Bernadette's Death?

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The Flagship of the King of the Black Throne fired in succession, sparks flying from the cannons as heavy shells struck various parts of the Dawn. An invisible barrier responded with a deafening crash, blocking the shells, but the impact still caused the ship to rock.

Luther squinted at him.

He saw the shells, fired from the barrier, violently spun under the force of their powerful kinetic energy until they exhausted all their strength and fell into the sea.

Meow~

Luna stared intently at the barrage of shells, her small head bobbing back and forth in sync with their trajectory.

Silly cat, aren't you afraid of getting hit?

Luther thought to himself, picked up the black cat, and used "Flaming Jump" to enter the Dawn's cabin, locking it in an empty room. Then, ignoring the cat's scratching at the door in protest, he rushed back onto the deck.

"Boom!"

Just as they rushed onto the deck, the ship shook violently again, but this time it wasn't from the enemy's cannon fire, but from the Dawn itself—its invisible Servants were maneuvering the cannons to retaliate!

Compared to the King of the Black Throne's Ships, the Dawn had fewer cannons, only a handful. However, these cannons were decorated with strange patterns, which began to glow after the Servants loaded them, and the fired shells also shone with a powerful light.

Enchanted cannonballs!

Before Luther could even process what was happening, he discovered that the cannonballs had also failed to have any effect. The King of the Black Throne's Ships flickered eerily, and the cannonballs seemed to have struck nothing but the void, passing through the ship and falling into the Sea.

"Crack!"

Finally, the transparent barrier on the Dawn shattered, and several shells hit the deck.

As the two giant ships clashed cannons, the distance between them continued to close. The pirates under the King of the Black Throne stood on the ship's railing, brandishing their gleaming longswords and letting out savage howls.

"Whoosh--"

The seawater between the two ships was squeezed and splashed up, its fishy smell soaking the deck. As the barrier shattered, the pirates jumped onto the Dawn. These men were quite skilled, and a small portion of them even radiated Spirituality glow, clearly extraordinary!

Meanwhile, on the Queen's side, numerous toy soldiers lined up, pointed their rifles at the pirates, and fired simultaneously.

"Bang!"

Half of the pirates who rushed forward were hit, some falling silently, others clutching their wounds and howling. But the rest of the pirates had already made their way up the slippery deck and were locked in combat with the soldiers. The extraordinary ones among them began to unleash their abilities, leading the pirates to gain the upper hand. Gunshots, screams, and the sound of waves mingled together, making the scene extremely chaotic.

Just then, the Queen made her move.

Before Bernadette, dressed in knight's attire and with long, slender legs, a long spear was rapidly materializing. The spear was of an ancient design, stained with dark red blood from its tip to its shaft.

The blood, soaking into the spear, seemed to have become a part of it, exuding a terrifying sense of destruction and a bloody stench. It was hard to imagine what kind of great being this spear had once harmed, for even its remaining blood could produce such a horrifying effect.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and only Bernadette, holding the spear, could move. She hurled the spear at the "King of the Black Throne," Barros, opposite her!

All sound vanished, and Luther's gaze was fixed solely on the gun, watching it pierce the air, its tip stained with dark red blood drawing ever closer to Barros's chest.

"The Spear of Longinus!"

A weapon that once harmed a great being!

Luther didn't recognize the weapon. He only saw that Barros opposite him was on high alert, his usually composed face showing panic for the first time. The king of the sea gripped the sides of his wheelchair, seemingly preparing to use some method to deal with the weapon.

But the "Queen Mystic" did not stop there. A strange glint seemed to flash deep in her eyes. It was a deep and Concealment probing, as if she were immersed in the long river of Fate and had grasped a moment that was destined to happen.

She "Prophecy" Barros's fate!

"You actually..."

An expression of disbelief appeared on Barros's face, and his movements suddenly became pale and powerless, as if no matter what he did, it was destined to be ineffective!

It was this brief moment of distraction that allowed the Spear of Longinus to follow.

"Boom!"

The blood-stained spear absorbed the presence of both ships, instantly traversing space and piercing the chest of "King of the Black Throne," Barros.

The old man's face froze in surprise as he took the brunt of the spear's thrust. His wheelchair proved invaluable at that moment, sliding him backward until the wheelchair and the man were pinned to the cabin's outer wall by the spear before finally coming to a stop.

At the same time, the spear suddenly turned blood red, as if it had absorbed all the blood from Barros's body!

"Cough cough."

Pale-faced Barros struggled to grasp the spear, seemingly trying to pull it out. But he had become extremely weak, with no strength left in his hands. After a few fruitless attempts, his arm fell limply to his side, and he died.

Is it really that simple?

Luther was astonished by the power of the spear. The Queen was clearly so powerful; there was absolutely no need for her to avoid battle.

"That's right, the Queen is indeed very strong."

Barros smiled and said this beside him.

Luther paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head sharply.

He saw an old-fashioned gentleman in a wheelchair on the deck of the Dawn, smiling at him from the side.

How could that be!

He's already dead!

As if in disbelief, he abruptly turned his head to look at the opposite Ships again, and at the figure impaled by the spear.

The figure was graceful and well-proportioned, dressed in knight's attire. Her handsome face was bloodless, and her beautiful eyes were wide open and lifeless—the person pierced by the spear had somehow become Queen.

Grass!

Luther was horrified, his scalp tingling, and along with the terror came extreme anger and madness.

"Go to hell!"

He roared, uttering a Filth Curse, and at the same time, activated Grazing, causing his body to rapidly expand and complete his Devil Transformation!

The "King of the Black Throne" simply smiled at him, his right hand stroking the armrest of his wheelchair, offering no resistance whatsoever. It was in this very posture that he had faced the Queen Mystic and killed her.

A strong sense of unease welled up in Luther's heart, but he knew even better how terrible hesitation could be. Without hesitation, he spewed magma from his palm, creating a sharp and blazing Greatsword. With this sword, he directly cleaved the King of the Black Throne and his wheelchair in two!

Thump.

Barros' upper body lay on the deck, the cuts charred black.

You have something good about you.

He was still smiling at Luther.