"Poison? Poison?"
Frank had not dared use the Earth Mother-derived abilities of the Planter Pathway, fearing that the lingering aura here would affect them and worsen their side's chaos. Thus, he could only take out the poisons he usually concocted and scatter them over the black monsters charging madly at them. The battle was incomparably miserable.
Hearing Angel's words, he froze for a moment before murmuring a reply.
"Yes, the most toxic kind—the kind made from bacteria that can reproduce."
Angel added her requirements, looking into the distance. The Black Tulip was rapidly approaching the Future, crossing close alongside it as its cannons took aim once more.
At the same time, the azure sea between the two sailing ships rapidly turned black, as though the space between them had become a domain beyond the reach of the ever-present Blazing Sun.
Within this Dim Space, grotesque and hideous translucent phantoms and Wraiths emerged from the air, looking in this direction. On the sea, rotting Zombies floated up one after another, floundering as they gradually brought the seawater to a boil.
Then, these undead creatures charged toward the Future like a tidal wave.
Boom—
A continuous barrage of cannon fire rang out. The Black Tulip's second volley arrived first, as though clearing a path for the undead army, hurling countless shells toward the Future.
Seeing this, Anderson, who had just kicked away a black monster burning with dazzling flames, scrambled toward the rail. He tossed aside the Jet-Black Short Sword, extended his right hand, and spread his fingers forward.
Orange flames emerged from his fingertips and rapidly condensed into fiery birds. Angel had once seen this ability from Ms. D, but compared with a Shepherd who had Grazed a Pyromaniac, the Reaper's control over these firebirds was clearly on another level. They