Chapter 156 The Past Is Gone

Chapter 156 The past is gone

In the roar of steel clashing, cracks spread from the silver axes and sickle swords.

The broken ax blade flew, and the Eye of Horus on the sickle sword also shattered.

At that moment, Lao Xiao roared.

The two unanimously discarded the broken weapons in their hands, raised their fists again, and bumped into each other suddenly. Amid Chimera's roar, Huai Shi suddenly dodged a sweeping punch, then raised and raised five fingers and poked his throat, blocking the roar.

Immediately afterwards, with the contraction of the wrist, the raised five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, thrust forward again, and smashed on the Sphinx's forehead with a roar.

This was the straw that broke the camel's back.

This time, the fragile skull could no longer support the bombardment of this punch, and it was broken with a dull sound, and the last head was about to be reimbursed.

But then, Huai Shi was startled suddenly, bent down involuntarily, and saw Chimera's long tail hit her abdomen like a hammer, almost as if the steel was about to be pulled off, and the crack spread .

He staggered back, gasped for a moment, and rushed forward together with Lao Xiao.

The battle starts again.

This time, it is no longer a fight between swords and swords and flying in the sea and sky, but a face-to-face fight.

After throwing away all irrelevant elements, he returned to the realm of beasts.

Break bones with bones, wash blood with blood!

There was a roar at every bump, stomp, and punch, and the wailing sailboat was constantly tossing, cracking and cracking, and smoke rising from the blazing flames.

Ashes fell on Angel Quan's broken armor, and the light in Huai Shi's eyes gradually flickered and dimmed.

In the violent battle, those infinite powers seemed to be squandered, making it difficult to resist the poison of the dark source. Under the armor, the perception of flesh and blood gradually recovered.

Feel the pain of tearing, and lethargy and tiredness.

But the other side was not much better than him, the two obtrusive tails had been completely torn off by Huai Shi, and the head of the last Sphinx had been beaten to pieces by Huai Shi.

Fist, punch, punch!

From the roaring sound, Angel Quan, like a tireless machine, forcibly shook the Chimera's storm, and then gave an iron fist with violence!

With a dull sound, the exoskeleton on Chimera's chest was completely shattered, revealing the devastation inside.

Old Xiao staggered and took a step back.

But Huai Shi went in again, raised her fist again, and threw it out!

Boom!

"come!"

Huai Shi growled, moved forward, pressing step by step, waved away the blood on the back of his hand, and clenched again, the sound of steel rubbing against each other was so ferocious: "Didn't you make a lot of preparations? Take it out, Lao Xiao! Let me see Let's see how you can win!"

"Ha, ha ha... ha ha ha!"

Chimera seemed to be amused by Huai Shi's words, and laughed out loud while clutching her stomach. Even if Huai Shi pulled her up and punched her again, she smashed into the ruins of the bridge.

"You really—"

Boom!

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grasped Huai Shi's iron fist, and slowly tightened his five fingers, smiling ferociously: "—I don't know anything!"

There was a loud noise.

With the waving of the beastly arms, Huai Shi was pulled up by him, smashed the floor, and fell into the lower cabin. But then, Chimera raised her foot and stepped on his face!

Huai Shi rolled, dodged, staggered up, panting violently.

He felt dizzy for a while, and his eyes went black, but what disturbed him was Ai Qing's silence, and the burning pain in his skull, which was the punishment for breaking an oath.

Even if the chains on the body were smashed, the creeds and precepts in the source matter still existed. At this moment, as he weakened, they resurfaced, tormenting his soul.

It was like icy steel, knocking down again and again, shaking his consciousness and making his eyes black.

"Guess what, Huai Shi!"

Old Xiao roared, punched him, and knocked him away: "Guess, why Yaga went crazy!"

Huai Shi stepped back, her feet made two deep marks on the broken deck.

"Guess what!" he roared again, "When Kosche feels like he's dying, is he crazy enough to kill a whole ship?"

boom!

Huai Shi was smashed into the wall.

"Guess again—why, the more people die on this ship, the faster it will be!"

He grinned, raised his foot, and kicked forward suddenly. With a burst of terrifying power, he kicked Huai Shi through several decks and wedged him into the wall.

"Finally, you guessed—"

He bent down slowly, picked up Huai Shi's broken ax from the ground, and staggered forward, with a malicious and ferocious smile: "It's obviously only a one-night voyage, but why hasn't the so-called New World been seen yet?"

Looking down at Huai Shi's face behind the broken visor, Old Xiao shook his head in disappointment.

Slowly raised the ax and chopped down!

The ax blade stopped abruptly before Huai Shi's eyes.

The end of the grip was tightly grasped by a suddenly raised hand, preventing any advance.

"You take my ax to kill me?"

Huai Shi raised her head slowly, staring at that ferocious face: "Who gave you the confidence?"

The sound of steel rubbing against each other burst out.

The blade fell back.

up.

Between Huai Shi's raised five fingers, move away inch by inch.

From the coma and analgesia, Huai Shi roared, raised her hand suddenly, clenched it tightly, and slammed it on Lao Xiao's face, and then, another punch, another punch!

Until that crippled face was bloody and bloody smashed by him.

Finally, I clenched my fists.

swing!

Amidst the roar, the Chimera flew backwards, smashed through the cabin, and landed on the riddled deck, falling into the flames.

Huai Shi gasped, got up from the ground, dragged the axe, climbed up step by step, and climbed out.

At the end, saw the enemy lying on the ground.

It seems that I have no strength.

He leaned on the broken rail, opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Huai Shi who was walking towards him step by step, for some reason, couldn't help laughing hoarsely.

"Did you think of some joke?" Huai Shi asked indifferently, "Why didn't you tell it, let's listen to it together?"

"The one in front of me, isn't it?"

Old Xiao panted, and smiled mockingly at him: "It's so ironic, Huai Shi, it was doomed from the beginning...Only you, you can't win. Hahahaha."

He said, "You can kill me, but you cannot escape the curse."

In the coma, Huai Shi suffered a sharp pain in her head, staggered her steps, gritted her teeth angrily, stepped forward, and asked hoarsely, "An inexplicable joke? Is this your last words?"

"Yeah?"

Old Xiao raised his head, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and grinned grinningly: "Do you want to explain it more clearly, Huai Shi? Or, why don't you ask Ai Qing?"

Ai Qing didn't speak.

Eyes downcast.

"see it?"

Old Xiao sneered: "You are the only one kept in the dark, no, there is one more."

He stared maliciously at the pale girl behind Huai Shi.

"Give up, Huai Shi."

Old Xiao shook his head and made a mocking voice: "No matter how much you struggle, you can't change the final result... Is my question not simple enough, or are you unwilling to get results from thinking?

"It was doomed from the beginning—"

He laughed loudly, "On this ship, there can only be one person who can reach the New World!"

This is the truth that Ai Qing keeps silent about.

The gods finally made a contract during the struggle, and made a compromise after various fierce or secret temptations.

The gods could punish these traitors cruelly, and the White Crown is not generous-he doesn't want homeless dogs with tails between their legs and frustrated losers.

The hindrances and curses of the gods gave him what he wanted. Only through such a cruel and cruel method can the fugitives completely extinguish their unrealistic delusions and face the cold reality and brutal fighting.

From the very beginning, this ship was not an ideal place for the fugitives.

It is the cauldron in which miracle gold is smelted out of dross and waste.

Choose a successful person from a hundred losers, and choose a real strong person from the countless abandoned dust, who is really enough to help him accomplish his great cause.

This is the curse and blessing of the Lord of the White Crown.

Of all the sinners on this ship, only one will be pardoned by the White Crown.

only one.

When the Mayflower sets sail, the final result is already doomed, and nothing can be avoided. Everything that happens in the future is just a step-by-step approach to the established ending.

Only to usher in the final winner.

At that moment of sudden surprise, Huai Shi felt the sharp pain erupting in his skull like lava, and it was almost difficult to stand still. Violent waves echoed in his source quality.

It was as if an iron pen fell down, engraving an order that could not be disobeyed in his soul stroke by stroke.

It made him tremble and howl fiercely.

"Finally understood? Huai Shi."

"Then, in the end, let's guess again..." He smiled strangely, and whispered softly: "Whose Philosopher's Stone is this period of our history recorded?"

At that moment, Huai Shi roared, and the ax blade fell.

Completely chopped off his dog's head!

The shattered head rolled to the ground, with the last mocking smile still remaining.

"Everything of Paracelsus will be buried here."

The broken head raised its eyes from the blood, and opened and closed its lips silently, staring at Huai Shi and Lili in front of them with pity: "She died in your hands."

"Abraham van Helsing, don't forget, this is your mission."

He closes his eyes.

Under Huai Shi's ax blade, it fell apart.

In the gradually cold hands of the corpse, five fingers slowly spread out, revealing the scratched homeless coin.

On the coin, the icon of the archangel stared indifferently at Huai Shi's face with a mocking smile.

Huai Shi fell to the ground weakly, unable to hold the ax tightly anymore.

There were countless voices echoing in his ears, roaring like thunder, or whispering softly, the voices of thousands of people overlapped in his consciousness, issuing a mission that cannot be defied.

Kill Paracelsus!

Kill... Lily!

This is the task Van Helsing must complete, this is the ending left in the Philosopher's Stone, this is...everything you have done with your own hands!

At that moment, Huai Shi suddenly realized from the pain of tearing her soul.

I couldn't help laughing out loud.

laugh at yourself.

When he tried his best, picked up the gun that fell on the ground, and slowly got up from the ground, his eyes became strange.

It was like waking up from a long dream.

Lily stared blankly at him for a long, long time, as if she finally understood something, but there was still a sad confusion on her pale face.

"So... are you here to kill me, Huai Shi?"

"yes."

Huai Shi nodded, enduring the analgesia in her skull, her complexion gradually grim.

Slowly raised the pistol.

Aimed at the girl's face.

Her last hope was shattered, and she could no longer hold back tears.

"Why on earth!" She choked up and shouted, "I just, I just want to live."

Huai Shi did not answer.

He just stared at her weeping face silently for a long time, then sighed softly: "Yeah, why is it so difficult just to live a happy life?"

He said, "Probably... the world is like this."

From the very beginning, it has been shrouded in the shadow of hell... Freedom is but a fleeting illusion, and humble life is the currency at the fingertips of the gods.

In such a world, where is there any happiness to pursue?

Huai Shi lowered her eyes, feeling something falling apart in her body.

"I'm sorry I lied to you."

He whispered softly, this is the last farewell and apology.

Since the game was doomed from the beginning, let it end now.

As a result, the warmth of the past is no longer.

Huai Shi, pulled the trigger.