Stepping forward, Jack's Heavy Armored Zombie followed close behind. With the Bone Armor inscribed upon him, Jack's strength surged dramatically.
With one slash, he knocked aside the blade coming from the opponent's tentacle, then swung back and severed a section of it.
The Blood Moon cultist opposite him let out a muffled grunt, yet still threw a punch at Jack's scimitar. The clash of metal rang out again, but this time, the one being suppressed had changed—and naturally, it was not Jack.
It was the Blood Moon cultist. The sound of bones cracking came from his forearm. Strengthened by both the Crimson Ring and Bone Armor, Jack was stronger than him.
The scimitar on the other tentacle struck Jack at the same time they exchanged blows, nearly splitting open his Bone Armor, but it did not injure him.
Moreover, supported by Jack's magic power, the Bone Armor repaired itself rapidly and returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
Jack's Heavy Armored Zombies had also rushed over and began hacking wildly at the enemy. Jack did not stop attacking either.
Though the enemy had gained two tentacle arms, Jack had gained four Heavy Armored Zombies. After a flurry of exchanges, the Blood Moon cultist was driven back again and again.
Although he had blocked nearly all of Jack's attacks, the Walking Corpses still left numerous blade wounds across his body. Blood poured from them, carrying not only a bloody stench but also the smell of fish.
Jack ignored the abnormality in his blood. At that moment, he had only one thought: kill that bastard.
Finally, as the battle dragged on, the enemy revealed a fatal opening. Jack used a Walking Corpse to take a blow for him, closed in, and plunged his blade into the man's abdomen.
He followed with an elbow strike to the man's cheek, leaving him dazed. The Walking Corpse that had long been waiting beside them swung its blade at his neck.
However, those two tentacles seemed to possess independent consciousness and actually moved to block the attack. But it was useless. Jack struck as well; they blocked the Walking Corpse's slash, but not Jack, who was right in front of them.
With one slash, he beheaded the man. As the body slowly fell, the two tentacles on its back rapidly Withered. Jack felt no joy and silently walked over to Higgs's corpse.
The young man who had just been slapped around and kicked by him, always wearing that cheeky grin, now lay there with his skull split open.
He had had a chance to save Higgs's soul. He believed that if he could obtain Higgs's soul, then with the Captain's methods, even if Higgs could not be revived, he could at least continue living in another form.
It was not as if Jack had never experienced the death of comrades, but pirate companions were completely different from those aboard the Undead. On the Undead, there was no need to be on guard. These young men might be fierce and cruel toward others.
But in front of him, each of them was honest and foolish. He had no children. Saying that he regarded them as children might have been giving Jack's character too much credit, but he truly felt close to these young men—especially Higgs.
That was why Higgs's death made him so furious.
Creak—
Only then did Yang Mu's door open. Yang Mu calmly emerged from his room with two First-Order Undead.
He came before Jack and Higgs's corpse.
"Put away his body. Higgs will become the first Special Undead you personally modify. Burn the one you killed and use him to increase your Mental Power."
As Yang Mu spoke, five more figures appeared behind him: three Werewolf Ghouls and two Armed Skeletons.
"Kill them all."
When you encounter advertisements such as "Are you a real person?", there is no need to pay attention to them. Just close them. Do not scan QR codes or send text messages!
As Yang Mu's words fell, the figures behind him moved. Within only a few breaths, screams rang out one after another. The Blood Moon cultists dressed as missionaries, along with the pirates watching nearby, were all killed.
More than a hundred corpses lay scattered around.
Watching a spectacle—especially one involving a Necromancer—required strength. Otherwise, one might pay the Necromancer with one's life at any moment.
Yang Mu gathered all the souls into his hand. He lightly raised the hand holding his staff, then pointed it downward. A spell formation appeared at the tip of the staff and flashed away.
Zombie Reanimation.
Following Yang Mu's low chant, the more than one hundred corpses around him rose to their feet. Yang Mu calmly walked onward. Everyone he encountered along the way, no matter who they were, became targets of the undead.
Every so often, Yang Mu cast Zombie Reanimation. The army of undead under his command grew larger and larger. Whenever his Mental Power was depleted, Yang Mu burned the souls in his hand and used them as Mental Power potions.
By the time he reached the Blood Moon Church's cathedral, more than three thousand Walking Corpses followed at his side, swaying behind him like a horde of zombies.
Other than the Walking Corpses, no pirate dared approach. A Necromancer unleashed in slaughter was utterly terrifying.
Every district on Shipwreck Island had its own ruler. Beyond this district, the rulers of several other districts had already been alerted.
Every one of them was Second-Order Life. Beings of that level could no longer be eliminated through ordinary worldly forces. In this era, there were no weapons capable of destroying them.
But when they saw the dense mass of Walking Corpses before them, they hesitated. Although these Walking Corpses were beneath their notice and could be killed easily, there were simply too many of them.
To gather so many Walking Corpses in such a short time, the other side's strength had clearly surpassed the ordinary world as well.
The Blood Moon Church had obviously offended someone, and a conflict had broken out between the two sides. Naturally, they took pleasure in the misfortune. After some thought, none of them went to see what had happened, lest they be dragged into it. They merely waited silently for the outcome.
At the Blood Moon Cathedral, the massive hall built on Shipwreck Island stood with its doors wide open. Numerous people dressed as missionaries stood inside, and at the highest point, beneath a strange statue—
An old man stood upon the pulpit. He wore a gradient-red robe, with enormous red moons on both his chest and back. There was no white in his eyes, only drifting red mist.
"Blasphemer, you shall face judgment, fall into endless illusion, and suffer eternal torment."
The old man spread his hands and spoke as though chanting. At the same time, an invisible force spread from his body.
Seven Black Pearls on Yang Mu's wrist shattered in succession, their cracking sounds ringing out continuously. Only the final layer of protection barely blocked the invisible attack.
"Second-Order Life. No wonder. No wonder you people are so lawless."
"You are the ones being lawless. In the domain of the gods, you must obey the will of the gods."
Before the old man above could speak, a missionary at the side jumped out first.
Whoosh! A streak of black light swept across. The upper half of the speaking missionary vanished, along with many people behind him. Everyone standing along that straight line disappeared.
Behind them, a black hole of unknown depth appeared.
"Since when did dogs get to bark when their master is speaking?"
Before you continue