Chapter 725: Chapter 14 The Suffering of Jesus Chapter 725: Chapter 14 The Suffering of Jesus Ruchika sprinted to the edge of the deck and pulled out a green, round-bottomed flask from her embrace, hurling it straight into the sea. As the flask hit the water with a muffled thud, a green halo bloomed on the pitch-black sea surface, then rapidly spread outward.

Having witnessed all this, Ruchika breathed a sigh of relief and turned away.

A Ghost Horn Anglerfish was the first to detect the scent of the potion, swimming up to the flask and swallowing it whole. But immediately, a much larger Dragon Mane Jellyfish, with a touch of its tentacles, sliced the anglerfish in half. The blood and potion mixed together and surged into the bell of the jellyfish. In the distance, a pack of R’lyeh Water Tigers assembled, charging menacingly towards the Dragon Mane Jellyfish…

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The words “Jesus” had barely left Saint Watson’s lips when Li Yan made his move, and the world in his eyes instantly turned into monochrome, with only the lines that constituted Saint Watson wrapped in intense luminescence…

The Dragon Son Great Spear smashed down. Saint Watson’s left hand visibly swelled and twisted, morphing into a massive, nearly one-meter long crab claw, which met the spear blade. The two clashed, emitting a fierce grinding noise,
The Dragon Son Great Spear came to a halt, mere inches from Saint Watson’s face. Li Yan’s expressionless face strained as he twisted the spear, and the Dragon Son Devouring Blade traced a sharp curve, piercing through his opponent’s shoulder with clean penetration.

“Aaaah!”

Saint Watson howled in pain, his throat and even the small tongue inside it visible, as “Caesar” propelled him backwards. The great spear pursued him like a relentless maggot, with hardened limbs clashing violently against it. The air was ripped apart, and due to the immense pressure of the aftermath, the ironclad warship stirred up vast ripples on the sea.

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Ruchika clasped her hands in front of the two tattered skeletons wearing sailor uniforms, whispering a prayer before stepping over them into the lower hold. Following her included a giant Sen Python measuring tens of meters, a glossy Macaw Parrot, and a tortoise as large as a millstone with a blue-faced monkey scratching its ears and cheeks on its shell.

The “Jenny” that Saint Watson spoke of was a fully enclosed mini-submarine, approximately eight meters long, painted yellow, and shaped like a skinned pineapple with the faded emblem of Helun Shipyard.

Ruchika climbed to the sub’s top hatch, twisting aside the iron disk to reveal a number dial that resembled an old-fashioned rotary phone. She spun it a few times, and the hatch obligingly opened.

“Quick, quick.”

Ruchika beckoned the animals of various sizes into the cabin. Then she crawled in herself and casually closed the hatch behind her.

The interior of the submarine was fully equipped, with the most noticeable feature being a large pink brain soaking inside a glass vessel in the middle of the cabin.

Ruchika yanked four magnetic poles from the control panel and whistled. The Macaw Parrot flew to her side in response.

“It’s all on you now, Jenny.”

With that, Ruchika stuck the magnets to the parrot’s head and wings, then forcefully pressed the most conspicuous red button on the control panel.

Gurgle, gurgle~
Fine bubbles started rising from the glass vessel soaking the brain.

“Surprise, motherfucker!”

The Macaw Parrot stretched its wings, screeching in a sharp, human-like voice.

Deep red flames erupted from the bottom of Jenny, propelling her past the bottom of the ironclad warship and into the sea, speeding off into the distance.

Inside the warm, moist, sealed space, Ruchika felt somewhat at ease. She glanced out the porthole, just in time to witness a Dragon Mane Jellyfish stretching its limbs in the water.

Involuntarily drawn to the sight, Ruchika walked up to the window, pressing her hands against the glass, admiring the magnificent Water Lord Species up close.

“Wow~”
Was this the creature summoned by that pirate?

But soon, Ruchika realized something was off.

“Wait, Jinjin, we’re getting further and further from the ‘Glasgow’! Mr. Watson is still on board!”

Ruchika turned her head and questioned the parrot.

“Relax, kiddo.”

The parrot on the left crossed its wings, akin to a seasoned sailor tucking their arms onto their shoulders.

“I, of course, know what I’m doing better than you do, kiddo. Moving away from the ‘Glasgow’, that’s exactly the father’s order. What he told you to put into the sea water wasn’t some lousy hormone, but Jesus, an endangered fish lure, fatally attractive to any marine creature.”

“What good is that?”

“Who knows?”

The parrot shrugged its wings with an almost humanlike gesture.

Ruchika was both shocked and doubtful. Mr. Watson had issued orders for Jinjin to move away from the ‘Glasgow’. For a moment, the thought that Mr. Watson was ready to sacrifice himself and perish together with that Far Eastern pirate surfaced in Ruchika’s mind, but was immediately dismissed–it was not Mr. Watson’s style.

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A series of continuous air-bursting noises ended with a teeth-grating sound of friction.

Mr. Watson’s right arm was fissured, and the rifle in his left hand was smashed; the Dragon Son Great Spear penetrated his ribcage, almost touching his heart as it protruded from his back.

Caesar was defeated.

Cough cough~
Mr. Watson spat several mouthfuls of blood with what remained of his lower jaw, staining Li Yan’s collar and jacket.

“Your Jesus can’t save you this time.”

Li Yan said coldly, feeling the strong pulsation from Mr. Watson’s chest through the spear. He even wondered if Mr. Watson’s heart would continue to beat bravely on its own, even if someone were to cut open his belly and remove his organs.

In the black and white field of vision, Mr. Watson’s lines had become intermittent, and with a mere flick, Li Yan could end his life.

Yang Sanjing’s Qilian Swordsmanship was the most topnotch technique of killing, its potency even moved the Jie Master of the Five Directions Elder. Since Li Yan had realized the path, Qilian Swordsmanship had never failed; whereas the ancient curse that Mr. Watson had suffered reportedly never dies or perishes. Even when reduced to ashes and bone, one could maintain a clear consciousness. As for whether Qilian Swordsmanship could truly break the curse and kill Mr. Watson in the true sense, only a trial would tell.

“Release the stuff on Andre, and I can spare you.”

Li Yan hadn’t made up his mind in that instant; Mr. Watson was undoubtedly the talent he urgently needed.

“Alright, I surrender,” Mr. Watson tilted his head: “Type XXVIII slowly dissolves when soaked in seawater, and beyond that, it has no weaknesses. Even if thrown into a thousand-degree steel melting furnace, it would remain intact. It can also perfectly block the scent of any living human.”

Li Yan casually pinned Mr. Watson to the deck and pulled up the mud cocoon wrapping Andre, tossing him into the sea; indeed, the pink mud visibly ‘thinned’.

“Five~ Four~”
Mr. Watson murmured weakly.

Li Yan turned his head, a warning sign flashing in his heart: “What are you counting down to?”

He didn’t wait for Mr. Watson’s response; a commotion among the Water Lord Species preempted in his mind.

The Water Lord Species were slaughtering each other.