Darkus held the leather-wrapped hilt to regain some feeling in his numb fingers. After shouting, he turned his head and looked at the surrounding team members.
"Be careful. There should be ghosts or magicians on the opposite ship. Otherwise, there is no reason why the Storm Weaver's perception will be blocked on the sea. If you find this type of enemy, kill this type of enemy as soon as possible.
" After the team members nodded solemnly, Darkus took the lead and rushed towards the jumping point with the scarlet sword. The rigging jingled on the damaged mast and sails, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of putrefaction and black gunpowder. The acrid smoke smelled of decay.
Groups of skeletons walked out of the cabin of the Black Coffin, and their appearance was full of weirdness and bad taste. The hunched, unnatural posture, holding a rusty scimitar, and the eye sockets inlaid with emerald light make these skeletons look even more eerie.
When the skeleton looked directly at Druch, the little green light flashed, as if it were a look from hell. Their feet clicked and scraped against the decaying wooden deck, like the steps of death. Seaweed hangs from their rotting limbs, adding to their macabre aura.
What is particularly eye-catching is that the lower jaw of one of the skeletons is hung around the neck by a leather rope, which looks both grotesque and creepy. Another skeleton has kelp hanging on its head, like an out-of-place wig. This scene looks very funny, adding a weird joke to this weird scene.
At some invisible signal, a group of bones and minced meat continued to pour out from the hatch connecting the lower deck. They only had hanging pieces of dried seaweed and rotten leather straps, and there were raw materials in their teeth. Rusty blades and marlin nails.
The corpses on the noose plopped onto the deck like beached fish, and soon the decks were crowded with bloated, white-bellied sailors, writhing and crawling like larvae in a fisherman's pot. One by one, they stood up and staggered forward, their pale skin stretched with decay. Black liquid flowed from their mouths and eye sockets, and the drowned group limped and stumbled toward Druch.
The Drukis on the noose aimed at the bloated body of the walking zombie on the opposite side, blasting the head and torso of the walking zombie, but more undead rushed in like a tide. It felt like the black waves rolling around the Black Coffin. It's like struggling out of the sea.
Skeleton warriors and zombie sailors launched a counterattack against the Druchi at a trembling speed. The well-trained, well-equipped and experienced Druchi fought back like high-speed killing machines. They blocked and attacked them. Weak attacks, using mercers, serrated swords and sky piercers to attack the enemy's exposed back and abdomen.
After the first wave of contact, the skeleton warriors and zombie sailors fell like wheat.
Darkus, who jumped over, rushed straight towards the skeleton warrior. He first deflected the clumsy thrust of the first skeleton, then leaned down to hide from the crazy sweep of the second skeleton. He leaned over and spun in a circle. The second sweeping skeleton was directly chopped into pieces by the scarlet sword, and the first skeleton was also smashed to pieces by Franais who jumped over with a walking barrier. He raised the scarlet sword and stabbed it diagonally. The flaming sword tip first penetrated into the skeleton's chinless skull, and took the skull's skull off from its neck. The headless skeleton was still slashing wildly, and then He fell to his knees and remained motionless.
After completing a set of moves, Darkus leaned back suddenly and violently collided with the skeleton that appeared in front of him. The charging skeleton flew directly backwards. Before the flying body hit the skeleton behind it, it disintegrated in the air and fell to the ground. Then he quickly dodged, turned around, and let the scarlet sword swing upwards, embedding itself in the skull's seaweed-covered forehead. Then he jerked his wrist, and the scarlet sword quickly turned half a circle, breaking the skeleton's neck in half at the back, making the skull's skull stick firmly to the tip of his burning sword.
"You look so disgusting."
Before Darkus could even make a pretentious move, the Black Coffin's hull shook violently, and the sound of teeth grinding and the sound of broken wood erupted from the Black Coffin's hull. It was heard from the front that the Falcon ship where Maranur was located used the collision angle of the bow to cut in from the right front of the Black Coffin.
A hundred throats uttered strangled groans simultaneously, and the hangman hanging from the gargoyle noose began to twitch like a puppet, scratching furiously in the air. The Druchis, who were using harpoon crossbows and repeating crossbows on the Falcon Ship's rigging to suppress them, saw the zombies pretending to be corpses and adjusted their shooting targets again. Black liquid and blood flowed from the Black Coffin's rigging toward them. There was dripping water on the deck, and from time to time, several half-dead corpses fell straight down.
The scene was so noisy that it was unbelievable for a moment. Hundreds of undead and Druchi crowded into a small area, screaming, roaring, and attacking each other crazily. The noise even covered up the sound of the howling wind, and in Darkus's ears echo. His boots slipped in the mud of blood and ice. A zombie with gapped teeth lunged at him with a machete, but the excessive stretch deformed the zombie's posture. With a casual wave of his hand, the zombie stopped him. Truncated. The zombie who was not dead still tried to crawl towards him, hug his legs, and then write a larger word of tragedy? But this scene did not happen. He reacted quickly, swung his sword, cut the zombie's throat and spine, and kicked the zombie's head away like a ball.
Crossbow arrows shot into the deck of the Black Coffin from all directions. A Grave Guard or a Deep Sea Guard that was about to attack Darkus was directly carried away by the reaction force of the harpoon crossbow. At this time, Holding the scarlet sword in one hand, he had his left hand free. His left hand was swinging vigorously in the air, seeming to be making meaningless Parkinson's shakes, and seemed to be drawing powerful notes, and then moved it again. He raised his left hand into a thumbs up, and at the same time, his right hand was not idle. He buried the tip of the scarlet sword into the armpit of another heavily armored monster, sliding past the non-existent muscles and joints, and piercing into the more important part. organ.
However, there are no important organs. The heavily armored monster in front of Darkus is a canned skeleton. He is also very comfortable with Walter's hammer. He has used it often before, but it is a pity that it is not in the cabin this time. Bring it out. After he drew out the scarlet sword, he took half a step back and gave up his position. The moment he gave up, a black lightning with Deha energy directly shattered the heavily armored monster, and the armor fell into pieces. On the deck, it no longer matters whether the heavily armored monster is a Tomb Guard or a Deep Sea Guard.
At this time, more skeletons wearing heavy armor came out of the cabin, as if there was a portal behind the dilapidated cabin, and the energy kept spewing out undead monsters. The Druchi who were fighting in a group just now quickly cleared the lower deck. They did not attack rashly, arranged in a neat formation, and then launched another violent attack under the command of Franais.
The heavily armored skeleton opened its mouth and let out a silent cry of despair, resisting Druchi's frenzied attack.
On the other side, Maranur's falcon ship began to jump gangs in an orderly manner, and Colonia's falcon ship slowly attached itself to the right side of Darkus' falcon ship. The destruction of the Black Coffin has become a matter of time. question.
Darkus, who had temporarily withdrawn from the battle, quickly recognized four skeletal figures in robes. Each figure's bony fingers held a scythe high, and the scythe shone in the otherworldly light. The eye sockets of their fleshless skulls glowed with half-closed depravity, and strange symbols twisted at the hems of their tattered black garments.
"Stay back! Or use a flashlight." Darkus shouted and rushed towards the stone cairn spirit.
Darkos knew how terrifying the stone cairns were. Among the undead army, the stone cairns were the most terrifying type.
Cairnbinders, which do not even have a physical form, cannot be harmed by physical weapons such as axes, swords, or hammers. Even those with the strongest hearts have trouble freeing themselves from the entanglement of these creatures. What's even more frightening is that their cold touch can also suck the souls of mortals. They can directly pass through the enemy's body, directly grasp the enemy's internal organs with their cold claws, and then freeze the enemy's soul. Because they are immune to physical attacks, only the raw energy of magic or effective attacks from enchanted weapons can kill them.
To put it bluntly, courage does not solve the problem. If there are no magicians or magic weapons in a town, the Cairn Binding Spirit can easily destroy the entire town.
Facts also proved Darkus's guess. A Druchi on the rigging used a repeating crossbow to snipe one of the Cairn Binding Spirits, but the harpoon crossbow directly passed through the Cairn Binding Spirit's skull and was then nailed directly to the skull. on the deck.
Darkus held the scarlet sword, adjusted his posture and quickly started it. Then suddenly a stone cairn spirit appeared behind him, and a bright red arc cut through the stone cairn spirit's neck. The scarlet sword roared. Passing through the ghost, it was as if the ghost did not exist. However, the ghost did not exist. The ghost that was wielding the sickle a second ago disappeared into the mortal world.
Slightly off balance, Darkus stumbled forward, then jumped up to dodge an evil-looking scythe. He landed on the deck with feline grace, the burning scarlet sword in his hand. At the same time, he slashed downwards, and the ghost closest to him exploded in a burst of sulfur-smelling flames. There was only a weak scream before disappearing.
When the third stone cairn spirit slashed the long-bladed scythe to the height of the torso, Darkus used his momentum to rush over at the speed of a cobra. The scarlet sword directly pierced the wailing skull of another ghost, making the ghost look like Burnt like gossamer.
The third cairn spirit stood in front of Darkus after missing a single blow. It slashed at Darkus's chest with the tip of its scythe, its eye sockets burning with ancient anger. Unfortunately, it failed again. The scarlet sword stabbed out from its side, accurately piercing its ethereal body, and it disappeared with a desperate scream.
On the other side, the elf vampire appeared in front of Cowell with the graceful posture of Asul stepping into the duel field. He drew a dueling sword similar to Cowell's and smiled cruelly at Cowell. With pale skin, he was even half a head taller than Cowell. When he saluted Cowell, his movements spoke of military skills honed in countless years of war.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to earth."
Cowell was not deceived by the pretense of honor as an elf vampire. He knew from his past experience that after being transformed into a vampire, his fighting style would also change. Very dirty, no honor at all, just like any pirate should do, he didn't even ask the other party's name, just said something incomprehensible and started attacking. Just when Darkus stood upright again, the huge Black Jens jumped in front of him. Without the five honor guards, Black Jens only had a large and scary meat cleaver in his hand. Heijens didn't say anything nonsense like my ship. The two sides started fighting directly. The fighting was so fast that the clanking of the blades sounded like the ringing of a bell.
Although Hejens is huge, he is so fast that he is almost invisible, and he still retains the fighting habit of being a Norscan warrior, using his meat cleaver as a battle ax. One moment, he was pressing on Darkus' flank, and the next moment, he was rippling beside the curve of flames swept by Darkus, slashing the meat cleaver towards Darkus' ribs.
Darkus' face was full of concentration as he blocked and counterattacked, the burning scarlet sword leaving complex traces in the air.
Cowell chuckled softly, took out the silk scarf and shook it gracefully, wiping off the blood on the dueling sword. He placed the sword blade lightly in his left hand, closed his left eye and used his right eye to carefully examine the duel. Is there any chip on the sword? He doesn't like such a good weapon to have a chip for no reason. The decapitated body of the elf vampire lay at his feet. After completing this set of actions, he looked around and found that the battle had come to an end. Only Darkus was still fighting a powerful-looking ghoul. Fighting.
"My ship! My crew! My life! I don't love this life, believe me!" Heijens roared while taking advantage of the interval.
"This kind of life? What about your life before death? You are still yearning for your previous life! Ah~ I'm sorry, this may be the most tragic thing I have ever heard!" Darkus laughed, but he did not let go Go through Heijens' plan. He knew that Heijens's first love should have been given to him by the white-haired Haken. He didn't want Heijens to lose his mind one day or hear Haken's call and go and fish Haken out. That would be so troublesome. Are you looking for trouble for yourself when you have nothing to do?
The battle continued for a long time, but neither side could win against the other in a fair fight.
The face of Heijens struggling violently was suddenly filled with cruelty and gloating, which was horrifying. He tried to win through dirty tricks, fighting while muttering phrases as old as the desert that he had learned from other necromancers in Lustria, and even deliberately showing flaws to let Da Keus attacked him in order to touch Darkus at the moment when the spell was completed.
"Monster! You have crossed the line!" Drusala, who was standing at the edge of the duel circle, suddenly changed her face and she roared sternly.
The other sorceresses didn't speak, but their faces showed expressions of shock and anger, and then they each took action.
For a second, Heijens's body suddenly paused. Darkus did not take advantage of this opportunity to step forward and give him a fatal blow. From Drusala's angry shout, he knew that something was wrong. .
Sure enough, Heijens's huge body began to age rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin was mottled, and the few hairs turned white and fell in the wind. His proud frame nearly doubled as he huddled in his tattered robes. Rot took over and his anguished face collapsed in on itself. In a few seconds, only a huge skeleton was left. The meat cleaver fell heavily on the deck, and then the skeleton was scattered on the ground.
"Curse of time? What a fool! Are you trying to trick me?" Darkus only reacted at this time. He yelled and at the same time kicked Heijens' mutated skull away as if to vent his anger.
"What the hell!" Darkus, who had kicked the skull away, was still angry. He kept on tap dancing, either stepping on or kicking Heijens's bones. At this moment, he thought about a lot, such as Finubar's eldest son, such as "The Merciless" Eltharion. These two Asurs have a common characteristic, that is, they both died from the curse of the undead. If not just now, Since the sorceresses were here, he might have to take a step ahead of them to show off to them.
Maranur looked at Darkvus's weird dancing posture for a while. After thinking for a moment, he did not move forward to attack Radarkus. He waved to the Druchs and signaled them to disperse. , do whatever you have to do.
The deck was littered with scattered bones and swollen corpses mixed together, but they did not steam in the cold, because most of them were undead. Without the threat of long guns and short cannons, except for a few evil undead , the other undead were like miscellaneous soldiers, causing very limited casualties to Druch.
Some of the Druchi entered the Black Coffin under the leadership of the three Takaia brothers and sisters, some of them separated the entangled ropes of several ships under the command of Maranur, and some groups of three or three were Carefully move around the dead souls to check, squatting down from time to time to do something, such as prying the broken emeralds off the broken weapons, and then putting them into the bag where the loot is placed.
"Sir, it's safe below the cabin. In addition, there are...there are dwarf prisoners." Ren walked out of the cabin where monsters were spawning just now and reported to Darkus, who had calmed down and was sitting on the stairs.
Belloda kept spinning around on the deck, as if confirming something, until she saw the corpse of the elf vampire whose bodies had been separated.
"Dwarves?" Darkus, who was observing Belloda, asked with some disbelief. He felt that he seemed to have triggered his passive skill again. Every time he robbed a ship, he would always encounter something, such as when he robbed a ship in Bretonnia. A merchant ship carrying wine ended up encountering the female vampire who would rule Kislev in the future. The second time, he robbed a ship filled with gold returning from the Lustria continent, and met Chupa Coco. If he remembered correctly, this was his third ship hijack, which... was a bit weird.
The captain's cabin of the Black Coffin was not as filthy as Darkus expected, filled with minced corpses and meat. Instead, it was very neat.
The chart spread across the uneven surface of the long table was an exact map of the Talon, with lines tracing the currents leaving traces of winding trails across the Talon Sea, weaving between long strings of small islands without descriptions or names. , and even some places depict tentacled objects pulling ships apart or dragging them beneath the waves. Various locations were marked on the map. What attracted his attention most was not Le Angoulan, Marienburg, Prague or the large and small fishing villages and ports on the coast of the Nordic Empire, but the northern North Towns in Kafjord.
"This is where we are now." Belloda walked in and pointed to the location with the tentacled object on the map, and then said, "If I am correct, the Black Coffin was shelling this sea monster just now. "
Dakeus looked away from the map. He looked at Belloda, but did not respond to Belloda, but asked about something else.
"I just checked around and it seems that your previous joint operation with the lizard people was not very successful?" Belloda spread her hands and said. After Drucci in the captain's room looked at her, she began to narrate. , "The name of the ghoul just now is Black Jens. He was a Norscan barbarian before he became a ghoul. Why is his ship not a very common Norscan longship? Because this ship is one he obtained from the Imperial Navy. Robbed."
Darkus did not respond to Belloda, but continued to look at the map. He seemed to have seen a similar introduction in the Claw Sea manual, but he was not active in the same era, and only had a few words. Soon he found the place he saw in his dream. If he was right, according to the markings on the map, that was also the destination of the Black Coffin's route.
Belloda then began to talk about the targets she had confirmed to kill, such as the renegade priestess who had been transformed into a ghoul at the Temple of the Dead in New Baker Port and was shot to death by the concentrated fire of a harpoon crossbow. The "Border Governor" who spoke with an upper-class accent in Reikland was hacked to death by Selilei in Horrible Manor. The expensive and fashionable citizen clothes were also chopped into pieces by Selilee. In addition, there were a large number of new Baker Port backbones. Also on this ship.
"Where's that one? You know who I'm asking." After Beloda finished his introduction, Kewell suddenly asked.
"Sorry, I refuse to answer, because he was my friend during his lifetime. I was a frequent visitor to the Gravesend Tavern for a while. Of course, I only went there during the day." Belloda said in a heavy tone.
"Is there a Siren Banshee named Lady Saltwater?" After studying the map, Darkus raised his head and glanced at Belloda. He knew what the hell the Gravesend Tavern was. It was like going to New Baker. Of course, the place where adventurers in Hong Kong take refuge is only during the day. He suddenly asked something when he thought of something.
"There should be? But I haven't heard of it." Beloda thought about it for a while, and then said with some uncertainty.
Darkus nodded and said nothing. It must be that the timeline has not arrived yet, or there has been some change. Who knows? It doesn't matter if a small person can't make trouble. He saw the dwarf Ren was bringing in and asked again.
"North Dwarves?" (End of Chapter)