Demoness of Sequence 3
The blood on the floor quickly outlined and formed a mysterious and strange symbol.
Luther sensed danger from the symbol and immediately retreated, increasing the distance between himself and Tracy.
The moment the symbol was fully formed, a strange fluctuation appeared, followed by ripples above it. A delicate white hand emerged from it, then an arm, then a body, and finally, a woman stood on the floor of the Captain's Cabin of the Black Death.
The woman wore a very simple white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing a pair of long, shapely, snow-white legs. She had the same black hair and blue eyes as Tracy, and was pure and beautiful, with eyes as innocent and pure as a newborn fawn.
However, this girlish presence made Luther extremely oppressed. His Spiritual Intuition was screaming, reminding Luther that the other party was a powerful extraordinary being, Demigod of Sequence 3!
The White Robe Sequence 3 Demoness turned her slender, pale neck, scanned the surroundings, and assessed the situation.
"Please save the captain!"
The oppressive aura of High Sequence extraordinary being was suffocating. The blonde maid trembled under her gaze, yet still pleaded in a trembling voice. Tracy herself, on the verge of collapse, remained silent, merely watching her with a complex expression.
Having seen Tracy's gaze, the White Robe Demoness's delicate lips curled slightly, as if a smile was about to bloom. She finally fixed her gaze on Luther.
The next instant, everything around her suddenly turned pitch black.
Wrong.
It wasn't a pure color, but countless fine black textures, like strands of long, jet-black hair! The hair danced wildly as if it had a life of its own, like black venomous snakes!
"Brush!"
A sense of crisis surged into Luther's heart in an instant, and he Consciousness tried to escape from the encirclement of the black-haired man.
Then, his thoughts froze at that moment.
His entire body had turned grayish-white, stiff and motionless, like a stone sculpture. Not only him, but the hull of the "Black Death" ship that the White Robe Demoness was facing had also turned grayish-white. With the Demoness as the boundary, everything in front of her was Petrification.
From a distance, the Black Death appeared as a strange vessel, half wood and half stone; half yellowish-brown and half grayish-white.
"Is this the legendary [Blood Bishop]?"
The White Robe Demoness approached Luther and scrutinized him closely, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her voice was soft and melodious, her demeanor innocent and lively, possessing a natural, youthful allure.
Is he dead?
Tracy struggled to her feet with the help of her maid.
"Not yet."
The Sequence 3 Demoness turned back and gave her a reproachful look, "Why didn't you contact your mother sooner? Do you know you almost died?"
As she spoke, her demeanor underwent a new transformation, as if she had transformed from an innocent girl into a gentle and caring mother. An alluring and mature charm emanated from her, and the blonde maid, who had been terrified just moments before, stared at her blankly, her eyes glazed over.
"Alright, you can handle the rest yourself. I'm taking him with me."
The White Robe Demoness spoke, and invisible spider silk spread out, coiling around the stone sculpture that the [Blood Bishop] had turned into. She reached out and stroked the face that, though Petrification, was still exquisite, her eyes filled with a hazy, alluring light.
"Hehe, he's really handsome."
She murmured to herself.
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Upon hearing the White Robe Demoness speak, Tracy, standing behind her, clearly showed a look of disgust, as if she had seen something extremely filthy and Filth.
But soon, her expression turned terrified:
He moved!
Sure enough, with a slight "crack" sound, countless cracks began to appear on the stone on Luther's body.
The next instant, a dark shadow surged out from the gap!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island.
"Boom!"
The whistling shells flew over the Sailor's heads and struck the edge of the mainmast of the "Doe," instantly exploding into a large cloud of flying sawdust.
I'll kill you all!
A splinter of wood grazed Philia's ear, but he was too engrossed in the battle to notice. He did his best to assist the gunners, moving shells, cleaning the breech, and trying to get his side fired as soon as possible.
Opposite them, two pirate ships belonging to the Vice Admiral of Ailment were bombarding them relentlessly, with cannon fire raining down all around them.
"It would be great if the captain or the first mate were on this ship."
During a lull in the fighting, Philia expressed her sincere hope.
The Blood Pirates had a shortage of human crew members, and the remaining vacancies were filled by the captain's Flesh Puppet. These Puppet were fine for mechanical tasks such as steering the ship and operating cannons, but they were still not as agile as human crew members. In order to make the pursuit more effective, Anderson dispersed the crew to various ships, and went to one of them himself.
At this moment, the highest-ranking officer remaining on the "Doe" is Sailor "Sea Serpent" Walter, which significantly reduces the ship's combat effectiveness.
"Everyone, hold on tight!"
Helmsman Rube's roar echoed across the deck. Before the Sailor could react, he forcefully turned the rudder, sending the ship slicing through the sea in a dangerous arc. The entire ship lurched, and the salty waves crashed violently against the hull, drenching everyone from head to toe.
"Puff!"
Philia struggled to her feet, looked around, and blankly spat out a mouthful of seawater.
"Wind!"
Suddenly, he heard a deep, ancient voice behind him. A stern-faced man rushed to the edge of the ship's railing and threw a metallic glitter at his feet. A gust of wind followed, lifting his body and propelling him faster toward the pirate ship opposite.
Philia quickly recognized the man as the strange fellow who had climbed aboard the Doe earlier, and who seemed to know the captain well.
He can fly like the captain.
Philia watched the man's departing figure with some envy when suddenly, she heard the Sailor's exclamations behind her.
"Kalvetua, look, what is that?"
The sea has frozen over!
"Was it the captain who did it?"
Philia turned his head at the sound and saw that on the other side of the Concealment island, a large expanse of ice, filled with icy cold air, had formed on the sea surface, almost the size of a small island!
A bone-chilling cold spread across the ice, freezing the Black Death, half stone and half wood, solid. Due to the difference in materials, it was completely broken in two, the edges clearly separated from the top.
"I'm truly surprised that it can even resist 'Petrification'. No wonder it was able to break into the Sodela Palace on its own."
The White Robe Demoness softly praised her, surrounded by glittering ice crystals, making her look holy and beautiful. But at the same time, her robe was open to the side, exposing her fair thighs directly to the cold air, making it impossible to look away.
Opposite her, a vast expanse of deep black shadows gathered on the white ice surface, and a small Giant clad in black armor, its eyes flashing Red Light, raised its Greatsword.