Sarah turned her head to one side, and the abnormal movements in the corridor attracted her attention. She thought it was someone who made the news.

The fire spread out from the first room, and the tongue of flames rose high, licking the ceiling of the corridor, spreading towards this side.

The undead, fearing flames, rushed out of the burning door frame one after another, and hit the door opposite the door with force. The dull sound of impact echoed in the corridor.

The wooden board became rotten and fragile under the touch of the undead. Several men jointly pressed their backs up against the door, trying to resist the invasion of the undead. However, the wooden door had been concave and the door panel had been separated from the door frame.

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

Click—

A creepy sounded, the claws of the undead pierced the door panel, and pieces of broken wood flew everywhere.

A man was caught in the back of his heart and screamed in despair and was pulled into the thick fog outside the door. Another person reached out to pull him, but his whole arm was pulled down and blood sprayed all over the ground.

The man was pressed on the ground by the undead and could not resist. Several familiar pale faces suddenly squeezed him into his horrified eyes, opened his mouth and swallowed his vitality.

The white smoke of the soul was pulled out from the seven orifices. The undead acted like a group of smoke addicts who were swallowing clouds and spitting mist, but their behavior was even more violent and weird... Or rather, they were like a group of drowning and suffocating people, and the fresh soul was like a gas tank filled with oxygen, making them crazy.

Two people were damaged in a moment, and the people inside finally couldn't withstand the pressure. The door exploded inward, and the undead rushed into the room, and then screamed 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 then joined the fanatical hunting army.

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

Now, the undead has begun to fight with her. Even though she knows that there are more traps waiting for her, she has to speed up her pace.

The severe pain at the shot was suppressed. There was no movement outside the door for a long time. The thug inside the door finally couldn't sit still. Footsteps came one after another. They were going to come out to investigate the situation and rushed towards the door before the undead attacked.

She looked at her fingers, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth covered by her helmet.

Then she snapped her fingers into the door, like an electric spark igniting a whole box of gunpowder. The instantaneous strong light and loud noise made people suspect that the Leviathan had been wiped out by the entire ship.

The thugs all covered their eyes and curled up, as if this could alleviate the remaining strong light in front of them at that moment, but only tears could not stop overflowing.

Sarah got up and shot, each bullet injected her rage, piercing through their sinful bodies, leaving behind a charred gun hole, and then strides towards the next door.

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

Each room is like a fortress. If you don’t open the door, you will never know how many guns are holding you inside.

She opened several gun holes in a door and was immediately suppressed by fierce gun fire. She chose to lower her body and walk towards the next room. The black fog was everywhere and began to drill into the room along the gun hole.

In front of another door, some people didn't want to sit and wait for death, pushed the door and left the station and stood in the corridor, firing a shot at Sarah.

But the shot went wrong. Sarah reacted and took out a shot to fix him, then threw the body into the door, then closed it while the chaos was in the air, and took the thick and hard oak door latch from the other room to jamm it.

Just wait for the dead to resurrection and the whole room will become a burial site.

She had no time to wait, and a giant beast with lion head ran in from the direction of the cannon cabin, covered in scales, and its huge figure almost filled the corridor.

The lion-headed monster rushed forward, and the heavy hammer at the tail could easily break the closed portal.

Sarah ran forward and rushed straight to the innermost room.

The door was not locked, and she easily entered the deepest room of the Leviathan.

This is a utility room, with wooden barrels of various sizes placed around the room, as well as various tools, cables, and things on the boat...

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

There was an oil lamp on the back of a throne back pieced together with wooden canvas and cannon seats. The dim light reflected a tall figure wearing a red cloak on the throne, staring at the visitor without fear. His eyes were exactly the same as the demon who shot her parents back then.

Ten years have passed, and although his face is full of deep wrinkles, his energy is at its peak. He rolled up his sleeves, his neck and shoulders are as thick as a bull, and his beer belly has also shrunk due to days of exercise. One arm was replaced with an iron-cast prosthetic limb, which looks equally powerful.

"Captain Doom, don't be fine."

Planck stood up from his chair like a giant statue rising from the abyss.

"It seems that you have been waiting here for a long time. By chance, I have been waiting for this day for a long time." Sarah opened her helmet, stared at him intently, and covered the door behind her with one hand, isolated the shaking corridor.

...

Thresh's voice was like someone breathing coldly behind her neck. Sena's breathing became rapid in an instant, as if her lungs were held in her hands by cold claws. Every breath was mixed with Frelljord's frost.

She immediately raised the holy stone pistol, rubbed the brass component with her fingerprints, aiming at the undead who was shaking the lantern and hook sickle. It was the embodiment of cruelty and ruthlessness, the opposite of human nature.

Senna was a little worried, and Lucian pulled the gun a little slower.

Threstone floated up from the foggy river surface, so it did not make a sound of iron chains mopping the floor.

This way of appearance was somewhat beyond Lucian's expectations. Although he had a premonition that he would encounter it again, when Thresh actually arrived, he still felt his mouth dry and sweat wet his palms.

He began to repeat the spell of purification, and for the next battle, he had to be as firm as iron.

The airtight black fog began to change, circling around them, and made a whirring sound through the doors and windows.

A team of screaming evil spirits surged out of it, waving the sword blade of the shadow, spreading their sharp teeth and rushing towards him.

Lucian and Senna looked at each other and entrusted their backs to each other. The muzzle shot out clean lights, killing all the cursed evil spirits.

Amid the wailing of countless souls, a laugh was surprisingly harsh.

The sound came from Thresh. He was pointed at by two guns and laughed without fear.

Just as Lucian couldn't help but want to shoot, the black mist at his feet dispersed, and a young woman was trampled by him, and most of her body was immersed in the cold river, leaving only a disheveled head floating on the water, and her terrified face made a lip chewing for help.
Chapter completed!