I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 515 - 302: Allow Me to Kiss the Back of Your Foot (Triple Combo)

"Damn, there’s still..."

"It seems this Faith spirit must have had some incredible opportunity..."

Desire Curse took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and vague unease in his heart.

He was somewhat surprised, but that’s just how it was.

Those Black Tide Monsters were indeed quite difficult to deal with, but he still had many tricks up his sleeve!

It’s just a fierce battle, after all; he still had his cards to play!

However, a terrified voice coming from behind made his pupils shrink suddenly.

"Lord Divine Favor... behind... behind there’s more!!!"

Bishop Kizi was scared to the extreme, looking at the pitch-black darkness behind him, his heart filled with fear.

Ninety percent of their combat power on this mission was with Desire Curse.

As for the rest, they were actually meant to take over Scot Island and prepare some groundwork.

They never even considered the possibility that Desire Curse might lose!

But now, it seemed there was a vague possibility...

"Damn it, how could this be?"

Desire Curse’s heart suddenly tightened.

As the Divine Favor of the Kizi God, he was very familiar with Faith spirits.

Therefore, he could gauge the current offensive in his heart.

Ordinary Angel Tier creatures could only withstand the previous offensive once.

After all, those Black Tide Monsters capable of harming him were truly Angel Tier.

And summoning these monsters required consuming power.

A mere Angel Tier Faith spirit, even with the faith from the Scot Region, how much power could it possibly have left?

But... the Black Tide Secret Society, right under his nose, pulled out another even stronger Black Tide Fleet... and from both front and rear!

If there was only one fleet, he could understand; after all, having some opportunities on the sea was within normal bounds.

But two fleets...

Where did he get such a surplus of Power of Faith?

Such power, if not fake, had already posed a threat to his life!

At this moment, Desire Curse couldn’t help but feel a sliver of emotion called "fear," and had the urge to flee this place.

This realization made him feel shocked.

"Fear"? How could I possibly feel "fear"? I am the Divine Favor!

"Roar—"

Desire Curse let out an angry roar.

Then, his body suddenly leapt sideways.

This was obviously not toward the direction of the Black Tide Fleet.

"The Divine Favor is running away!"

The believers of Kizi at the back shouted in terror.

Upon seeing this, they couldn’t help but feel afraid too, hastily and blindly controlling their ships, beginning to flee.

But soon, they were devoured by the Black Tide.

"Ah!" "Help!" "No!!!"

Screams and wails, ships sinking, masts breaking, these sounds intermingled and carried over to Desire Curse.

Yet he showed no reaction, single-mindedly focused on running away.

He had no time to care for those cannon-fodder ants.

"Such power, I can’t withstand it!"

"I don’t plan on throwing my life away here!"

"That damned Saintess Kizi, she must have known the details and intentionally sent me here!"

"This Master of the Black Tide... who exactly is he!"

Many thoughts flashed through Desire Curse’s mind.

But mostly it was fear.

He no longer displayed his previous confident demeanor, now fleeing in a panic like a stray dog.

He hadn’t noticed at all.

His body was continuously emitting strands of black mist, heading toward the Black Tide.

This was his fear.

The stronger the fear, the stronger the Black Tide.

But, as he was making a desperate dash, a monstrous roar from ahead made his heart suddenly stop, as if seized by an invisible giant hand!

"Damn it..."

Desire Curse stopped in his tracks, murmuring to himself.

In front of him appeared pitch-black darkness.

Black mist surging forward with the Black Tide!

Simultaneously, a roar came from behind, making Desire Curse feel "despair."

From all sides, front and back, left and right...

Wherever he looked, there was the Black Tide!

He was entirely enveloped and surrounded by the Black Tide!

In such a situation, Desire Curse’s heartbeat accelerated, the mist of his desire-induced sickness erupting uncontrollably.

"No..."

"No matter how strong you are, you can’t possibly be a demigod, otherwise it wouldn’t be necessary to go to such lengths!"

Desire Curse forcibly suppressed the growing fear in his heart.

Despite the terrifying circumstances, victory wasn’t entirely out of reach.

As he thought, if the Master of the Black Tide were truly as strong as a demigod, why is he playing this long game with him?

For what purpose?

So he must merely be an Angel Creature with strange means, and if he fought desperately, there might be a slim chance of survival!

As he prepared to muster the power for a desperate struggle.

A terrifying force descended from above.

Bang—

Desire Curse hadn’t even reacted before he was forcibly pinned to the ground by this immense might, his inner power seemingly frozen, unable to use.

His body lay prostrate on the pus-filled path he had created, his eyes filled with endless shock and fear!

This is... Demigod Tier power!

I’m facing a demigod!

Desire Curse’s pupils shrank dramatically, his mind almost blank.

Crack crunch...

However, the Tier pressure didn’t stop there.

The terrifying force almost manifested tangibly; he was like a watermelon under a hydraulic press, body starting to rupture, blood splattering.

"Ah—"

Desire Curse let out an extremely painful scream.

After being suppressed to the ground.

A dense black mist slowly descended from the sky, appearing before him.

Rogel, whose form was composed of black mist, and Sharo stood side by side, looking down at Desire Curse in front of them.