"Leaving?"
"The 'Hell Admiral' ran away?"
"Storms above, I'm still alive. I didn't turn into a zombie or a skeleton."
The pirates on the Future cheered, tossing their hats or wigs into the air to celebrate surviving the undead army's assault.
Next, they saw Sifa dragging Levtor back onto the deck. As they looked at the two men, the pirates' expressions grew complicated—surprise, admiration, and, more than anything else, awe.
Those two had actually dared to board the Black Tulip. That wasn't courage anymore. It was madness!
What shocked them even more was that the two had driven Ludwell away. He was the Hell Admiral, and the most terrifying of the Seven Admirals!
Although they hadn't fought him alone, when had Ludwell ever given anyone a chance to duel him one-on-one? The undead creatures aboard the Black Tulip always swarmed their opponents. Thus, being able to board the Hell Admiral's flagship and drive Ludwell away with the help of the undead creatures was already an achievement worth boasting about.
"Captain Rayleigh is truly powerful. His strength has definitely reached the Admiral level. What a pity he's an adventurer, not a pirate. Otherwise, the sea would have gained another admiral."
Amid the pirates' discussion, Sifa dragged Levtor down onto the deck. The moment they landed, the Marionette fell uncontrollably onto the deck. Levtor had already dispelled his Dawn Armor. The bloodstains on the clothes over his chest had grown increasingly obvious and spread farther.
Frank, who was both a Toxin Expert and a doctor, ran over. He tore away the clothing on the Marionette's chest, and when he saw the injury, he immediately sucked in a cold breath.
The muscles on Levtor's chest had already begun to rot. Yellow pus seeped from the several puncture wounds, and his body was heading