He Comes From the Void

Sarah turned her head to one side, and the movement in the corridor caught her attention. She thought it was a movement made by someone.

The fire spread from the first room, and the tongue of flame jumped up high, licking the ceiling of the corridor, and it was spreading to this side.

The undead, who were afraid of the flames, rushed out of the burning door frame one after another, and slammed into the opposite door with force, and the dull impact echoed in the corridor.

The wooden boards became dry and brittle under the touch of the undead. Several men joined together and pushed their backs against the door, trying to resist the invasion of the undead. However, the wooden door had been dented, and the door panel had been separated from the door frame.

After returning from the Shadow Island, Sarah knew that doors and windows could not stop evil spirits, but they were willing to break through doors and windows to create a terrifying effect.

Click——

There was a creepy sound, and the claws of the undead pierced through the door, and pieces of wood flew everywhere.

A man was caught in the back, screaming in despair, and was dragged into the thick fog outside the door. Another reached out and pulled him, only to have his arm ripped off and blood sprayed all over the floor.

The man was pressed to the ground by the undead and was powerless to resist. A few familiar pale faces suddenly crowded him in front of his terrified eyes, opening his mouth to swallow his life force.

The white smoke of the soul was pulled out from the seven orifices, and this group of undead behaved like a group of smokers and addicts who puffed and smoked, but their behavior was more violent and strange... Or, they were like a group of drowned and suffocated people, and the fresh souls It's like a tank full of oxygen and it drives them crazy.

Two people were damaged at once, and the people inside finally couldn't bear the pressure, the door exploded inward, the undead rushed into the room, and then there were screams one after another.

Sarah saw that the dragged corpse had been covered with a thin layer of frost, and a spirit floated out of it, and immediately joined the frenzied hunting army.

Sarah snorted coldly and bounced the blood-stained bullet away.

Now, the undead had already started to compete with her. Even though she knew that there were more traps waiting for her ahead, she had to speed up her pace.

The sharp pain at the place where the bullet was shot was suppressed, and there was no movement outside the door for a long time, and the thugs inside finally couldn't sit still. The sound of footsteps came one after another. They were about to come out to investigate the situation, and rushed to close the door before the undead struck.

She looked at her fingers, and a cruel smile curled up at the corner of her mouth under the helmet.

Then she snapped her fingers towards the door, like an electric spark ignited a whole box of gunpowder. The instant strong light and loud noise made people suspect that the entire Leviathan was wiped out.

The thugs covered their eyes and curled up on the ground, as if this could reduce the glare remaining in front of their eyes at that moment, but only tears overflowed uncontrollably.

Sarah stood up and fired, each bullet infused with her rage, piercing their sinful bodies, leaving charred holes, and striding toward the next door.

Tonight, she will indulge the demons in her heart and start a killing spree.

Every room is like a fortress, and you will never know how many guns are holding you until you open the door.

She opened a few gun holes in a door, and was immediately suppressed by the violent gunfire, but she chose to bend down and walk to the next room. The black mist penetrated everywhere, and began to drill into the room along the gun holes.

In front of another door, some people didn't want to sit still, pushed the door out, stood in the corridor, and shot Sarah.

But the shot missed, and Sarah reacted and shot him out, then threw the body into the door, and then closed it in a mess, and got stuck with a rough oak latch from another room.

Just wait for the undead to come back to life, and the whole room will become an ossuary.

She had no time to wait, and from the direction of the gun bay came a lion-headed beast, clad in scales, whose huge figure almost filled the corridor.

The lion-headed monster lunged forward, and the heavy hammer on its tail could easily smash the closed door.

Sarah ran forward, straight into the innermost room.

The door was unlocked, and she easily entered the deepest room of the Leviathan.

This is a utility room. Large and small wooden barrels are randomly placed around the room, as well as various tools and cables, all of which are things on the ship...

And in the middle of the room, the debris was emptied.

An oil lamp was placed on the back of a throne made of wooden canvas and cannon mounts. The dim light reflected a tall figure in a red cloak on the throne. The demon that killed her parents was exactly the same.

Ten years had passed, and although his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his spirit was at its peak. He rolled up his sleeves, his neck and shoulders were as thick as a bull's, his beer belly shrunk due to days of exercise, and one arm was replaced with an iron prosthetic, which looked equally strong and powerful.

"Captain Doom, stay safe."

Planck rose from his chair like a colossus rising from the abyss.

"It seems that you have been waiting here for a long time. Coincidentally, I have been waiting for this day for a long time." Sarah opened the helmet, stared at him intently, and closed the door with one hand behind her, shaking the ground Corridors are isolated.

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Thresh's voice sounded like someone was breathing coldly from the back of her neck. Senna's breathing became rapid in an instant, as if her lungs were held in hands by icy claws, and every breath was mixed with the Freljord's breath. of frost.

She immediately raised the holy stone pistol, rubbed her fingerprints on the brass components, and aimed the gun at the undead shaking the lantern and hooked sickle. It was the embodiment of cruelty and the opposite of human nature.

Senna was a little worried, and Lucian drew his gun a little slower.

Thresh floated up from the misty river, so there was no sound of chain mopping.

This way of appearing on the stage was somewhat beyond Lucian's expectations. Although he had a premonition that he would meet again, when Thresh actually arrived, he still felt his mouth dry and his palms wet with sweat.

He began to recite the incantation of purification, for the next battle, he must be as strong as iron.

The impenetrable black mist began to change, swirling around them, whistling past the doors and windows.

Out of it came a horde of screaming spirits, swinging Shadow's blades and charging at him with fangs.

Lucian and Senna looked at each other, entrusted their backs to each other, their guns shot clean light one after another, and slaughtered the cursed evil spirits.

Amidst the wailing of countless souls, a laugh was surprisingly piercing.

The voice came from Thresh, who, being pointed at by two guns, let out a gurgling laugh without fear.

Just when Lucian couldn't help but wanted to shoot, the black mist around his feet dissipated, and a young woman was stepped on by him, most of her body was submerged in the cold dark river, leaving only a disheveled head Floating on the surface of the water, the frightened face made a mouth shape for help.