The speedboat cut through the sea, carrying the nine members of the Hunter Group. Doyle was at the helm, unwilling to let his subordinates come alone.
Most of the nine members of the Hunter Group were resting with their eyes closed, while one or two were composing text messages, which could also be considered farewell letters and wills.
Lu Ze'er put down his phone and glanced at Susan. He could feel her nervousness and fear. It seemed the battle four years ago had left a lingering shadow on her.
"You're very nervous," Lu Ze'er asked.
Susan first looked at her teammates, then paused and nodded without reservation, saying, "After all, we're facing that kind of monster."
Lu Ze'er was momentarily stunned, then his expression softened, and he smiled, saying, "Facing that... monster?"
Lu Ze'er felt a pang of melancholy and looked up at the sky. That kind of monster?
Heh...
"Ms. Susan, in the eyes of others, we are also monsters. Whether it's a Level 1 or a Special Grade demon, as long as our Hunter Group is dispatched, we'll deal with them cleanly. At first, it was Level 2 demons, which we could always instantly kill. Then it was Level 1 demons, which took some effort but could still be killed. But when we encountered Special Grade demons, we not only got injured but also faced the danger of being killed.
Tell me, when did we become the kind of human monsters who can fight against Special Grade demons?"
Susan looked at Lu Ze'er, this big black man, not understanding what he was saying had to do with her worries.
Lu Ze'er grinned at Susan, revealing a row of big white teeth, and chuckled, "Captain Shang Jun said that in this operation, most of us will die on that man-eating island, but you will survive, inherit the will of the Vice-Captain and Captain Shang Jun to kill gods, and re-organize the Hunters."
Susan froze, her pupils constricting, and she looked at Shang Jun in shock.
Shang Jun was resting with his eyes closed and paid no attention to the topic they were discussing.
Lu Ze'er gave Jiang Zhong a look. Jiang Zhong silently took out a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and threw them to him. Lu Ze'er first took a sip of water, then took large bites of bread.
He leaned back on the speedboat, looking quite relaxed.
"Budonat is my hometown, a small village with just over 200 people. Every day, we had to leave home before dawn and walk 9 kilometers to fetch water. Once a week, we would go to the market 55 kilometers away to exchange the mats and leg wraps we made for some salt.
It wasn't until I was 34 years old that I drank my first sip of clean water without impurities and learned that there was something called bread, a so-called food for humans."
Lu Ze'er finished the water in the bottle, carefully put the bottle back into his bag, and then extended his hand. A huge, pitch-black iron bow suddenly appeared in his hand.
He held up the iron bow, looked at everyone, and grinned, "When the monsters among humans encounter the so-called gods of this world, what kind of sparks will collide between humans and gods?"
Jiang Zhong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I don't know what kind of sparks, but I know you'll be instantly killed."
Lu Ze'er, his mood disturbed, snorted, "Fuck you, Jiang Zhong."
"Fuck you!" Jiang Zhong retorted unceremoniously.
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you, you old hag!"
"You bastard Jiang Zhong, when you charge, don't expect me to support you with arrows. Even if I shoot in your direction, it will be at your damn perky ass."
"Thank you for liking my perky ass. I also like your big white teeth. Honestly, before you die, can you break off your big white teeth and give them to us? I want to carve two sets of mahjong."
"Fuck!"
"Heh heh..."
...
The azure sky gradually disappeared, replaced by a layer of hazy mist. The fishing boat had changed course. He Li, sitting on top of Xiao Lan's head on the cabin roof, leaped into the mist and headed for Death Island.
Xiao Lan could see through illusions, so the mist surrounding Death Island was nothing to it.
The mist grew thicker, and the wind carried water droplets, brushing against He Li's hair and cheeks. His body swayed slightly. He Li sat cross-legged, a long saber resting on his knees.
He propped his chin on his hand, gazing into the mist, his eyes unfocused.
Ahead lay Death Island, the resting place of the Death God Eggfen. He Li could almost foresee how fierce the battle would be once this mist cleared.
He Li was lost in thought,
The four secrets to staying happy: Don't care, it's unnecessary, whatever you want, no morals;
The four secrets to having freedom: Have money to spend, no worries, don't pick up, dare to let go.
He Li placed one hand on the hilt of his saber and the other gently stroked the gleaming blade. He narrowed his eyes and said, "In short, winning is all that matters, right, Xiao Lan."
"Woof..."
"Heh heh..."
He Li grinned, "You think so too? It seems we've reached an agreement."
Xiao Lan carried He Li out of the mist, and what greeted them was a very desolate rocky island. There were no tall trees, only fine sand all around. When the waves surged, sharp reefs were exposed. The entire Death Island looked like a long banana, a small island likely formed by sandy deposits.
In the center of the island, there were only grass and shrubs, followed by fine sand.
Xiao Lan carried He Li and hovered in the air, looking down.
He Li frowned. He noticed that the island was moving, drifting eastward, albeit very slowly. The island seemed like a living island. The huge crescent-shaped island had hundreds of shipwrecks and thousands of skeletons on the seabed surrounding it.
Death Island exuded an ominous aura.
At this moment, Xiao Yue appeared beside He Li. He also leaned forward to look down, and at the same time, his念力和精神力 extended out, covering the entire island.
After a moment,
Xiao Yue said to He Li, "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear?"
He Li pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll hear the good news first."
Xiao Yue said, "The good news is, this is indeed the sleeping place of the Death God Eggfen. He is in the deep sea six hundred meters below the heart of the island."
He Li raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's the bad news?"
Xiao Yue shrugged and said, "The bad news is, he's already awake."
He Li nodded, gave Xiao Yue a thumbs-up, and then patted Xiao Lan's head.
"Xiao Lan, retreat!"
Xiao Lan turned around without hesitation.
"It's too late. Those Hunter Group members have already arrived, just to the east. Not only them, but there's also a group of people to the south, likely the Z Church you mentioned. And outside the mist to the north, four guys have also arrived, two of whom you know very well," Xiao Yue said.
He Li rolled his eyes. Can't you just say everything at once?
"Xiao Lan, let's hide behind the sand dunes to the southwest."
"Woof woof..."
Xiao Lan carried He Li towards the sand dunes to the southwest.
At the same time,
Outside the mist,
Shang Jun held the Eye of the Death God in one hand and took another Eye of the Death God from Susan. He took a deep breath, glanced at the surrounding team members, and his gaze became sharp.
Then,
He tossed the two Eyes of the Death God into the mist...
...