The Legend of the Pirate Murloc

Chapter 144 [Ruthless Prada] (2.6k)

On the ground, many small stones began to jump, and the strong green grass was blown to the ground by the strong wind, as if surrendering to the emperor. The air around Searle was buzzing like a super-strong electric field, and several black and red arcs crackled and crackled. And fleeting.

Searle's expression became colder and colder, and there was no emotion in his eyes looking at Prada, as if Prada had been sentenced to death. Prada felt his throat was choked and it was difficult to breathe. In his eyes, Searle's oppressive force was infinitely magnified , pressing towards him like a mountain.

The dark clouds in the sky began to flow and rotate, forming a maelstrom of dark clouds, which made people feel depressing, mixed with dazzling purple-blue lightning and rumbling thunder.

The aura on Searle's body became stronger and stronger, the ground couldn't help cracking, and a circular black air wave gushed out, mixed with black and red thunder. That aura like an emperor made everyone's heart beat violently, and many people could no longer bear it , fell to his knees, panting heavily.

Such a domineering arrogance, even Drago's can't match it... The crow's heart was shaken. In front of Searle's arrogance, his body was almost unable to maintain it, and he was constantly breathing black mist. If Searle hadn't deliberately reduced the influence on them, I'm afraid the crow would have dissipated directly.

Can such a scene be created just by being angry... Kerla swallowed, with fear in her eyes, and goosebumps aroused on her body. In her eyes, Searle at this time has completely become A demon god walking in the world.

Searle opened his legs, smashed the thunder in front of him, and strode towards Prada.

"Prada, I'll give you a chance and let them go."

"Asshole, once I let them go, you bastard will definitely kill me."

"I think you have misunderstood something."

Searle grinned, and a thunder erupted, and the dazzling light made Searle's face pale, which made people feel frightened.

"No matter what, you have to die. It is nothing more than a painful death or an easy death. Now it seems that you chose the former."

Seeing Searle walking towards him step by step, Prada felt as if he was stepping on his heart.

"Don't come here!" Prada became emotional, and touched the trigger with his fingers. Just as he was about to pull the trigger to blow the head of the little mermaid girl, Prada suddenly found that his arm was out of control. Looking down, he found that his arm fell on the ground. On the ground, the sharp pain hit Prada's Tianling cover instantly.

"what--"

Prada howled in pain, blood was gushing from the severed arm, Prada hurriedly covered the wound with his left hand, but the blood still spurted out between his fingers.

"You... you bastard, what did you do!" Prada yelled in horror. He didn't see anything, and his arm was broken. What's going on?
Searle smiled, and blew on the fingertips that were still crackling and flickering with tiny black and red lightning, and the domineering arrogance covering them quietly dissipated.

Overlord color domineering - soul bullet!

Damn, he has a move that can kill me at any time... Prada's face is pale, and cold sweat is streaming down his forehead, what should I do... what should I do?
correct!I still have giants...

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept over, and the land in front of him cracked instantly. Prada hurriedly covered his forehead with his left hand, closed his eyes, and lowered his head. But the murlocs and mermaid slaves around him didn't have any influence, as if the gust of wind had eyes and deliberately avoided them.

Then, there was a sound of "da da da" like a heavy object falling on the ground, and the gust of wind had stopped whistling. Prada opened his eyes only to find that the scene had become a blood prison, and everywhere he could see were stumps. The arm was broken, and the blood flowed like a river.

His mutated giants had turned into broken corpses, scattered on the ground in bits and pieces, and no one was spared. A head of a mutated giant rolled in front of Prada, with its mouth open, as if crying about the suffering it had suffered .

"Ah——" Prada kicked that head away in fright, suddenly lost her center of gravity, and collapsed on the ground. The little mermaid girl took the opportunity to break free from the restraints, thinking of her father, she crawled over and lay on her father's chest, Howling.

Kerla, Crow and others in the distance witnessed the whole process.

"Such a strong swordsmanship..." Kerla murmured, swallowing at the same time, watching Searle slowly inserting his fangs back to his waist, and there was a huge wave in her heart. She didn't see Searle clearly at all. With the action, Kerla looked at Karas and asked:

"Karas, did you see Mr. Searle's attack clearly?"

No... The crow was silent for a while, and said: "See clearly, it is really a powerful and frightening swordsmanship. The drawing and chopping are really dazzling, natural, and smooth like flowing clouds and flowing water. Mr. Searle is a big Undoubtedly a swordsman."

"It's amazing, Karas, I didn't see it clearly." Kerla looked at Karas with admiration.

"Cough cough." The crow coughed, "It's okay, if you strengthen your training, you can do it in the future."

"Come back!" Prada yelled at the little mermaid girl, and hurriedly fell to the ground, ignoring the wound, picked up the pistol with her left hand, and then staggered towards the little mermaid girl, but didn't run a few steps , but suddenly fell to the ground.

Prada wanted to stand up, but found that his left hand had been broken and was placed in front of him, and his legs were also broken neatly from the knees, and they were spurting blood.

"You should just stay here." Searle blew off the purple-blue thunder around his fingertips, and then shouted at Kerla: "Anya, you carry that fat man on your back, and bring the revolutionary army and Slaves get out of here."

"I see." Ania walked towards Morrie, wrapped his hands around her shoulders, then supported Morrie to stand up, and walked towards the pothole.

Kerla glanced at Prada, and immediately understood that Prada suffered such a serious injury, that he might die soon. Once Prada died, the bomb buried somewhere would explode, and they would be in danger at that time.

Am I going to die? Prada twisted his waist and turned over, gasping for breath. The wound was still spurting blood, but he didn't feel any pain. He only felt that his body temperature was constantly losing and his body became cold.

Is this what it feels like before dying? Prada wanted to take out the cigar in his clothes, but found that his hand was gone, and smiled self-deprecatingly, and then, the laughter became louder and louder, and everyone was attracted by his laughter attention.

"What are you laughing at?" Searle walked up to Prada, his tall body completely enveloped Prada.

"Give me a cigar, and I'll tell you." Prada stopped laughing, and raised his chin, "It's in my pocket."

Searle squatted down and took out the cigar. The cigar, which was nearly two centimeters in diameter, was not much thicker than a toothpick in Searle's hand.

"Crack!" Searle's fingertips ignited a spark out of thin air, which was produced by the explosion of armed domineering aura. Since Searle learned the Giant God Soldier and the Dark Night Armor, the cognition and application of armed color domineering has reached a new level This kind of micro-manipulation is very easy for Searle, the key is to be very aggressive.

Searle inserted the cigar into Prada's mouth, facing the last request of a dying man, Searle was still very tolerant.

In fact, he was afraid that Prada would die now, so he stimulated Prada with a cigar to make him persist for a while. If the bomb went off now, [-]% of the people on this island would probably die.

Prada took a deep breath, and took a full centimeter out of the cigar before stopping. The strong nicotine stimulated Prada's brain, "Moensel, you just asked me what I was laughing at, right?"

Prada said to herself: "I'm laughing because...you're all going to die!"

After finishing speaking, Prada bit his back molars. Searle reacted quickly and took off Prada's chin, but it was still a step late. Prada should have swallowed poison, and the toxicity was very strong. The complexion on Prada's face Quickly turns purple.

"Pfft!" Prada spat out a big mouthful of black blood, and the blood sizzled and corroded as soon as it touched the ground.

"Hahahaha! Wake up! Urgador!" Prada endured the severe pain of burning his internal organs, looked at Searle, and laughed and burst into tears, "Moang Sel, you all have to come and accompany me !"

"Bastard!" Searle roared angrily, his domineering arrogance erupted, and he crushed all around. The purple-blue thunder blasted the ground, and his heart was so angry that he stomped Prada into blood and mud with one foot. out.

"Urgador...damn Prada!" Seir looked at the ground under his feet, his face became very ugly, and at the same time, a trace of fear grew in his heart.

Hell is coming!
(End of this chapter)