On the Future, Anderson Hood pressed his hands against the ship's railing as he watched the undead army that surged out from the pitch-black sea recede like a receding tide. They scrambled to rush to the Black Tulip's rear deck, and he saw German Sparrow press down on his cap with his right hand as he descended from the sky and landed firmly in front of Admiral Hell Ludwell.
Such a scene had an indescribable sense of beauty when illuminated by dark red or dark green lights, wraiths, shadows, and all sorts of strange spirit world creatures.
Cool! As expected of the craziest adventurer … Anderson praised from the bottom of his heart before thinking of something else.
Before German Sparrow flew over, he seemed to have thrown a charm in front of him. Furthermore, he had specially demonstrated the incantation to activate it!
What he means is … Anderson Hood lowered his gaze and discovered the charm made of tin by his feet.
On the Black Tulip, Klein's body was slightly hunched as he locked his gaze onto his enemy. His heart wasn't as cold and calm as he appeared on the surface.
Anderson, this fellow, quickly use the charm to fly over. There's a high chance I can't handle him alone. It might even be very dangerous … As his eyes reflected the silver mask and the two pale-white flames, Klein suddenly prayed silently.
Due to the existence of the mysterious pair of eyes that was watching the deck and him, as well as the fact that Anderson Hood had mentioned the door opener in the depths of the World of Dreams, he had carefully given up on immediately praying to himself and using the Sea God Scepter above the gray fog to respond. He also warned himself not to expose this problem unless he was in dire straits.
He believed that Creeping Hunger, Tinder, the various Beyonder powers of Magicians, and the different charms of Sea God's domain would allow him to have the strength to fight Admiral Hell Ludwell. And with Aztec's copper whistle's allure towards undead creatures and spirit world creatures that were inclined towards the undead domain, it could help him cripple the most powerful means of a powerful Spirit Medium. To a Sequence 5 of the Death pathway, as long as it didn't exceed the necessary limits, they would always have the advantage in numbers when facing a certain number of Mid-Sequence enemies!
However, Klein didn't believe that he would definitely be able to defeat Admiral Hell Ludwell or even kill him in such a situation. Firstly, the main battlefield was on the Black Tulip. With reference to how Admiral of Stars used the Future, anyone with a brain would know that the situation wasn't optimistic. Secondly, Admiral Hell Ludwell was currently the most senior pirate admiral. He had the King of the Five Seas and Charismatic Order backing him. The mystical items and Sealed Artifacts he had on him weren't much inferior to Klein's. In addition, there were many rumors that indicated that he had a ring left behind by an ancient Death!
Furthermore, his Sequence was indeed lower than Admiral Hell's. Not only did Klein not have the excitement of a successful hunt or the excitement of a crazy adventurer, but he also restrained himself. He didn't dare be careless, hoping that the Strongest Hunter, who was plagued by bad luck, would fly over as soon as possible.
With two people of equal strength joining forces, there was a high chance of defeating or resisting Ludwell, who had lost his undead army. This would give Admiral of Stars Cattleya and her pirates the time and space to wipe out the monsters that were pieced together!
As this thought flashed through his mind, Klein didn't hesitate to launch an attack. He made the Toxic Fog stolen by Tinder rapidly spread outwards.
No one could tell that he was feeling so conflicted and worried.
Wearing the exaggerated triangular hat and silver mask, Admiral Hell Ludwell raised his clenched left fist at the same moment. He spread his fingers and aimed his palm at Klein.
In the blink of an eye, the front deck was enveloped by a ghastly yellowish-green fog. And in front of Ludwell, illusory light first erupted. Then, with a point as the center, it rapidly spun and collapsed inwards, forming a slightly blurry pair of bronze doors that opened in half.
The surface of the bronze door was covered in all sorts of mysterious patterns. It had an indescribable sense of depth and stillness.
With a creak, the door shook and cracked open a crack.
Behind the crack was a boundless darkness that couldn't be seen through. It was like the deepest and darkest night sky.
Pairs of indescribable eyes were hidden in the deep darkness. They were densely packed and everywhere, but it was impossible to discern their exact appearance.
Skinless and bloody arms extended out as bluish-black vines with baby faces protruded out. Palms with cracked mouths filled with teeth reached out as they screamed, laughed, cried, and made a ruckus as they scrambled to grab at everything outside.
This brought about a terrifying suction force as a cold hurricane that could freeze a person's bone marrow stirred. It pushed one item after another towards the strange objects, towards the crack in the bronze door!
The yellowish-green Toxic Fog was instantly cleared as Klein involuntarily leaned forward as he staggered forward.
The glove on his left hand immediately turned pitch-black. It had the evilness of the night but also the nobility of the cosmos.
Klein's brown eyes turned deep and dark as he spread his left arm to the side, making an inviting gesture.
The terrifying suction force that swept the front deck suddenly changed directions as it "grabbed" the skeletons and rotting zombies that were running to the rear deck and threw them towards the crack in the door. It allowed them to be bound by the bluish-black vines with baby faces as they were grabbed by bloody arms and dragged towards the area behind the bronze door where the countless eyes were.
"Distortion!"
It was the Baron of Corruption's Distortion!
Klein had "distorted" the mysterious door's target, using the skeletons and zombies on the Black Tulip to replace himself.
But even so, he was still affected by the aftermath of the massive suction force. It made it difficult for him to move, preventing him from using his advantage of agility and speed.
The cap he wore had already been blown up by the hurricane as it spun in midair and floated towards the undead creatures that had been sucked in.
At this moment, Admiral Hell Ludwell, who was wearing the exaggerated triangular hat, raised his right arm again and extended his palm forward.
The right side of his upper body rapidly turned incorporeal as though it belonged to a specter or a wraith. His arm and forearm constantly extended, instantly traversing the rather short distance as he grabbed at his enemy with his pale palm.
Whoosh!
The sound of the hurricane suddenly vanished as a soft sobbing sound entered Klein's ears. It left his body numb as though his blood had frozen.
As the pale palm approached, he felt as though he had been possessed by a wraith or evil spirit. It was difficult for him to effectively respond. All he could do was watch helplessly as death approached. In despair, he felt his vitality rapidly drain away.
Without putting up any resistance, Ludwell's pale, illusory right palm grabbed Klein and crushed him into a thin paper figurine.
The paper figurine was covered in dark green traces of corrosion as it was quickly reduced to powder by the hurricane that didn't stop.
In front of the bronze door, Klein's figure instantly appeared. The glove on his left hand was dyed with the color of pure sunlight.
He immediately stood up and spread out his arms.
A holy pillar of light that swirled with golden flames descended from the sky, striking the bronze door that was covered in mysterious patterns!
The sunlight suddenly burst out, blinding Klein so much that he nearly couldn't open his eyes. As for the terrifying door that Admiral Hell Ludwell had "created," not only shook and turned blurry, even the exaggerated suction force emitted from within had weakened. More than half the bluish-black vine with a baby's face and the bloody arm had evaporated.
However, even more strange arms and distorted creatures had surged to the crack in the door in a bid to squeeze out.
Klein was just about to continue using the Priest of Light's Holy Light to purify the bronze door when Admiral Hell Ludwell's pale-white palm reached over in a frenzy.
He hurriedly leaped to the side and constantly rolled to dodge the hurricane's aftershocks and soul-devouring palm.
Once, twice, thrice. His body suddenly bounced up as he leaped diagonally. At some point in time, Creeping Hunger seemed to be made of gold.
Klein's eyes first reflected Admiral Hell's silver mask and the pale-white flames in his eye sockets. Following that, two bright bolts of lightning lit up deep in his eyes.
Interrogator, Psychic Piercing!
At this moment, a black, square-shaped ring on Ludwell's left index finger produced a faint glow.
A scene immediately appeared in Klein's mind.
It was a gigantic throne formed from the rotting heads of humans, elves, giants, dragons, demonic wolves, sea monsters, vampires, and other creatures. Every tiny side had the transparent faces of wraiths, shadows, and evil spirits protruding out. They were filled with hatred, venom, and indignation.
Suddenly, Klein felt as though his head had been cleaved by an ax. The terrifying pain filled his thoughts without any delay.
Not only had his Psychic Piercing failed to show its effects, but it had even affected him, multiplying the effects!
If he hadn't experienced extreme pain, Klein would definitely have fallen to the ground, wailing as he struggled. But even so, he had temporarily lost the ability to resist as he arched his back with a warped expression.
Seizing this opportunity, Ludwell slowly spat out a language that ordinary living beings couldn't understand from his mouth. The surroundings turned increasingly dim, hazy, and illusory.
This was the language of death that came from hell and the Underworld!
Just as Klein felt a little better, he realized that his Spirit Body was floating up uncontrollably, separating from his body inch by inch!
And the terrifying suction force of the bronze door was something that spirits couldn't resist.
No, no way! Before his Spirit Body completely separated from his body, Klein barely managed to raise his right arm and spread open the five fingers of his Tinder glove.
Different lusters instantly appeared before his eyes as they constantly changed and flickered.
Without any hesitation, Klein grabbed a blob of pale-white luster that flowed with a gloomy green luster, twisted his wrist, and pulled it away.
In this battle, he wanted to steal the Beyonder power that created the bronze door the most, but he couldn't guarantee success. All he could do was pray for the Goddess's blessings.
The light flew out and entered Kindling's glove.
However, this wasn't the Beyonder power that Klein wanted the most. However, it wasn't too bad.
Ludwell's mouth behind his silver mask opened and closed, but he couldn't produce the difficult and awkward-sounding language that no living creature could understand.
At the same time, Klein opened his mouth.
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