Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 663 - 663 660 Capture and Endgame

?Chapter 663: Chapter 660: Capture and Endgame Chapter 663: Chapter 660: Capture and Endgame The Skeleton Spider emitted a series of chaotic and piercing noises—that was a call mixed with intense spiritual contamination, the roar of a monster teetering on the brink of losing control over its mental balance, with anger almost materializing into substance. Yet this tangible anger could by no means affect the ship, which had just come to life, from setting off on its journey home.

Even though it was severely damaged, even though its perception was already chaotic, the “Saint” could feel the ship beneath its feet accelerating toward a certain direction, could sense the abnormal tremors emanating from the hull—the steam core had been completely destroyed, yet the ship’s propellers were gradually speeding up, the navigation and interlocking systems had vanished, but the ship knew the way home on its own.

The torn hull still floated nearby, and amidst the shattered framework, the pale green flames burnt quietly like curtains, isolating the icy seawater and all hope as well.

The steel behemoth, which he had blown to pieces with his own hands, was now heading toward the holy land in the guise of broken remains.

Behind the Skeleton Spider, from that swollen, horrifying giant brain came a “thump thump thump” of eerie pulsations. Its blood vessels rapidly swelled and writhed as if something luminous were brewing inside, and a crazy, destructive aura suddenly began to surge.

But just as the Annihilating Priest was about to use himself as “material” to create a groundbreaking self-explosion, he suddenly found himself losing control over his body.

An eerie rigidity abruptly washed over him; he felt as though each of his limbs and ocular peduncles had instantly turned into something as hard as stone or porcelain. Then, as if some irresistible force had descended upon those rigid limbs, it began to pull and secure them outward.

Panic spread from the depths of his mind—the “Saint” exerted all his strength to twist the only functioning ocular peduncle, turning his eyeball in another direction.

There stood a stunning doll with silver hair, dressed in a deep purple court dress, standing quietly amidst the flames, slightly lifting her hand as if manipulating invisible threads—through the sliver of reality refracted by fate, the Saint saw the transparent, almost imperceptible lines entwined around her fingers.

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