The Nonexistent Ship

After careful analysis, Luther roughly figured out the cause and effect of the whole incident.

Leomaster, the "Saint of Darkness," led a group of Saint through the God War Ruins to the deeper reaches of the Sonia Sea, attempting to meet the True Creator. However, their Fleet encountered Catastrophe on that Mist Island. Leomaster, the leader, suffered a personality split, giving rise to a benevolent one. He then went mad and began to slaughter the Saint.

The remaining members escaped in a ship, but due to the split personality that had also developed within them, they eventually went insane and died.

At this point, the entire pilgrimage group completely collapsed, leaving only Leomaster on the island. In his occasional moments of lucidity, he would use his fingers to create distress signals for the fish to eat. Until Luther followed the fingers and came to him.

"Everything makes sense now."

Luther took a deep breath and thought to himself.

So, how can we safely land on the island?

He paced back and forth in the Square, head bowed in thought, and after a few minutes, he came up with several solutions.

First, he could use his Golden Finger, the Phantom Tide in his mind. That Tide could protect his spirit from the Corrosion of evil gods, and perhaps it could also resist the harm of this island. But this was just wishful thinking on his part, and he had not verified it.

Second, seek help from the Queen. Her methods are complex and varied; she was the one who brought him here in the first place, so she should know the situation and already have a prepared plan. The problem is that the Queen is currently entangled with the King of the Black Throne and may not be able to contact him.

Third, let Leomaster come out on his own. Since he was able to send out a distress signal, he should still have some ability to move when he is conscious. We can use him as bait to lure him onto the ship.

As for how to deal with the "Saint of Darkness" after encountering him, he also had some ideas.

Use Dream!

Luther planned to cooperate with the kind personality in his dream to fight the Black Knight's true form. Once the Black Knight's true form was dead, the kind personality would be no threat and could be easily betrayed. Although it was cruel, he had never shown mercy to the Aurora Order.

When Luther woke up from his dream, the midday sun was shining into the cabin. He stroked the purring black cat beside him and went up to the deck alone.

"Oh, Your Excellency."

Anderson had pulled up a deck chair for himself and was lounging in it, basking in the Sun. He was peeling an apple with a small knife when he saw him come up and asked, "Want an apple?"

There was a bruise on his face.

The bruise wasn't inflicted by Luther, but rather by the "Misfortune" talisman. Every two or three days, Luther would create one for Anderson to use. Using the talisman would cause him to encounter predetermined Misfortune, thus preventing unforeseen calamities from occurring.

This "Misfortune" left him with difficulty walking, causing him to fall repeatedly on the deck and resulting in bruises on his face.

You eat it yourself.

Luther answered calmly, walked to the ship's side, and gazed at the island in the distance.

The "Black Knight" Potion was approaching him step by step, but each step was extremely heavy.

"I said, this island must be our final destination, right?"

Anderson lay back in the chair for a while, then couldn't resist getting up and walking over to him, asking, "Judging from how eager you are for it, is there something important inside that's important to you?"

"You want to know?"

Luther glanced at him.

"In no mood."

Anderson smiled knowingly. "I just hope you achieve your goal soon, so you can set sail and leave this dangerous sea as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he peeled the apple, then flicked the knife and plunged it into Luther's chest and ribs.

"Puff!"

Anderson's movements were fluid and natural, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

When Luther felt the pain and looked at him, his face first showed confusion, then fear.

"It wasn't me!"

Anderson shouted, immediately raising his hands and backing away, as if to show how innocent he was. But just as the two created distance between them, more than a dozen blazing fireballs formed around him, compressed and gathered, and then shot towards Luther!

"Boom boom boom!"

Fireballs hurtled towards Luther one after another, exploding instantly while he was still clutching the wound between his ribs. Crimson flames engulfed him, attempting to Harvest his life.

How is that possible?

Anderson was horrified. He felt as if his body didn't belong to him, and he was doing so many strange things without his knowledge. He wanted to put out the fire, but he was afraid that going there would cause further harm to Luther, so he froze on the spot.

"Brush!"

But just then, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came to life, wriggling and spreading upwards, wrapping around his limbs in an instant, rendering him immobile. Anderson struggled and collapsed onto the deck. He saw the flames dissipate, and there was no sign of Luther —the latter had appeared before him at some unknown time.

What do you want to do?

Luther's wounds had healed, but he looked at him and asked coldly.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"

Anderson laughed bitterly.

Oh no, so incredibly unlucky! I already triggered all the bad luck, why did this still happen?!

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Luther didn't answer immediately. He also found it strange. From any standpoint, Anderson shouldn't have ambushed him; it was clearly disadvantageous for him. Yet he did it anyway, and with an innocent look on his face, as if he really didn't know what was going on.

He was facing the Sequence 5 Hunter, about to examine him carefully, when he suddenly froze.

Anderson's eyes, like mirrors, reflected a scene: the sea he was facing, and in Ocean distance, a giant ship was slowly approaching. It was a large, dark ship, and its appearance seemed somewhat familiar.

--The Flagship of the King of the Black Throne!

Luther abruptly turned around and looked behind him. However, the sea was empty, and he couldn't see the ship at all!

He turned his head again and found that the reflection in Anderson's eyes was magnifying, and the features of the ship were becoming more and more obvious!

How could that be!

Did this ship use some strange ability to conceal its form?

But if that's the case, why are Anderson's eyes able to reflect?

Luther took a Mirror from his pocket, but saw nothing on its surface. The ship was eerily approaching them, yet it didn't manifest in reality.

Could it be that it is sailing in another dimension?

"Did you see a large black ship?"

Luther asked seriously.

"Boat?"

Anderson looked puzzled, then, as if remembering something, said, "I saw the big black ship. I didn't see it, but I felt like I saw it."

There was no need to repeat his self-contradictory words, because the ship in his eyes grew larger and larger, and finally, in the next instant, the ship appeared in the Real World without warning.

On the bow of the ship, the King of the Black Throne, seated in a wheelchair, was smiling at them.