Fireworks in the night are like a flash in the pan, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
A faint white mist floats along with the sea water. Clinging to the dark green hull of the warship, it slowly climbed up as the water surged.
The sound seemed to have disappeared.
Grant looked around blankly.
The panicked soldiers passed by him, and what should have been heard was the rustling of uniforms and firearms, and the appearance of Lieutenant General Dauberman standing on the bow deck, shouting orders...
There was no sound at all.
"Heh, heh heh..."
He did not investigate why the sound disappeared, but instead lowered his head and smiled sadly.
"The silent world is so wonderful."
Grant found himself finding some solace in a world without a voice.
His expression was half-crying, half-laughing.
He walked towards the Lieutenant General with a slightly brisk pace.
The word justice on the general's cloak is extremely eye-catching.
And it just so happened that Grant couldn't wait to destroy something, make trouble, and use catharsis to cover up the sadness in his heart.
Otherwise, he's afraid that he won't be able to bear it anymore and will dig out his heart, which seems to be tightly grasped by a certain hand, to see if it's so ridiculous...
The emotions in his heart that needed to be vented exceeded his reason.
It seems like there is a devil hiding in the mysterious spiritual world, manipulating people's emotions.
It wasn't something that was created out of nothing, but it magnified Grant's inherent hatred and dissatisfaction to the point where it filled his heart.
The lieutenant general seemed to have noticed the disappearance of the voice, and looked extremely serious. He began to kick and make gestures to let the soldiers understand his orders.
Not vigilant, he was not vigilant...
Grant couldn't help but snicker, like a child about to pull off a prank.
Such behavior seemed to bring him some kind of pleasure.
He leaned behind the Lieutenant General.
Lower your head.
The sword he carried was neatly unsheathed, but he didn't make any sound.
But the sound roaring from Grant's throat only echoed in his own mind.
"Who allowed you to kill him!"
"Who allowed you!"
The snow-white sword flashed away, and he saw blood streaks on the Lieutenant General's body.
"traitor!"
Dauberman's reaction was very fast, and the six-type iron block was released the moment the blade of the knife crossed. Grant's knife just left another new knife mark on his back.
I just don't understand that this major, who has performed well and is very obedient to orders, dares to do something to him.
Immediately, he raised his foot and kicked Grant with such force that he flew back more than ten meters, causing him to vomit blood.
"Are you crazy, Grant!"
Dauberman had a solemn face and said something habitually, but after realizing that the voice had disappeared, his expression became even more indifferent.
Is this the purpose of the clown?
First, he used self-destruction to confuse people, and then he used a field that can isolate sounds...
His eyes swept over the confused sergeant.
Some of them seemed to suddenly understand a certain truth, with sad faces. Some of them were cowardly and even jumped into the sea themselves.
And the person who was already angry became even more angry.
They actually turned the barrels around and fired at the friendly warships nearby!
Starting from the clown's self-destruction, everyone's emotions were filled with a kind of madness...
Dauberman began to understand why CP agents called it demonic pollution and clown virus.
He is eroding people's spiritual world.
We must find all the parts of that clown and throw them into the sea!
Dauberman immediately thought of the most direct solution.
Grant, who was lying on the deck twitching, forced a smile on his face. The pain seemed to soothe the pain in his heart.
"It's so comfortable..."
Dauberman wasn't sure what his major was talking about, but the smile was starting to make him feel sick.
Just like that clown.
kill him!
A murderous thought sprouted in his heart.
His rough palm grasped the familiar handle of the knife, and then let go. There was a hint of hesitation on Dauberman's face covered with knife marks and sword scars.
The executioner who was accustomed to killing actually had doubts about killing.
This is not me!
He remembered the cheerful look on the clown's face when he stood on the observation deck and said hello...
kill!
The sword light flashed across Grant's body far beyond Grant's reaction.
Blood spurted out, and he just smiled twice, as if he had gained some kind of satisfaction.
"Let's go crazy together."
Dauberman, who was wielding the knife, read his words from his mouth and felt a strong sense of fright.
Can't go on like this...
He ignored the soldiers on his own warship and wanted to contact the generals of other warships.
But then, the warship under Dauberman suddenly swayed, and flames shot into the sky on one side of the ship.
Did a warship fire on you? !
On the warship next to him, a sassy beauty with long pink hair was staring at him with evil eyes.
Dauberman soon figured out why.
His own warships bombarded the opponent.
She also saw herself killing Grant...
That was a major after all.
But it was the other party who made the first move.
Dauberman was about to explain a few words, but his expression suddenly froze.
Sound is blocked.
The unknown ability user must have blocked out the sounds of these warships!
He's going to leave us all alone!
He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart, and Dauberman realized that in the environment of losing their voices, they had become independent islands, falling into inevitable suspicion.
For the first time, Dauberman felt the fear of falling into an ice cellar.
It was obvious that the clown had not swung a knife at him, and he had not even had any contact with the clown!
Obviously that clown... looks extremely weak.
But he only pushed himself into this predicament through a firework.
Find him!
Find that clown to stop this!
clown!
Dauberman's eyes were furious, and his domineering expression was driven to the extreme. The crazy emotions of all the soldiers on the warship were enveloped by him.
The figure shuttled up and down the warship like a ghost.
Malice!
He was looking for the greatest evil in them all.
Lieutenant Colonel Balto, the way he looked at me was very wrong!
Lieutenant Killitjo, the resentment in his heart cannot be hidden at all!
Chef Marcelino, the curry he makes is not delicious at all!
.....
The thought of killing filled Dauberman's heart. He even forgot what his original thoughts were. He just wanted to keep killing until he no longer felt that fear.
There seemed to be a crazy laughter echoing in his mind.
On this silent warship.
Extremely harsh.
.....
.....
"Hina reports, Hina reports!"
"Your Excellency Dauberman has been contaminated by the clown. He went crazy and slaughtered naval soldiers!"
"Hina must stop him immediately!"
On the warship that was also billowing black smoke, Hina loosened the collar of her rose red suit.
The sound is exceptionally crisp.
