King of the Black Throne

Luther didn't know how long his Illusion lasted; it might have been a moment, or it might have lasted several minutes.

In the sea ahead, there was an island formed from ruins. Huge rocks were piled up, walls had collapsed, and the terrifying panting sound came from within. For others, the sound only made them feel uncomfortable, but for Luther, the sound was powerfully assaulting his mind.

In his agony, Luther seemed to conjure an image in his mind: a large, rotting corpse buried under rubble. He was long dead, but his pale, lifeless eyes remained open, and his mouth was agape, endlessly emitting Filth breaths.

I can't listen to this anymore.

Luther thought decisively, and he immediately took the initiative to summon the Phantom Tide in his mind. As the sound of the tide rose, the pollution of the sound was instantly dispelled from his body.

Are you alright?

Bernadette asked.

"It's barely acceptable, please leave as soon as possible."

Luther struggled to his feet, his face pale.

Upon arriving in this peculiar sea area, he received a welcoming gift.

The Dawn immediately filled its sails and quickly left the island behind. The panting gradually subsided until it was completely inaudible.

"That voice comes from the True Creator."

The Queen offered a simple explanation.

"Hmm, pretty much the same as what I usually hear."

Luther nodded in agreement.

This feeling of Filth and blasphemy, this intense spiritual immersion, came from that evil god he knew so well.

Only

Why a corpse?

He murmured to himself.

If the True Creator is clearly not dead, why does that corpse utter His delirious murmurs?

The Queen glanced at him.

I advise you not to investigate too deeply.

She said, "This sea area is extremely dangerous. Many ruins contain remnants of divine power, which can bring terrible consequences to anyone who gets close. I can't guarantee that I will escape unscathed either. Therefore, we have no choice but to proceed along the known safe routes."

". OK."

Luther had witnessed a battle between gods in his Illusion, and he agreed with the Queen's words.

After resting for a while, his mental state gradually recovered.

Although the sun shines at midday over this sea, time still keeps flowing.

The Queen's many Invisible Servant were busy in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous lunch for the guests aboard the Dawn. Even Luna received a special cat meal, a mixture of caviar and grains, which she ate with great relish, her eyes glistening with tears.

As for Luther, he and the Queen sat in an elegantly decorated restaurant, the long table laden with Intis- style delicacies: pan-seared foie gras, beef in red wine, tender steak, and assorted smoked meats.

Have a safe journey.

The Queen raised a glass of red wine.

Roselle wasn't any better; he didn't leave Intis any good food.

Luther thought to himself, raising his glass of water as well, "Cheers."

For most ocean-going vessels, light beer is usually used instead of drinking water to prevent water from spoiling. But this is the "Queen Mystic," so the ship naturally has ways to provide fresh water.

Luther picked up his knife and fork. He had grown accustomed to these two utensils during his time in Loen, and skillfully used them to cut the tender steak, picking up a piece and putting it into his mouth.

"How about it?"

The Queen asked casually.

"It's very good, but it would be even better if it were a little more tender."

Luther replied, "For example, like medium-rare, no, half-cooked?"

The Queen looked at him with a smile.

"Don't worry, the kitchen will provide you with a batch of raw beef after you finish eating."

That would be perfect.

Luther nodded.

He finally felt relieved and began to savor the food. To be honest, he had never eaten foie gras in his previous life, and he didn't know if it was any different from this world. The first bite was indeed very fragrant, but after a few more bites it became a bit greasy. The smoked meat, on the other hand, had a unique flavor and tasted quite good.

"By the way, Your Queen, I would like to know, where in this sea does my 'Black Knight' Beyonder Characteristic reside? And in what form does it exist?"

Luther sliced the foie gras, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time. At the time, the Queen had only given a "Prophecy" without any further explanation, and he had followed her into this dangerous sea entirely out of trust.

"That Characteristic... he's still human."

The Queen's answer surprised him.

"Ah?"

Luther was slightly taken aback, then quickly understood, "Is it Saint from the Aurora Order?"

"That's right. Leomaster, the 'Saint of Darkness' of the Aurora Order, led a group of Saint to the Sanctuary of the True Creator, but the Fleet got lost in these waters and all of them died, leaving only himself trapped inside."

The Queen said, "As long as you kill him, you can obtain the Beyonder Characteristic of the 'Black Knight' from him. You shouldn't mind killing a member of the Aurora Order, right?"

"Certainly."

A cold glint flashed in Luther's eyes. For his sister's revenge, he had already sworn to wipe out all members of the Aurora Order. Killing a high-ranking member of the Aurora Order was naturally no problem. Especially with the Queen's assistance, the two of them working together were confident of defeating a Sequence 4.

"But as a Demigod, shouldn't he have some ability to protect himself here? Since the pilgrimage group has been completely wiped out, why doesn't he leave and return alone?"

He suddenly thought of a question and asked it.

The Queen nodded.

"Because."

The next moment, both of them changed color.

Because a giant ship appeared.

The giant ship's hull blocked out the sunlight, casting shadows over the dining room. Through the dining room windows, the two could see that it was a huge, black Ships. This ship appeared without warning on the sea surface very close to the Dawn, the two ships being only about ten meters apart.

For the two giant ships, the distance was almost touching!

What's most unbelievable is that just a moment ago, the Dawn was surrounded by calm, golden sea, but the next instant, the ship suddenly appeared.

It was as if it had been drifting in the void and only appeared now, or as if they hadn't noticed it at all before, and it only attracted their attention when it showed a willingness to communicate!

The two quickly rushed out of the cabin.

Looking at the nearby ship from the outside, the sense of oppression is even stronger. This giant ship is also a sailing wooden vessel, but it has a large number of cannons on both sides, and at the very bow, there is even a huge cannon muzzle shaped like Dragon.

Similar to the Dawn, this giant ship was also empty, with only one figure on the deck.

This was an elderly man, sitting in a black wheelchair, his face pale, with long, pale yellow eyebrows and neatly combed hair. At this moment, the old man was looking at Bernadette, a gentle and calm smile on his face.

"Your Queen, please return that item to me."

The old man said.

The Queen, however, showed deep apprehension towards him and did not reply.

"Your Queen, he is..."

Luther asked in surprise.

For a Pirate King to show such an expression, the other party must be extraordinary!

Bernadette took a deep breath and said, "This guy is Barros Hopkins."

"At sea, he was also known as the King of the Black Throne."