Landing on the Island
We meet again.
Old-fashioned gentleman Barros Hopkins said with a smile.
The massive black sailboat was very close, blocking out the sunlight and casting a heavy, expansive shadow over their ship. Luther was tense, watching the old-fashioned gentleman on the opposite ship with extreme vigilance.
How did the "King of the Black Throne" end up here?
Where is the Queen? Why didn't she catch up?
Damn it! After so much hardship, I finally arrived at this island and saw hope for advancement, but at this crucial moment, I ran into this troublesome guy again!
Calm
Luther took a deep breath.
"Whoosh--"
He immediately summoned Phantom Tide to protect his spirit.
"Boom!"
On the large black ship, the Sailor quickly adjusted the cannons, their dark muzzles pointing downwards from all sides of the ship, displaying a silent intimidation.
As for Barros himself, he observed them with great interest. The next moment, transparent ripples, like water, appeared around his wheelchair, quickly spreading out and blending into the surrounding environment.
Something seemed to have changed imperceptibly.
"Whoosh!"
In Luther's mind, the Phantom Tide surged and he reacted automatically. Then, with a "crack," as if large pieces of glass around him had shattered, he suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the false dream.
"Ahh."
Beside him, Anderson lay with his eyes closed, trapped in a terrifying Nightmare. Though his face was filled with intense terror, he was unable to wake up!
"Oh"
Seeing this, the old-fashioned gentleman on the bow gently shook his head. "To be able to resist the Dream I [Weaving], you are indeed extraordinary."
This guy was trying to pull me into Dream Infiltration!
Luther stared coldly at him, his right hand outstretched, and a blazing Sword of Lava quickly formed; in his left sleeve, "Pain" was also secretly clenched, ready to be unleashed at any moment. Behind him, more than a dozen Flesh Puppet surged onto the deck, their bodies crimson, echoing the ripples on his red robe, seemingly merging into one.
"Calm down, don't be so impulsive."
Barros ran his fingers along the armrest of his wheelchair, his eyes fixed on Luther, and said calmly, "We can still talk."
What should we talk about? How did you attack me before?
Luther stared at him coldly.
The other party is a high-level extraordinary individual in the "Spectator" Pathway. How could I possibly chat with him? If we chat, he might exploit my psychological weaknesses, modify my will, and turn me into his Puppet!
"Don't worry, as long as that special quality of yours exists, I won't be able to control you for a while. At least for now, we can still talk."
The King of the Black Throne seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled.
He continued:
"That black key doesn't belong to you, nor are you obligated to safeguard it for the Queen. It's merely a heavy burden in your possession. I expect you to return it to me, and I will pay you a generous reward."
"It would be best if we could resolve this without conflict. If possible, I don't want you to get hurt."
Barros' tone was gentle and sincere, with subtle hints that made one feel compelled to agree.
Luther responded with a cold laugh.
You've got it backwards, haven't you?
He decisively retorted, "The reason you haven't made a move isn't because you don't want to hurt me, but because you're afraid of me."
This guy is afraid of that Tide!
Otherwise, if we pair Sequence 3 with Sequence 5, what's the point of all this nonsense!
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The "King of the Black Throne" paused subtly for a moment, then smiled again. This time, his smile was much deeper. The giant ship he was on began to tremble slightly, and the expressionless Sailor began loading ammunition.
This is the second time you've rejected me.
Barros sighed, "Really not going to give it to us?"
Give it to your mom.
"Boom!"
Before Luther could even utter a curse, he saw an explosion occur on the King of the Black Throne's Flagship; it had been bombarded!
"Sizzle."
The Flagship's sails were Corrosion a strange energy, instantly creating large holes. What struck it were not ordinary cannonballs, but the product of enchantment. Looking towards the distance from where the cannonballs came from, the "Dawn" could be seen on the sea several miles away.
It's the "Queen Mystic" Bernadette!
She finally arrived! Oh no!
Luther was initially overjoyed, but then his expression hardened, and he became extremely vigilant.
He quickly looked at "King of the Black Throne" Barros.
If Barros still had the strength to contend with him just now, now that the Queen has appeared, he has no spare time. He must seize the key by the most drastic means before the Queen arrives, even if he still has some reservations, he is willing to take some risks!
In other words, Luther is facing his biggest crisis right now!
Just as Luther had expected, Barros narrowed his eyes, and an invisible wave gathered around him.
Here, that's what you wanted!
But before Barros could activate his ability, Luther shouted. A black key had appeared in his right hand, attracting Barros's attention. The Spirituality emanating from the Black Key was very special; without a doubt, it was the real deal!
The "King of the Black Throne" couldn't help but look at the key, seeing it being grabbed by Luther, arced through the air, and thrown into the Sea?!
"Bang!"
At the same moment, Luther's body transformed into a fireball and shot towards the fog-shrouded island. He didn't even hesitate to throw away the key and plunged into the dangerous depths of the fog.
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Barros's gaze lingered on the fading flames of Luther for a moment, and after seeing him completely disappear into the Fog, he did not try to stop him. Sensing the rapidly approaching Queen, he shifted his gaze back and began to connect with the spirits of the fish in the water, instructing them to search for traces of the key where it had fallen.
This is the most important thing to him!
Unfortunately, the "King of the Black Throne" will be disappointed this time.
"He's back after all."
Luther looked at the Black Key in his palm and sneered. The key that Roselle made was not so simple. It had already been shown in previous experiments that when it was too far away from the bound holder, it would return to the holder in a strange way.
Idiot, go try to fish it out of the sea. You'd be lucky to catch it.
He put the key back into his body and looked around.
The Fog was thick and silent, and visibility was very low. Although we had only just reached the edge, outside sounds were already completely blocked out.
"Whoosh"
The sound of the Tide echoed in Luther's mind. He took a deep breath and walked into the depths of the Fog.