Dada dada--

With steady footsteps, the Gray Knight walked calmly in the narrow passage, and he didn't need to look at the guide map to know that the passage would take him to the ship bridge, because he knew something was waiting for him there.

Soon, he walked to the bridge and did not meet a single person, as if all the crew had been completely swallowed up.

Then, the Gray Knight waved his hand quickly, and the sealed explosion-proof door exploded and the gas was released along with the explosion.

When Jickfried entered the room, he was greeted by a massacre, as if a man's internal organs were cut open by a surgeon and placed roughly on the operating table—the ship's core was its crew, and their blood and internal organs were smeared on the wall, a horror portrait portrayed by a crazy artist.

The skin peels off the bones and the organs are removed.

A strange skeleton winds across the walls and ceilings, accompanied by nutrients obtained from the crew members who died, turning the ship bridge into a creepy slaughterhouse.

The Gray Knight ignored the fishy smell coming from his nose. Under the illumination of the intermittent warning lights, the damp red in the room seemed particularly obvious.

He saw Neo lying on the floor, holding a pistol in his hand, and his chest was still undulating, proving that he was not dead.

And standing in front of him was the helmsman, with a crazy smile on his face, covered in blood, his toes stuck in his boots, rubbing against the floor, like a puppet being dragged by a rope.

"A blasphemy."

Jickfried said calmly, taking a step forward.

"You are not a demon, tell me who you are."

The helmsman grinned at him like a puppet.

"I am the servant of the Red-Eye King, the vassal of the Almighty Magnus."

The gray knight took another step forward, holding the long sword in his hand.

"It turns out to be a damn traitor, get out."

The terrible silence enveloped like a veil, and the gray knight noticed the temperature readings in his helmet gradually fell and saw a small amount of white frost growing on his guards.

Even as he walked forward, a faint white patina slowly appeared on his armor.

The puppet-like helmsman still had no answer.

"I know you're here!"

The voice of the Grey Knight echoed on the bridge.

"You can't hide from me."

Jickfried raised his hand and aimed his sword at the helmsman, as if he was a beast ready to attack at any time.

"Come out."

Suddenly, the shortest flash of rationality appeared on the helmsman's face, but it was instantly swallowed by pain.

The thing that was originally the helmsman opened his mouth and his jaw, revealing a dark red piece of meat. Then a stream of blood gushed out, leaving disgusting blood marks on the floor.

The gray knight is not afraid of the red tide and holds his position.

The air was filled with the sound of bone breakage, and the helmsman's spine pulled out from behind, bent upward like a scorpion's thorn, passing over her head.

When his neck broke, his chin opened further and his tendons broke.

Under the scattered uniform, the ribs twisted, like a person struggling to break free from the sack of flesh and bones on his body.

The helmsman twitched all over, and other things on his head scattered with a burst of blood mist.

A rough muscle appeared, stretching out like a bloody flower, the helmsman's hand turned into a claw, and the enhanced muscle tissue spreads across the ravaged body.

The swelling muscles were wet and red, and finally formed a hard black carapace.

What once was the helmsman is now nothing more than a pipe that twists itself into a shape, and its growth grows exponentially until it has to squat down to stretch in the room.

Soon, a horn grew on a ball-shaped head, and the eyes blinked maliciously like an asphalt pit, while a slit passed through the almost characteristic head, like a wound cut by a surgeon's scalpel, a large mouth opened, revealing rows of razor-like teeth, and claws like long-handled and scythe-like arms scraped across the floor.

Behind it, a long, muscular tail sticks out from its back.

This is a monster composed of spine bound and twisted by vine-like muscles.

"It's indeed a coward. You sent a servant to die..."

The gray knight looked up at the towering monster in front of him.

The flesh-and-blood demon stared at the gray knight, surrounded by evil halos.

"Although I just had enough."

The thing giggled, bleeding from his mouth, because his mouth was twisted and deformed and speechless.

“But there is always more room.”

Just talking about a few words, Jikfried could judge that this beast devoured the soul to accumulate strength and seduce others to make people crazy. This is a very common method for most demons, but the demon in front of him had a trace of the behavioral characteristics of the Tsengqi Demon. Considering that the Tsengqi Demon is very good at disguising himself as other demons, he had reason to suspect that this was also a disguised Tsengqi Demon.

Since I saw the enemy, the Grey Knight no longer talks nonsense, with both hands

Waving the long sword, a crackling halo of flame formed an arc on it.

The same flames surrounded him, illuminating his silver armor with golden light.

“Then the feeding time is over.”

The long sword was swung out, the demon howled, the soul burst out with the flames of faith, and the tide of evil also surged out of the hideous mouth. Justice and evil collided violently at this moment.

"Uhhhh!"

In the hatred, Tubaker suddenly screamed and leaned back.

Garmozeje (Salperdon), who was commanding on the bridge, turned around, glanced at the Thousand Son Wizard, and asked plainly:

"It's okay."

"Well, brother, can't you show more care?"

Tubaker sat up from the ground and rubbed his face painfully with his palms. A blood mark appeared on his eyebrows, and a crystal bead of blood was dripping.

"I said, there will be no good results when you go to trouble the Gray Knight now."

"Haha, it's mainly because the demons are too difficult to control. If I had the demonic knowledge of that guy Kayang, I would have already pinched that man's slutty bastard to death."

"There is no need to create trouble."

Garmozejie withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the strategic view. The red dots representing the empire are rapidly devouring the yellow dots representing the Chaos Fleet.

"It seems that this battle has ended here, and it will be meaningless to continue to fight."

Tubaker had already stood up, walked to him and smiled:

"It's enough. You threw all the thorns sent by Huron on the Imperial flagship and solved them for the Dark Angel. If you don't deal with those guys (Qianzi) with me, you must have been killed in the asteroid. We have all solved our worries, and there is nothing to look forward to."

"Is it solved..."

Garmozejie stared at the observation window. The battleship that was shining with light not far away was their flagship.

“Yes, it will be resolved.”

After whispering for a moment, he raised his head.
Chapter completed!