Chapter 662 Normal

"Puff puff puff puff ~"

Human heads fell to the ground one by one, and the blood that flowed out quickly solidified into dark red plasma, covering the entire deck.

It was very uncomfortable to step on it sticky, but everyone didn't care about it, because as the sacrifice continued, the number of people was getting smaller and smaller.

"Buzz~~" The chainsaw, which was almost covered in plasma, stopped. It stopped when it wanted to turn back into a prosthesis.

Charles, who was covering his head, looked down, only to find that a human bone was stuck on the chainsaw, which is why the chainsaw couldn't change back just now.

He stretched out his hand to grab the bone fragment, threw it into the sticky blood plasma, then staggered back to the stool behind him and sat down.

"Ah...Damn it! This feeling is really uncomfortable, ah!!" Charles, with a painful expression, raised his blood-red iron hand and hammered his forehead continuously, getting heavier each time.

"Do you need me to take some paralyzing potions? This should relieve your symptoms." Linda, who was next to her with her arms crossed, asked.

Charles shook his head, "No, now is the critical moment. Taking anesthesia will affect your judgment. Don't stop, the next wave will continue. Linda, this time you and Grace will be added."

"Okay, I got it." Linda nodded calmly, grabbed Grace's hand and walked towards the bloody magic circle in front of her.

While chatting, the two followed other selected sacrifices to clean up the corpses on the ground. The magic circle was wiped clean by blood again and needed to be repainted.

This time it was no longer three people, there were a total of eight people including Linda and Grace. They formed a group and chanted the strange spell on the paper.

Suddenly, a young man wearing a turban stopped suddenly, and struggled to pull out a blue fishbone more than one meter long from the cervical spine of his neck.

"What are you doing! Suddenly stopped again, so many people are waiting for you, are you embarrassed?" Linda followed the other sacrifices and glared at the man with obvious dissatisfaction.

The young man waved his hands repeatedly, and apologized to everyone with a wry smile, "Sorry, sorry, that thorn is a relic I used to save my life. If I don't pull it out, I probably won't die. Take it out, I'm so sorry."

"Okay, sit down quickly, and continue to sacrifice." Charles flicked his left hand lightly in pain, and the steel prosthesis turned into a chain saw and began to spin, and the blood splashed from the chain splashed on Lily's hair.

But Lily didn't pay attention to it, and stared intently at the person sitting cross-legged in the magic circle.

Those people began to read in a low voice, and their voices became louder and louder. Just when their expressions were gradually falling into madness, Charles suddenly interrupted them. "Wait, eight people are not good, it's better to get one more."

The eight people complained in low voices, and interrupted twice in a row even though no one was dissatisfied, Grace's mouth was pouting.

Charles, who was covering his head, kept scanning the crowd, but after looking around, he couldn't find the right person at all. "Forget it, then Lily."

As Charles said, he reached out and grabbed Lily next to him, and threw it directly like throwing a ball.

Lily, who was caught by Grace, looked at Charles a little hesitantly, "Mr. Charles, I..."

"What's the matter? Say what you want to say quickly, don't whine, I'm dying of a headache right now."

"Mr. Charles, I don't want to go first. If possible, I want to be with you."

Seeing Lily's pleading eyes, Charles stood up and walked over, "Hey, I really can't do anything about you, that's okay, I don't bother to endure this kind of pain anymore, Dipper, you take over my business."

"Yes, Captain!" Dipper excitedly pulled out a black thorn.

"Hee hee." Seeing Charles walking towards her, Lily had a sweet smile on her face.

Then Charles took a transcribed paper and read it together with Lily who was standing on his shoulder.

The voice is getting louder and the expressions are getting crazy. In the haze, he felt a force pulling upwards, as if a big hand was pulling his soul and ran towards the black figure.

A little nervous, Dipper clenched the black thorn in his hand, waiting for the last moment.

"It's just killing people, why are you so nervous? It's not like I haven't killed before." Orderic said to him with a smile.

"This is the captain's order. I must do it well, or he will be angry."

"It's okay, don't be afraid, he is also in this sacrifice, and after he dies, he won't open his mouth to scold you."

Hearing what Orderic said, Dipper was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "That's right, that's true. Then my worries are unnecessary, blind man. I guess I'm too busy to sacrifice so many people this time. You can help me later."

"No problem, we have such a good relationship, of course we should help with this."

During the conversation between the two, the sacrificial ceremony came to an end. Dipper stopped talking and slowly approached Charles' back while holding the black thorn.

He raised the weapon in his hand and stabbed fiercely at the aorta on Charles' neck.

Just when the black thorn was about to touch Charles' skin, an unbearable sense of tension instantly came from his brain. The hairs on the back of Charles' neck instantly stood up, and he instinctively shook his neck back slightly.

With a sound of "Puff", the black thorn that was as iron as mud pierced Charles' neck obliquely, and the point of the thorn protruded from the other side.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain surged up, and the tense feeling in my mind disappeared instantly.

It was as if a bomb had exploded in Charles' brain, and it was in chaos.

Dipper was just about to pull the black thorn out of Charles' neck with all his strength, but he was choked tightly by Charles's steel prosthetic limb, unable to move.

At this moment, Di Pu's scaly face was full of anxiety, "Captain, let go quickly, if you don't pull it out, you won't die at all!"

"Why am I dying? Why is there such a heavy smell of blood? What the hell am I doing?"

Just when Charles was thinking about these questions, he saw that Orderick was raising an ax across from him, and was slashing towards his wife Linda with all his strength.

Before he had time to think about it, Charles felt a movement in his heart, and a dozen transparent tentacles instantly rose from the deck, sending Orderic flying to the dark sky next to him.

Charles kicked back quickly, kicked Dipper flying behind him, and stood up under the surprised gazes of everyone around him.

Seeing the strange magic circle on the ground, the pile of miserable corpses beside him, and the giant black figure in the distance, Charles' expression gradually became terrified.

"This...what the hell is going on here? Why did I bring my crew here to die?"

Charles recalled his memories, and found that he seemed to have lost any fear of death just now, and sending Lily to die seemed as simple as letting her go to have breakfast alone.