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Luther stood on the extremely hot sea surface.

A faint golden light enveloped his body, shielding him from some of the light and heat from the Miniature Sun. The Grade 0 Sealed Artifact wasn't targeting him, but even its emanating influence required his serious attention.

Even so, Luther's expression still showed great pain.

He was tormented by long-lost Illusion and auditory hallucinations.

"The Lord said, ' Let There Be Light in the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them be signs that appear in the sky to give light on the earth...'"

Amidst the ancient chants, a towering figure, shrouded in holy light, shines in the sky, receiving the reverence of all. The next scene shows a priest in White Robe, his face obscured, sitting at a table, writing Ancient Feysac Script on ordinary Parchment. The script Record obscure and sacred texts.

Suddenly, the person writing the classic text stopped writing, paused for a moment, and looked at Luther.

He was looking at Luther!

The priest's eyes were as calm and pure as a child's, his gaze seemingly traversing thousands of years as he met Luther's eyes.

A sharp pain instantly filled his head, and Luther felt as if his mind was about to explode.

"Whoosh--"

The Phantom Tide quickly rose, dispelling all Illusion. The White Robe priest's calm gaze was swallowed by the tide and disappeared.

"I'm telling you, are you going to lay a hand on me or not?"

Medici's languid voice emanated from within him, "If you delay any longer, your ship will be gone."

"Quiet."

Luther said in a deep voice.

Gazing at the distant Ships and the sphere of light gathering powerful energy in the sky, he took a deep breath and then focused his attention on the head in his hand.

Lieutenant Philip's face was frozen in confusion and terror. He was already dead, with only his head remaining. In his dying moments, he couldn't understand why his body had exploded for no reason, and why the splattered Flesh had turned into another person.

That's right, Luther broke free from the deep parasitism, broke through Philip's body, and returned to reality.

Because the situation is getting worse and worse.

The "Black Throne," entangled by countless chains, was unable to unleash its full power, completely suppressed by Archbishop Pierre, who controlled a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. Especially now, with the situation extremely urgent, if he didn't intervene, this Ghost Ship would truly be in grave danger!

Even Luther was helpless against a combination of Sequence 3 and Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, but fortunately he quickly came up with an idea:

Just remove the chains from the Black Throne!

That's right, she was clearly being restrained by chains. If she could break free, the "Black Throne" would immediately regain its Angel strength, and the current crisis would be easily resolved!

But to fly straight there like that would undoubtedly be suicide.

We need a way, preferably one that will create chaos on the ship.

After communicating with Medici inside his body, Luther had an idea.

Luther placed his hand on the ear of Philip's remaining head, simultaneously releasing the restrictions on the Slot within his body, allowing Medici's Spirit Body to come near his palm. The sea was now filled with holy light specifically targeting the undead, and the "Red Angel" evil spirit dared not come out at all, so it could only move in this way.

"It will work. The owner of this head was previously a member of a Hunter team. I can use him to influence the Hunter on that ship."

Medici said it, and he did it. He spread his Spirituality through Luther's body, speaking into the ear of the deceased through the occult connection between the dead and the Hunter, transmitting his influence.

Soon, Luther saw a great commotion on the ship in the distance. It was unclear what seductive words Medici had said, but the Hunter suddenly launched a sneak attack, piercing the back of the focused Archbishop Pierre, a weak point.

"Now!"

Luther's spirits lifted, and he immediately began to act.

"Boom!"

He immediately hurled a Firearm towards the "Black Throne," his body engulfed in flames. The next instant, he emerged from the flying Firearm. Furthermore, using the Firearm's considerable initial velocity, he summoned a gust of wind, propelling himself forward at an accelerated speed towards the three-masted black sailing ship!

Luther's appearance suddenly changed the situation.

Only then did the two sides realize that there had been a third party hiding in the shadows all along, who had only suddenly launched their attack at this moment!

"Despicable scoundrel!"

Anger flashed in Archbishop Pierre's eyes as he was attacked. Major General François's sneak attack had not caused him much harm, but it had dissipated the energy he had painstakingly accumulated.

As he watched the figure hurtling through the air toward the "Black Throne," his eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and he raised his short staff high once more.

"Buzz!"

During high-speed flight, Luther suddenly sensed danger and forcibly twisted his body in mid-air. A dense, powerful, and intense golden light grazed his body and shot into the sea.

"Boom!"

The seawater surged skyward, creating towering waves, but then quickly evaporated in the air, turning into intense Steam that scorched Luther's body.

"That was close..."

Still shaken, Luther looked at the Black Throne opposite him and immediately summoned the black key, holding it high to show the women on Black Throne.

If he didn't do this, he doubted he would be able to overcome the barriers between them at all!

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The stunningly beautiful woman on deck noticed him, and when she saw the keys in his hand, a complex mix of emotions quickly welled up on her beautiful face. There was surprise, relief, anger, and resentment.

"Splash..."

But regardless of her emotions, the woman still reached out and pointed at him.

In the next instant, the distance between the two, which had been vast, suddenly blurred. Luther had only flown a short distance forward when he was already above the deck, diving towards the rudder.

That's where all the chains originate, where a large black padlock hangs!

"Not good!"

Pierre's eyes narrowed. He was about to raise his short staff to deliver another fatal blow, but it was too late. Luther successfully reached the helm and inserted the black key into the lock.

The key went in smoothly; despite being nearly a hundred years old, it showed no signs of rust. Without a moment's delay, he immediately turned the key and tried to unlock it.

Thump!

And so, under everyone's watchful eyes, the large black lock was successfully unlocked and crashed heavily to the floor.

"Splash..."

All the black chains loosened at the same moment and slid off the ship. The ship, which had been tightly bound, was thus freed.

The chains on the woman in the black dress disappeared, and she slowly raised her head to look at the opposite side.