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Chapter 538 [Revised] Blood General and the Death Call
Chapter 538 [Revised] Blood General and the Death Call
"warship?"
Lu Ze frowned as he looked at the powerful ironclad warship.
As the distance closed, the details of the warship became clearer. The flag of the Republic of Intis flew on its bridge, and the sailors busy on the deck wore white uniforms with gold trim on the collars and sleeves—the standard uniform of the Intis Navy.
The Misty Sea is within Intis's sphere of influence, so it seems normal for the country's navy to be present. But isn't it a bit too coincidental that we encountered their warships in this very sea area precisely at this crucial moment when we were searching for the "Black Throne"?
Lu Ze subtly sensed that something was wrong.
He soon discovered that the sailors were not simply sailing. In the center of the deck, a group of clergymen in white robes were observing the surrounding fog and taking notes, carrying complex instruments.
What are these guys doing?
Lu Ze thought to himself, descended the altitude, and swooped down toward the warship.
He wanted to get down on the deck, subdue these people, and get to the bottom of things!
But just as Lu Ze was gradually descending, his dive suddenly stopped abruptly, and he came to an abrupt halt just tens of meters above the warship.
"call!"
The intense air currents swirled and roared around him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the space not far ahead.
As he got closer, he realized that there was something around the warship.
It was a transparent membrane that enveloped the warship from all sides, completely surrounding it. This membrane had a faint golden hue, making it extremely inconspicuous in the mist. If it weren't for his spiritual instincts, he would have crashed into it directly.
To be honest, this membrane offered little protection; Lu Ze could easily break through it if he wanted to. Yet, he sensed an invisible force emanating from it, as if it were a contract linking him to a powerful extraordinary being.
As an expert in rituals, Lu Ze knew very well that this type of contract ritual was the most troublesome. If he touched this membrane, he would inevitably be discovered by the person hidden behind it!
"Damn it..."
He couldn't help but curse under his breath.
Given the current unclear situation, it would be unwise to rashly expose himself, especially since he had important matters to attend to. Therefore, after a moment's consideration, he decided to let the warship go for the time being and continue forward towards his original destination—Aroca Island.
The sea breeze whistled past Lu Ze's ears as he flew at high speed, his expression slightly somber.
This journey to find the "Black Throne" may not go as smoothly as expected.
In the harbor of a secluded island on the outskirts of the Sunia Sea, outside the ruins of the War of Gods.
A huge sailboat is moored in the crimson liquid. Its total length is nearly two hundred meters, with its bow and stern raised high, making it resemble a crescent moon.
Its paint job is pure black, with three layers of cannons arranged in a staggered pattern on both sides. The deck protrudes and the mast is towering. It is not a three-masted sailing ship that is popular at the time; the entire ship has only one mast, with a sail painted with a black tombstone hanging high on it.
The flagship of "Undying King" Agarito, the Deathstalker!
The enormous sailing ship, imbued with an ominous aura, was thus bathed in crimson light. Although it was daytime, the ship, shrouded in shadow, appeared so terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Numerous ships were anchored around the Deathscythe, surrounding it like servants of a king. This was the fleet of the "Immortal King" Agarito, which was undergoing repairs in this safe harbor.
An eerily quiet atmosphere permeated this haven.
Surprisingly, these ships were not uninhabited. On the decks, inside the cabins... numerous pirates mingled, from the Deathstalker to the slightly smaller escort ships, and then to the outermost small vessels; every ship had people, yet no one on any of them spoke.
All the pirates faced the Deathscythe in unison, bowed their heads, and showed their loyalty.
"Sizzle..."
The entire harbor was filled with that vibrant crimson color. Suddenly, the liquid began to change; its surface began to mist, rising upwards and gradually permeating the air throughout the harbor.
The pirates, bathed in a blood-red mist, wore smug and twisted smiles.
In that instant, a red light seemed to flicker within their bodies, absorbing the mist. This made their condition increasingly terrifying, as if they had transcended humanity and become servants of demons.
The eerie silence was suddenly broken.
"Whoosh..."
The sound of churning seawater could be heard, and a much smaller three-masted sailing ship appeared outside the harbor.
At the bow of the three-masted sailing ship, a transparent figure emerged from the void, gradually solidifying. He wore an old tricorn hat, had deep-set eyes, a pale face, and two black tufts of beard.
"The Blood General," Señor.
"brush!"
All the pirates who had been enjoying the blood mist simultaneously opened their eyes and looked up at the uninvited guest who had trespassed into their demonic gathering. Their eyes gleamed with cruel, cold malice as they sized up the pirate general, seemingly ready to use him as a new sacrifice for this gathering.
"Greetings to you, great death knell, and immortal king."
As if oblivious to the terrifying gazes, "Blood Admiral" stopped the ship a few dozen meters away from the black straitjack sailboat, took off his tricorn hat and pressed it to his chest, and bowed to the other party.
"I'm here on behalf of the 'Rose School' to discuss cooperation with you."
Señor struggled to control his throat, trying to keep his voice from trembling. As a master of the ship and a mid-level member of the cult, he hadn't experienced such pure fear in a long time.
"Do you desire lavish sacrifices? Do you desire defiled souls? If our school's scheme succeeds, these are not problems."
He continued, instinctively gripping his hat, inside which lay the life-saving artifact left to him by the demigod Jax. He would activate it immediately should the dreaded "Oathbreaker" do anything strange.
"The Undying King" Agarito sat on the deck, his face even paler than Señor's, so pale he looked like a living corpse. He glanced indifferently at "Admiral of Blood" Señor.
"Get on board, and tell me in detail."
Agarito said, "I'm somewhat interested in this topic."
"Hehe, never mind."
Señor chuckled, his eyes filled with wariness. "I think it's fine to communicate here."
Their mother tree had already warned them about the strangeness of the ship.
He didn't want to become a slave to the "Death Note" like those poor pirates.