The Black Tulip … Admiral Hell Ludwell … There's a wolf in the front and a tiger in the back … Isn't this a little too unlucky? Floating in midair, Klein was the first to notice the approaching ship. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Anderson, who was seriously examining the monster with his pitch-black short sword in hand. Random _ Dream _ e
Anderson quickly looked back in puzzlement. As he was wary of the grayish-black flesh that could shoot at him at any moment, he said, "The look in your eyes is odd.
"You have a strange look in your eyes. What happened …"
Before he finished his sentence, he instinctively shut his mouth. Sensing something, he leaped to the side and rolled, dodging the monster's body fragments that rapidly grew his fingernails. He quickly arrived at the other side of the ship.
Straightening his back and stretching his neck, Anderson suddenly hissed.
"Admiral Hell …"
This wasn't a kind-hearted fellow. As a pirate admiral who was famous for killing indiscriminately, he definitely didn't have any psychological burdens when it came to using the crisis of others for his own benefit.
After weighing the pros and cons, he discovered that he could use the powerful monster's attack to finish off Admiral of Stars and everyone on the Future. He would definitely take action after reaping the bountiful spoils of war!
My bad luck hasn't weakened. It's just in a different form. A lump sum withdrawal? Anderson's expression warped. It was unknown if he was crying or laughing.
At the same time, the corresponding information surfaced in Klein's mind.
Admiral Hell Ludwell. Just Rouen alone had a bounty of 55000 pounds!
He was an extremely powerful Spirit Medium, the one with the highest bounty among the seven pirate admirals!
There weren't many pirates alive on his flagship, the Black Tulip. Most of the matters were handled by the undead creatures and spirit world creatures under his control.
He killed indiscriminately, but he didn't have a perverted interest in it. All he did was seriously complete the job of casting living beings into hell.
He was inextricably linked to the Charismatic Order. Rumor had it that he had a ring left behind by an ancient Death!
As Klein and Anderson stared at the Black Tulip, the golden brooch on Admiral of Stars Cattleya's robe began to emit pure, bright, but not blinding sunlight.
In front of the captain's cabin, a blurry figure appeared as it rapidly elongated.
It was filled with a silent and tranquil ghostly aura, but it also emitted a warmth that resembled sunlight.
This was an abnormally incongruous existence. It was like a wraith formed from the Holy Water of the Sun!
It was both sacred and evil!
The Sun Wraith spread its arms and flew out at an exaggerated speed, hugging a grayish-black piece of flesh.
The Sun Wraith and the Wraith Wraith pounced at the grayish-black piece of flesh that was invading the Future.
Admiral of Stars's eyes flowed with a deep purple color as her brooch shone with a golden luster. She quickly created one Sun Wraith after another outside the captain's cabin's window, making them lunge at the grayish-black flesh that had invaded the Future.
And at that, Bloodless, Bloodless, Hester Wraith, and Wraith, and, and Hell, and Waved to to Wraith, Awakened.
And at that Red of, He, the dark, Black, Het. The King Sun, the Sea, King, Six, Six., Luthe Dark., with, God, Sea.
The dark sailboat that suffused a gloomy green slowed down and stopped by the edge, as though it wasn't aware of what was happening.
Suddenly, Klein saw a nearly transparent eye appear in midair corresponding to the Future. It had a ghastly white pupil as it looked down without blinking.
This is … a Spirit Medium's version of a telescope? After a second of surprise, Klein drew his revolver with his right hand and aimed at the eye that belonged to a spirit world creature.
At that moment, he was somewhat hesitant. As a crazy adventurer, Gehrman Sparrow, directly shooting was the best choice that suited his persona. But at that moment, Admiral Hell Ludwell hadn't shown any signs of hostility. He might be wary of the faction backing Admiral of Stars Cattleya and maintain restraint. If he were to rashly kill his telescope, it would inevitably lead the situation to a more chaotic and dangerous development!
Amidst Klein's momentary hesitation, the nearly transparent, illusory eye vanished. The distant Black Tulip continued moving forward as it became clearer.
On it, white skeletons who were either unclothed or draped in leather armor busied themselves with controlling the sails. The pale-white zombies with swords were patrolling, using their eyes that were dyed with gloomy green flames to observe their surroundings. Shadows, wraiths, and all sorts of strange spirit world creatures would fly and circle around, boring into the ship's hull from time to time, revealing transparent faces with indistinct eyebrows.
In Klein's Spirit Vision, there was only one living person on the Black Tulip. It was the man dressed in captain's attire who was standing on the front deck, silently watching him.
He wore an exaggerated triangular hat embroidered with white skulls and feathers. He wore a lace-trimmed white shirt and a complicated and gorgeous brown short coat. A thin rapier hung from the cowhide belt that held his white tights in place.
The man's face was covered with a silver mask, concealing his facial features and contours. Around the holes that represented his eyes, nose, and mouth, there were cold lines that left one in awe.
This matched the rumored Admiral Hell Ludwell's image perfectly!
Where are his first mate, second mate, third mate, and boatswain? Klein was first surprised that there was only one living person on the Black Tulip before he quickly came to a realization.
Just like how the Future sent the third mate, gunner captain, and many sailors to the other ships of the pirate crew, leaving only the minimum number of people to enter these waters, Admiral Hell Ludwell didn't allow his "weak" subordinates to follow him. After all, he could control the undead and spirit world creatures to control the ship.
At this moment, the Black Tulip clearly turned as dozens of cannons on the starboard side were aimed at him.
As Admiral Hell Ludwell touched his silver mask, a series of rumbling booms sounded.
Cannonballs flew over, but before they came close, they would land in the seawater and blast up a wave. Others would leap over and land further away.
This was a calibrated shot!
Soon, the Black Tulip began its second barrage of cannons.
Just as Klein was about to activate Creeping Hunger and use the Baron of Corruption's Distortion powers to change the target of the cannonballs and blast further away, he saw Anderson and Hood raise their right hand and push it forward.
Orange-yellow Fire Ravens instantly condensed and flew out, accurately intercepting every cannonball!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Blinding sparks flew in midair as shrapnel flew, as though dozens of fireworks had been released.
I have to say that a Pyromaniac's powers are quite useful at sea. A mysterious ballistic missile defense system … However, this is also because Anderson is the Strongest Hunter, having reached the level of a Sequence 5. If it were Dhaniz, there's no way he could intercept them one by one. It would be impressive if he could detonate half of them … Sigh, when I use Flame Controlling, I can only deal with one at a time … As Klein sighed, the Black Tulip stopped its cannons and accelerated once again, closing the distance between it and the Future.
As it approached, the surface of the sea between the two gigantic sailboats that was dyed with golden sunlight rapidly turned black. It was so black that it didn't look like ink, but like the deepest moonless and starless night.
In the deep and dark sea, translucent and illusory ferocious creatures crawled out. Pale corpses reached out their palms that had rotting flesh hanging from them. Dark red or cold flames surfaced, forming pairs of eyes.
Suddenly, this place seemed to become the entrance to hell. All kinds of undead creatures swarmed to the surface of the sea as they charged forward like a tidal wave.
Anderson turned his head to look at the Sun Wraiths that were destroying the grayish-black flesh. Knowing that Admiral of Stars was at a critical stage in dealing with the terrifying monster, all he could do was hiss and look up at Gehrman Sparrow with a bitter smile.
Just as he was about to press his hands on the ship's railing and create scarlet flames that spread outwards to stop the undead army's assault, he was surprised to see Gehrman Sparrow suddenly turn around and fly back into the cabin.
He fled? No way … Anderson's expression clearly froze.
He then revealed a grimace as he quickly leaned forward, reached out his palms, and pressed them on the ship's railing.
Without a sound, a scarlet flame rose out of thin air and swept forward.
At this moment, a charm suddenly fell in front of him as he heard a word in ancient Hermes.
"Storm!"
Eh? Anderson instinctively looked up and saw Gehrman Sparrow, who was wearing a round-neck shirt and a brown jacket, being swept up by a strong gust of wind as he rapidly flew towards the Black Tulip.
H-is he committing suicide? I can't understand this madness … Anderson's mouth gaped as he felt puzzled.
Whoosh!
With the charm's effects, Klein flew to the space in front of the Black Tulip under the blessings of the wind.
Admiral Hell Ludwell looked up at him as two pale-white flames burned silently in the eye sockets of his silver mask.
The shadows, wraiths, and spirit world creatures that were circling around the Black Tulip immediately swarmed up and charged at the enemy.
They either opened their mouths wide as they let out silent screams or spat out their thin tongues that were embedded with miniature human faces. They appeared extremely excited.
Klein looked at them with a deadpan expression as he reached into his pocket with his left hand and removed the wall of spirituality from a square metal box.
Then, he took out the Aztec copper whistle that was tied together with a few matchsticks and threw it towards the Black Tulip's rear deck.
All of a sudden, the transparent, cold, and blurry vengeful spirits and shadows all stopped moving like frozen insects.
Following that, they didn't hesitate to turn around and fly to the back of the Black Tulip at high speed. The strange-looking spirit world creatures followed closely behind.
In less than a second, the skeletons and zombies that were adjusting the ship's cannons betrayed Admiral Hell. The front deck was instantly empty, leaving Ludwell alone.
Pa!
Klein pressed down on his hat and landed on the deck in front of Ludwell.
He arched his body slightly as he released his right hand that was pressing down on his hat. His gaze locked onto the silver-masked Admiral Hell.
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