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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Innuendo, Dead Bones Grow, Hell's Gate Opens

Maybe it was because the waves were too intense, or maybe it was because too much time had passed.

Michael Zayne dug through the huge and heavy wall of water. When he emerged from the dark and turbulent waves, he could only vaguely see the blurry silhouette of the freighter.

It was pitch black all around, and the dim lights of the freighter showed him the direction.

A huge wave rolled in, and Michael Zayne took advantage of the momentum to jump onto the crest of the wave. The whole person was surrounded by white foam, and he ran on the waves at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

His footsteps scraped the surface of the water, as if he had wings on his ribs. He was a little clumsy at first, but he soon adapted to it. The whistling sea breeze and heavy waves were smashed one after another in his charge, making a constant roar, like the roar of a huge sea beast.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he had already approached the stern of the freighter, and the force of his forward movement suddenly changed into an upward force.

He jumped dozens of meters high and rushed down in a straight line from mid-air. When he was about to touch the bridge of the freighter, he suddenly pulled out a long and narrow black blade and spun it forward violently.

Snap!

A big hole was broken in the sturdy bridge tower, and the violent wind and rain rushed in impatiently.

Suddenly, shouting and cursing were heard in the cabin.

"What's going on?"

"Why is the cabin cracked?"

"You bunch of pigs, find a way to fix it..."

The quarrel among the Hagui people suddenly stopped, and they all stared at the figure that came with the wind and rain.

"I'm back again!"

Staring at the group of guys indifferently, Michael Zayne placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, and slowly stroked the blade with two fingers.

A strange aura spread from his fingers, wrapped around the narrow straight-blade black knife, and transformed into a layer of mysterious patterns like a mandala flower.

"You're such a ghost kid!"

"Catch him!"

"Boy, I'm going to suck your blood!"

Almost scared by a "magic trick", the usually ferocious Hagui people couldn't help but feel angry and embarrassed.

Especially the only vampire.

He was a black vampire, his ugly face covered in scars becoming more and more distorted due to anger. His short hair shaved into a skull shape and the hollow depressions under his cheekbones made him look like an absolute monster.

At the moment, his dark face had a ferocious look like a vulture, his scarlet eyes flashed with anger, his broken upper lip curled up, revealing long fangs, as sharp as a tiger's teeth.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped over a distance of more than ten meters, like a hunting cheetah, pressing down from the air, his bloodstained fists smashed down fiercely and fiercely.

Michael Zayne remained calm and just raised his Zanpakutō.

A large amount of scorching air flow gushed out from the blade and gathered into an air wall in front of him.

Sizzle!!

The vampire, like a vicious vulture, crashed into the boiling air wall, instantly stirring up a violent cloud of steam.

The seemingly light and thin air wall is unexpectedly tough.

Michael Zayne raised the corner of his mouth slightly, suddenly turned around, and swung the knife without reservation.

In an instant, it was as if a black mandala bloomed.

Without any warning, the black man suddenly emitted a white light all over his body, which became more and more dazzling.

His entire body began to shake violently, and then with a loud bang, it broke into thousands of glowing fragments.

A violent storm swirled in the air, instantly dispelling the debris.

Vampires have terrifyingly strong vitality. Even if they are torn into pieces, they can still heal by sucking blood. However, Zanpakutō cuts both the body and the soul. A body without a soul will naturally dissipate.

"Fire!!"

"Fire!!!"

The master suddenly turned into ashes. The group of Hagui people were stunned for a moment before they raised their guns in horror.

But it was too late.

Michael Zayne's face was as calm as water. He swung his sword lightly. The incandescent sword pressure, with a burning fighting spirit, cut the nearest few Hagui people and the guns in their hands into two pieces at lightning speed.

"The game... begins!"

boom!!

He stepped on the ground with his right foot and his figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already next to another group of Hagui people who came to support him.

clang!

The Zanpakutō pierced out, and the sword pressure exploded. Within a radius of several feet, whether it was a vampire or a demon, they were all cut into pieces.

Countless pieces of limbs and flesh flew all over the sky, swept by the howling wind, smashing the nearby tempered glass into pieces and being blown away by the sea breeze like stardust.

Michael Zayne had never learned fighting skills, and the time of his Zanpakutō Awakening was too short to teach him any skills, but the power and speed granted by his spiritual pressure alone were enough to give him a crushing physique.

When an elephant crushes an ant to death, does it need any skills?

Michael Zayne's expression was filled with a kind of depressed and cold arrogance, like a cold fire in the ice. He moved as fast as a ghost, chopping up the damn guys one by one, venting his anger and...fear without any scruples!

The confusion about the future and the fear of death will not disappear because of plug-ins.

He needs to vent!

charge.

Swing the knife.

charge.

Swing the knife.

At some point, he had already fought his way from the cockpit to the bottom floor of the bridge.

Dead vampires will disappear, but the Hagui people will not. Their broken limbs, scarlet blood, and crushed flesh cover the wide and narrow corridors of the bridge.

The bridge is the center of work and life for the entire ship. The top floor is the driving platform, chart room, telegraph room, etc. The area below the driving platform is where the crew lives, rests, and entertains.

All the captured people were detained in containers. Those who moved inside the bridge were either vampires or members of the Hagui tribe, so Michael Zayne didn't have to worry about killing the wrong people.

The Zanpakutō pierced the vampire's chest, and the body disappeared in an explosion and flash of light.

Michael Zayne stood up from the red ground, his face, hands, and legs stained with the blood of the Hagui people. His tyrannical aura was like a layer of shimmering mist, swaying the mottled lights in the bridge building, setting off his figure like a ghost.

A strange, damp heat surged in his temples, and fatigue emerged from the heat and cold, drowning out the sense of detachment.

His spiritual pressure is too low.

Even if he only half-released his Zanpakutō, the spiritual pressure consumed by Michael Zayne was still terrifying.

"Fortunately, there's only one left..."

Michael Zayne took a deep breath, his tired eyes turned, locking onto the frightened figure in the storm.

This beautiful vampire with a cold temperament no longer had the elegance and arrogance she had before. Her slender eyes trembled violently, and her slender and tall body pressed against the side of the ship, just like Michael Zayne before.

But compared to Michael Zayne's cold indifference, she was more like a frightened cat. Her slender body bent slightly, and her thin lips opened, revealing her sharp white blood-sucking fangs: "Are you a Mutant?"

Michael Zayne frowned slightly.

This is the chaotic world of American comics, where there is a group called Mutants, but he is obviously not one of them.

Seeing his cold expression, the female vampire hurriedly said, "I think this is a misunderstanding. The Hesenberg family and the Hellfire Club have a deep friendship. We didn't know you were a Mutant, otherwise..."

"I'm not a Mutant, so... you can go to hell!"

Michael Zayne didn't intend to waste time talking to her, and the thick spiritual pressure danced like a strong wind.

"Innuendo breeds dry bones, and the gates of hell open."

As he spoke indifferently, the narrow Zanpakutō extended a little further, and the gorgeous mandala pattern on the surface of the blade quickly changed from a mysterious black and purple to a faint azure blue.

This is the real half-start solution!

End of the chapter.

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