeling just now disappeared quickly, and the black and hot rose pattern returned to normal.
The sudden weakness comes and goes quickly.
Huh? So what happened??
Could it be...Qilisi's side?
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"Boom!"
There was a shocking sound on the sea, like a huge tsunami, and the high water column rushed into the night sky!
The huge octopus waving countless tentacles, which was comparable to the small island, instantly turned into a mist that filled the sky. The sticky black substance was shattered by an unknown force, and was so thin that it could not even condense into liquid.
Naturally, the black ship that was held high in the sky by darkness also fell down, hitting the sea with a huge force.
The ship didn't fall apart.
But when Xu Shuo looked up, he found that the ship next to him called "Daping" had disappeared.
The only thing on the sea was the ship he was standing on.
Moreover, there was no mottled dark matter on the ship, and there were only bloodstains and slashing marks all over the floor. It looked like it was a travel ship that had been attacked by pirates.
This is what the big flat horn looked like just now.
What seems to be missing is the black ship.
Perhaps it can also be said that there was only one ship in this sea area, the Dahira.
The so-called black ship is more like a reflection of the deep inner emotions of the crew.
Including that monster that looks like a behemoth from the deep sea.
But there's something strange...
Why was that big octopus missing just now?
Xu Shuo frowned and looked thoughtfully in a certain direction on the sea.
When the big octopus suddenly collapsed just now, his blocked spiritual network was able to seize a gap and detect the momentary scene.
There seemed to be a flash of red gold light over there.
It was this bright and divine light that annihilated the monster in an instant.
Who is helping him?
So besides him and Luo Kai?
Has anyone else entered this script world?
Xu Shuo knew very well that he couldn't defeat the monster at all, and he could barely manage to even inflict serious damage.
So he stayed to fight just to see how long he could hold on. Anyway, his mind would not be polluted by the abyss, and he could exit the script at any time. The most important thing was that there was no penalty for failure.
Then this wave can be used directly?!
As a result, in the short time after he was surrounded by darkness... was there ten seconds?
Maybe?
Although it seemed as if countless centuries had passed when it was eroded by the abyss in the darkness, and the chaos lasted for so long that it was frightening.
But after the dark blockade was destroyed, with the calculation power of the Alpha character card, he was able to calculate the real time in the past.
It was estimated that only a few seconds had passed.
A few seconds later, the big octopus was brutally killed.
It didn't even have time to resist.
What a powerful force...
Xu Shuo stood quietly on the dilapidated Daping, looking at the calm sea, and then looked up at the misty night sky.
His expression was calm and calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
It just stayed quiet for a while.
Xu Shuo put back his chaotic thoughts, glanced at the violin that had returned to calm in his mind, and then raised his left wrist to look at it.
The rose flower on the inside of my wrist was glowing just now.
Moreover, Xu Shuo also felt a trace of spiritual power escaping from it, and then ran into the "Heart" violin to replenish the spiritual power he continued to consume in order to resist the octopus.
This thing has finally shown its use.
Otherwise, Xu Shuo might have really endured the shame, found the Traveling Poet, and recruited him into his team for use.
After all, no matter how useful a soul contract is, it only works if the person involved is present.
However, this script space scattered all the players in various worlds, and also set up restrictions that prevented each other from traveling through each other. However, the script of "The Beautiful Legend of Prague" collapsed again, and it was impossible to see who was the player who performed it at that time.
So rounding it off, this soul contract will be invalidated!
Well, now it finally has some use again.
Xu Shuo put on the black wristband again, then looked at the deckhouse of the Daping, and walked up.
In the deckhouse, there was a body clinging to the rudder of the ship.
His bloodshot eyes were staring dead ahead. His body was bent forward, with most of the gravity pressing on the wheel-type rudder.
Because of this action, the rudder of the ship was stuck and could no longer turn.
On the boat, the tattered sails were still fluttering.
Fueled by the sea water, the Ohira slowly sailed in the direction determined by the rudder.
Ships without human control will sometimes deviate, but generally...
