[Revised] Admiral of Blood and Death Announcer

"Warship?"

Luther frowned as he looked at the powerful ironclad warship.

As they drew closer, the details of the warship became clearer. The flag of the Intis Republic flew over its bridge, and the sailors bustling about on the deck wore white uniforms with gold trim on the collars and sleeves—the standard uniform of the Intis Navy.

The Fog Sea is within Intis's sphere of influence, so the presence of this country's navy seems normal. But isn't it a bit too coincidental that they encountered their warships in this very area right at this crucial moment—when they were searching for the "Black Throne"?

Luther subtly sensed that something was amiss.

He soon discovered that the sailors were not simply sailing. In the center of the deck, Group One clergymen dressed in white robes were observing the surrounding fog and Record, using complex instruments.

What are these guys doing?

Luther thought to himself, descended the altitude, and swooped down toward the warship.

He wanted to get down on the deck, subdue these people, and get to the bottom of things!

But just as Luther was gradually descending, his dive suddenly stopped abruptly, and he came to an abrupt halt just tens of meters above the warship.

"Call!"

The intense air currents swirled and roared around him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the space not far ahead.

As he got closer, he realized that there was something around the warship.

It was a transparent membrane that enveloped the warship from all sides, completely surrounding it. This membrane had a faint golden hue, barely noticeable in the mist; if it weren't for his Spirituality instincts, he would have crashed into it directly.

To be honest, this membrane offered no protection whatsoever; Luther could easily break through it if he wanted to. Yet, he sensed an invisible force emanating from it, as if it were a Contract linking him to a powerful extraordinary being.

As an expert in Ritual, Luther knew very well that this type of Contract Ritual was the most troublesome. If he touched this membrane, he would inevitably be discovered by the person hidden behind it!

"Damn it..."

He couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Given the current unclear situation, it would be unwise to rashly expose himself, especially since he had important matters to attend to. Therefore, after a moment's consideration, he decided to let the warship go for the time being and continue forward towards his original destination— Aroca Island.

The sea breeze whistled past Luther's ears as he flew at high speed, his expression slightly somber.

This journey to find the "Black Throne" may not be as smooth as expected.

In the harbor of a Concealment island on the outskirts of the God War Ruins in the Sonia Sea.

A huge sailboat is moored in the crimson liquid. Its total length is nearly two hundred meters, with its bow and stern raised high, making it resemble a crescent moon.

Its paint job is pure black, with three layers of cannons arranged in a staggered pattern on both sides. The deck protrudes and the mast is towering. It is not a three-masted sailing ship that is popular at the time. The entire ship has only one mast, with a sail painted with a black tombstone hanging high on it.

The Flagship of "King of Immortality" Agalito, the Death Announcer!

This enormous sailing ship, imbued with an ominous aura, was bathed in a crimson light. Although it was Daytime, the ship, shrouded in shadow, appeared so terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Numerous ships were anchored around the Death Announcer, surrounding it like servants of a king. This was the Fleet of the "King of Immortality" Agalito, which was undergoing repairs in this safe harbor.

An eerily quiet atmosphere permeated this safe haven.

Surprisingly, these ships were not uninhabited. On the decks, inside the cabins... numerous pirates mingled, from the Death Announcer to the slightly smaller escort ships, and then to the outermost small Ships; every ship had people, yet none of them spoke.

All the pirates faced the Death Announcer in unison, bowed their heads, and showed their loyalty.

"Sizzle..."

The entire harbor was filled with that vivid crimson red. Suddenly, the liquid began to change; its surface began to mist, rising upwards and gradually filling the air throughout the harbor.

The pirates, bathed in a blood-red Fog, wore smug and Distortion smiles.

In that instant, a red light seemed to flicker within their bodies, absorbing the Fog. This made their condition increasingly terrifying, as if they had transcended the realm of humanity and become servants of Devil.

The eerie silence was suddenly broken.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of churning seawater could be heard, and a much smaller three-masted sailing ship appeared outside the harbor.

At the bow of the three-masted sailing ship, a transparent figure emerged from the void, gradually solidifying. He wore an old tricorn hat, had deep-set eyes, a pale face, and two black mustaches.

"The Admiral of Blood", Senor.

"Brush!"

All the pirates who had been enjoying the Blood Fog with their heads down simultaneously opened their eyes and looked up at the uninvited guest who had trespassed into their Devil gathering. Their eyes were filled with cruel and cold malice as they sized up the Pirate Admiral, seemingly ready to make him a new sacrifice for this gathering.

"Greetings to you, great Death Announcer, and King of Immortality."

As if oblivious to the terrifying gazes, "Admiral of Blood" stopped his ship a few dozen meters from the black Single-Masted Sailing Ship, removed his tricorn hat and pressed it to his chest, bowing to the other side.

"I'm here on behalf of the 'Rose School of Thought' to discuss cooperation with you."

Senor struggled to control his throat, trying to keep his voice from trembling. As a master of the ship and a mid-level member of the cult, he hadn't experienced such pure fear in a long time.

"Do you desire lavish sacrifices? Do you desire Filth souls? If our school's scheme succeeds, none of these will be problems."

He continued, Consciousness gripping his hat, inside which lay the life-saving artifact left to him by the Demigod Shanks. He would activate it immediately should the dreaded "Oathbreaker" do anything strange.

"The King of Immortality" Agalito sat on the deck, his face even paler Senor's, so pale he looked like a living corpse. He glanced indifferently at "Admiral of Blood" Senor.

"Get on board and tell me in detail."

Agalito said, "I'm somewhat interested in this topic."

"Heh, never mind."

Senor chuckled dryly, his eyes filled with wariness. "I think communicating here is fine."

Their Mother Tree had already warned them about the strangeness of the ship.

He had no desire to become a slave to the "Death Announcer" like those pathetic pirates.