After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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The memory of the sea has returned to silence.

Jack gave a cold laugh, looked at the ruins on the ground, curled his lips, took out a tennis ball, and tossed it into the air.

The tennis ball landed, but Spa remained motionless.

"Haha! Finally solved. Food should just go on the plate obediently, instead of making me go through all this trouble like this."

Jack toyed with the tennis ball, a smirk playing on his lips.

But the next second, he pursed his lips.

strange

I clearly killed that Scott, so why are there no fragments of his memory in the air?

Could it be that?

Jack, his face ashen, walked toward the ruins of the building.

"The fireworks were good, but don't set them off again next time," Spall's cold voice came from below the building.

Jack was stunned, and before he could react, he suddenly heard...

Boom!

The building split in the middle, and Spa emerged from the ground.

So... he won't die?

Jack's heart raced, and his face grew increasingly red. But the next second, he shifted his gaze to Spa's palm, his shock deepening.

He saw that Spah had an extra axe in his hand, and judging from its appearance, it was exactly the same as his own.

Impossible... Even the people of the Memory Court couldn't easily create the Pangu Axe that severed memory essence.

I was able to make it entirely thanks to the assistance of the Sea of ​​Memories.

What level is this guy's Memory Path?

Jack grew increasingly alarmed as he pondered the matter. However, despite his surprise, he felt no fear; instead, he licked his lips, his eyes gleaming red.

"Excellent! The stronger your destiny becomes, the more I want to eat you. You must be delicious."

"First of all, you have to have the ability."

Spall spoke coldly, yawned, raised his axe, and swung it straight at Jack's head.

Chapter 60 March 7th Washing

Jack swung his axe to block.

In an instant, the memories surged and transformed into two hurricanes, colliding and squeezing each other, creating numerous aftershocks and tearing open silver-white spatial cracks.

The whirlwind transformed into a blade, grazing the faces of the two.

Blood spurted from Jack's face, but the next second, a blue light flashed from the wound, and the bloodstains instantly faded away.

His eyes were wide open, his chest heaving, and he was unable to calm down for a moment.

Jack thought to himself:

it is true!

That guy... was able to fight me to a draw, so the Pangu Axe in his hand is definitely the real thing!

Does this mean that his level of understanding in the realm of memory is far beyond my imagination?

Jack became increasingly surprised and excited as he thought about it.

Kospata was also slightly surprised.

He never expected that his full-force attack, drawing upon his memories of destiny, would only cause his opponent to bleed slightly.

It seems the enemy here is not simple.

Unfortunately, I don't have just one destiny!

Spall thought to himself, and swung his axe again, the vortex of memory swirling towards Jack. Jack raised his axe, held it in front of him, and drew a circle; the memory instantly transformed into a round shield, blocking Spall's attack.

As the vortex slowly dissipated, Spa took the opportunity to operate the keyboard, his fingertips clicking away.

Before long, more than a hundred portals of light appeared above his head, projecting hundreds of weapons from within, including laser cannons, rocket launchers, machine guns, and even a giant planet-destroying cannon.

The weapons were aimed at Jack, flashes of fire turning into a shower of golden rain that poured down on him.

Boom! Boom boom boom...

An explosion rang out, and a mushroom cloud rose from the ocean of memories, with orange flames weaving through the mist. Golden light accompanied the thick fog, expanding and spreading, instantly illuminating the once pitch-black world as bright as day.

The golden light faded, the world returned to darkness, and Jack vanished without a trace, leaving only specks of blue light floating in mid-air.

I guess... we won?

Spa looked around, feeling empty inside, utterly devoid of any sense of victory. Especially the surrounding atmosphere, still thick and oppressive like strong liquor.

"It's probably just psychological."

Spall muttered to himself, produced two bags of potato chips, crunched them, stuffed them into his mouth, and at the same time took a step back the way he came.

He took more than ten steps in a row.

Spah suddenly stopped, turned his head, and saw blue light flashing on the ground, and Jack's figure reappeared.

"Impressive! Impressive! I thought I was going to die. I'm afraid the Star Core means nothing to you."

Jack twisted his neck, opened his palm, grabbed a tennis ball, tossed it into the air, and caught it steadily.

"As long as the Ocean of Memories exists, I will not die! So? Do you hate Scott or not?"

Jack walked step by step to Spall, bringing his face close to Spall's, revealing his scarlet eyes.

"You won't die? Ha! You're quite the braggart."

Spall sneered, raising his axe: "Even a bountiful beast can be killed eventually if you keep killing it. As for your ocean of memories, I wonder how many axe blows it can withstand?"

Before he could finish speaking, the axe had already severed Jack's body, and also stirred up a tornado, churning the ocean of memories.

In an instant, cracks appeared on the space wall like a spider web, creaking and spreading outwards.

“I don’t deny that you have the means to destroy this place. After all, your power is beyond my comprehension.”

Jack appeared ten meters away, his palm outstretched, pressing against the spot where Spa had just slashed him. He raised his head, his face revealing a fierce glint.

"I could easily take advantage of your destruction of the Sea of ​​Memories to kill people everywhere. Tell me, do you have a way to protect everyone?"

Jack grinned maliciously and vanished into thin air.

Spah chased after him, but only touched thin air.

He stood there, sensing the surrounding atmosphere, but Jack was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but sigh softly, his fist clenching.

That guy... actually chose to go and commit massacres in reality.

I must stop him! Otherwise, what's the point of talking about "preservation" or "hunting"?

Moreover, based on my understanding of the destiny of memory... this ocean of memory is probably truly one with Goethe.

Destroying the hotel will erase his immortality!

Thankfully, my memory essence recovered, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sense these things.

Spall pondered for a moment, then swung his axe.

In an instant, the surrounding matter swirled, as if struck by a category 10 typhoon and then a nuclear explosion, causing the world to turn upside down.

The space, centered on the axe blade, was rife with silvery-white cracks that creaked and spread outwards.

Spah bit his lip, drawing blood. His brows furrowed deeply, and the muscles in his arms were taut.

Hurry! Hurry up... or the others won't be able to hold on!

Spah was secretly anxious.

But he also knew that rushing things was pointless.

He himself is not the holder of the Ocean of Memories, and it will take him some time to split open space and return to the original world.

……

at the same time

Goethe Hotel, Room 237.

Splash! Splash...

The sound of running water filled the air, and droplets of water clung to the glass wall of the shower room, dripping down.

Inside the glass wall, white mist rose, vaguely revealing milky white skin and short pink hair.

"The sky is like soft candy, so what if it collapses? So what if the rain pours down? Just happily get soaked..."

On March 7th, humming a little tune, she raised her white neck, letting the water flow and wash away the foam.

Crunch!

On March 7th, I turned off the shower, walked barefoot through the water, left the shower room, grabbed a white towel, and wiped my body.

Water droplets slid down her skin and fell to the ground with a soft thud.

On March 7th, it didn't take long for her to clean her skin, grab her clothes, and quickly change.

She stood in front of the mirror and struck many poses.

"I took a bath, and my skin feels so soft and supple, hehe! I feel so much more refreshed too!"

On March 7th, I straightened my back, left the mirror, and started pacing around in my hotel room.

Not long after, the girl strolled to the door.

"Huh? There are strange words on the door? And they're in red."

On March 7th, people gathered at the door, reading the English words on the door from left to right:

"R, E, D, R, U, M... Redrum? Lipstick?"

On March 7th, she tilted her head, her fingertips tracing the writing, only to find the red ink sticky. She withdrew her index finger, sniffed it, and detected a faint, fishy smell.

This is... the smell of blood?

Startled, March 7th took a half step back, glancing at the mirror behind her. The mirror reflected the inverted form of the text:

[MURDER, murder!]

In an instant, March 7th's face turned deathly pale.

murder?

What is this, a crime warning?

Or is this... a study in scarlet? Or some kind of religious ritual? Or simply a ghost story?

On March 7th, various possibilities flashed through my mind.

The more she thought about it, the more alarmed she became. Instinctively, she pulled out her bow and arrow, aimed it at the door, and taut the bowstring.

Clang! Clang!

Just then, a knocking sound rang out.

The door panel immediately dented, revealing a crack, from which a black axe emerged.

Chapter 61 To prevent the world from being destroyed

Clang! Clang! Click! Clang...

The sound of the axe striking continued without pause. Each strike seemed to strike the heart of March 7th, causing her heart to clench.

Thump thump thump thump…

Her heartbeat quickened. Since childhood, she had been afraid of ghosts; she felt a tightness in her chest, her fingertips trembled, and she couldn't pull the bowstring.

Calm down...calm down! Calm down!

On March 7th, I reminded myself that my fingers were gradually becoming steady, hooking the bowstring, when the wooden door cracked open with a "crack".

Whoosh!

Seven-colored arrows flew out and shot towards the crack.