Comic: Invincible from the Great Voyage
49 Death Warrior

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Blood covered Nero's eyes through the wound on her forehead, and the world turned red.

At such a close distance, Nero couldn't move the iron pipe anymore.

He loosened his fingers and the cold iron pipe fell to the ground.

Then, he clenched his fist tightly like a tough rock.

He waved it fiercely, even creating a cyclone in the surroundings, and even the air was slightly distorted.

Nero's power quickly gathered and condensed into a point on her fist.

The moment it came into contact with the shadow, it was like a volcano that had suddenly erupted, pouring out the power that it had accumulated for a long time!

"Battle might!"

Last time, Nero had used the iron pipe to deal with Myna.

However, with the strengthening of Bodywork and the support of precise control, this punch erupted with unprecedented terrifying power!

Damn it…

This was the first thought that came to the shadow's mind. Then, Nero's fist grew bigger and bigger.

"Boom!"

Terrifying airwaves exploded from Nero's body, causing the entire ship to tremble slightly.

The shadow was like a cannonball that was sent flying.

It smashed into the cabin with a bang.

A huge hole appeared in the luxurious cabin.

Smoke and dust flew into the air.

For a moment, the soldiers in the cabin who were about to come out to support were dumbfounded and looked at each other.

"The one who flew over just now…Is it Lord Shadow?"

A soldier looked at Nero who was rubbing her wrist and asked in disbelief.

"It seems so."

These soldiers seemed to have lost their souls.

As the King's personal guards, who didn't know how ruthless this Lord Shadow was?

However, no one had ever complained.

The reason was that his strength was already strong enough to suppress all those who were unconvinced.

But now, he was sent flying by an unknown kid?

The soldiers couldn't accept this for a moment.

"You're next, you little bastard.”

Nero struggled to pull her legs out of the pit.

Leaping up lightly, he arrived in front of Prince Cole, who had lost his soul.

She looked at him coldly.

"No, you can't kill me. I'm a prince!”

Prince Cole was no longer as eager as before.

He sat on the deck with a terrified expression.

Looking at Nero's approaching figure, he stepped back in fear.

"Yes, I'm a prince. You can't kill me!”

Cole seemed to have grabbed onto the last straw. In the end, he kept shouting,

"I'm a prince, you can't kill me!”

Streams of yellow liquid flowed out from Cole's body. The smell of urine made Nero frown impatiently.

" Prince, huh? You really have no backbone."

Nero shook her head and waved the iron pipe in her hand to kill him directly.

Nero twirled the iron pipe in her hand, then turned around and stared at the remaining soldiers who were hesitating.

Blood stains were left on Nero's face, making him look especially ferocious.

Especially after he had dealt with a royal family without even blinking his eyes.

These guys should still be able to provide 1% of the contribution points.

While the soldiers were trying to overcome their fear, Nero had already started to convert these guys into experience points needed to improve their physique.

"What happened?"

A loud roar came from the cabin, attracting Nero's attention.

The camera shifted to the cabin. The fat and greasy king was squatting next to the heavily injured shadow, his expression a little ugly.

He originally wanted to see why he had not been able to catch the intruder in front of him after so long, but he did not expect it to be this scene.

"Where are the criminals?"

King Waiter's voice suddenly lowered. The atmosphere at the scene told him that the situation was not good.

The shadow was already the strongest guard under his command, but he had already fallen here. The outcome of the battle was already very obvious.

"Your Majesty, how are you?"

Nero slowly walked into the cabin and greeted the fat king.

However, his eyes were filled with ridicule, and there was not a trace of a smile.

Every step Nero took, the guards around him would step back and even make way for him.

"You... What do you want?"

Waters let out a long sigh. He didn't make a fool of himself like his son.

He knew that these soldiers were no longer reliable. The only thing that could save his life now was his own value.

"I can give you as much money as you want.”

"100 million Bailey, 500 million Bailey, 1 billion Bailey, I can give it to you!”

Waits stared at Nero as if he wanted to see her desire for money.

"As expected of the king, giving one billion Bailey just like that.”

The teasing look in Nero's eyes became even stronger.

Witnessing this, Waters and the surrounding soldiers were all shocked.

It was as if there was a ferocious beast hidden in this human body.

"Everything was done by this fellow. I can give him to you! You can make him a slave and torture him however you want!”

Waiter finally started to panic.

He pushed the shadow behind him, whose life and death were unknown, and his voice already carried a hint of pleading.

The shadow behind him was not dead yet. It was half-raising its eyes.

After hearing this, his originally dull eyes became even more dull.

As Nero expected, he lost his defensive ability while gaining terrifying speed. He was more like an assassin.

He was invincible against enemies who were not as fast as him, but once his movements were restricted, he would be easily injured.

"What a pity. I want your life!”

Nero retracted her gaze and quickly put away her playful look.

His figure flashed, leaving behind a swirling air current.

Before all the soldiers could react, he suddenly appeared in front of the king and smashed his staff down on his head.

No one had expected Nero to make a move, but even if they did, no one could stop her.

"No…"

Nero didn't give this disgusting king a chance to finish his sentence.

A group of them directly cut off their vitality, leaving only a little blood on the shadow behind him.

However, the shadow seemed to have lost all consciousness.

His eyes were also wide open without any focus. After the death of his nominal master, he had lost all his motivation.

I don't even know the meaning of my life

This was the sorrow of every death warrior.

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