Exploration

On the dark surface of the Sea, the old-fashioned "Blue Avenger" swayed gently with the rise and fall of the waves, surrounded by endless mist and Sunlight that was difficult to penetrate.

Lumian encountered Alger, the "Storm Messenger," once again.

The holder of the "The Hanged Man" plaque stood on the deck, his dark blue hair still messy, as if constantly being eroded by the Sea Breeze. He had changed his clothes and was no longer dressed as Sailor, but instead wore a blue and gold-patterned captain's coat.

"Explore it yourself." Alger glanced at Lumian beside the "Magician," nodded calmly, and said, "I don't have any experience to share with you. If I did, I would have already figured out all the secrets of this Ghost Ship."

These things had been confirmed by the "Magician" Lady, so Lumian had no doubts. After thanking her, he stepped onto the wooden deck and walked forward step by step.

He unhesitatingly activated the Residual Aura of the "Blood Emperor" in his right palm, but no terrifying sensation emanated from it.

On the contrary, his palms were ice-cold, but inside they burned with Flames pain.

Lumian raised his right hand, glanced at it, and noticed that the originally faint red scar had become slightly more vibrant, but the skin covering it was becoming increasingly Paleness and Aura of Death.

Unsure whether the Residual Aura of the "Blood Emperor" would be unable to activate the most crucial special abilities of this Ghost Ship after being sealed by the "Underworld Daoist"... Lumian circled the Cabin of the "Blue Avenger" with some worry and trepidation.

During this process, he was not attacked by the ropes, nor did he encounter any other adverse effects.

"It seems the Residual Aura of the ' Blood Emperor ' still have some effect, otherwise it wouldn't be so calm..." Lumian muttered to himself as he entered the Cabin and Past room by room.

Alger, the "The Hanged Man," did not follow; he stood at the front of the deck, watching from a distance.

Once Lumian's figure disappeared into the Depths the Cabin, "The Magician" raised his right hand and gently drew a circle in the air with his index finger.

Tiny sparkles of Starlight emerged, first condensing into a transparent Crystal, then expanding into a circular, Dreamlike Curtain.

On the curtain, Lumian's figure appeared, wandering around the Captain's Cabin, occasionally stretching out his right palm to touch different things.

"There should be some gains," the Magician said in a charlatan-like tone.

The Hanged Man nodded slightly, not asking what he would gain or what Change it would bring, because Lady Magician could not Divination the Future, and Lady Hermit could only see some blurry images.

Since Mr. The Fool Slumber, the Major Arcana have explored the Blue Avenger many times, but none of them have been able to unlock the core secrets of this "Ghost Ship" or find the treasures left behind by the Tudor Dynasty.

Because of the unique nature of the "Apprentice" Pathway in this regard, the "Magician" could only help the "The Hanged Man" discover some other secrets, but could not reach the deepest one.

Mr. "Stars" explained it as follows:

"The ' Blue Avenger ' is not only affected by the Distortion Authority of the ' Lawyer ' Pathway, but also exhibits obvious characteristics of exploiting Error, changing its positioning, and Grafting space."

This aligns with the actual situation of the Tudor Dynasty:

Among the five Nobles under Tudor "Blood Emperor" Alista, Amon was the "Thief," the Angel King of the "Error" and "Book" paths, and later even became a corresponding True God. The Ancestors of the Abraham Family, "Men," was the Angel King of the "Apprentice" Pathway, while the Ancestors of the Antigonus Family was the Angel King of the "Seer" Pathway. The Jacob Family had an Angel of the "Error" Pathway, and the Tamara Family had an Angel of the "Apprentice" Pathway.

They clearly possess a very strong ability to exploit Error, change their position, and Grafting new spaces.

If the existence of the "Blue Avenger" and the preservation of its treasure from damage or loss were not taken as prerequisites, "The Magician" believed he could unlock the core secrets of this Ghost Ship. However, in that case, the "Blue Avenger" would be torn to pieces, pieces that could never be restored.

Under the watchful eyes of the two Major Arcana, Lumian searched every room on the upper deck of the Cabin, finding nothing amiss.

He encountered seven or eight Sailor in succession, all of whom, under the captain's orders, did not disturb his exploration.

Reaching the stairs leading to the lower Cabin, Lumian glanced at the dark, seemingly endless bottom, maintaining the Residual Aura aura of the "Blood Emperor," and descended step by step amidst creaking sounds.

As he walked, he suddenly sensed something unusual.

He had been descending for thirty or forty seconds, and normally he should have already stepped onto the floor of the lower Cabin.

The distance between the upper and lower Cabin of the "Blue Avenger" couldn't possibly be so exaggerated that a "Reaper" couldn't walk across it in a few dozen seconds!

Lumian was not surprised but rather pleased by this.

Something's wrong, that's a good sign!

If there is absolutely no abnormality, it can only mean that the residual aura of the "Blood Emperor" has been sealed and is no longer able to function properly!

Lumian exhaled, calmed himself, and maintained a composed but not slow pace, continuing to make creaking noises as he walked up the Wooden Stairs into the Depths.

He walked for an unknown amount of time until he saw that the wooden steps ahead had disappeared, and the ground beneath his feet had turned into black Stone Slab that exuded a cold, metallic feel.

We've arrived? The thought had barely crossed Lumian's mind when his eyes were illuminated by the Blazing White light of the fire.

He saw Blazing White Flame Spear flying in, obscuring everything above.

It was like encountering an army, where every soldier threw their Flame Spear.

There's nowhere to hide, no way to escape.

Lumian instinctively wanted to switch positions with his shadow, hoping to use this ability, which could be used rapidly, to survive the first round of attacks, and then look for an opportunity to "Teleportation" away.

Just then, an idea suddenly came to him.

A very risky idea.

Lumian's expression turned somewhat crazed. Facing the overwhelming Flame Spear, he not only didn't use any abilities, but he also didn't even attempt to dodge.

He straightened his back and pushed his right palm forward.

The right palm bears the seal of the "Underworld Daoist" and the Residual Aura of the "Blood Emperor".

They have all been activated.

The dense, Torrential Rain- like spray of Blazing White Flame Spear instantly froze.

They both stopped in mid-air, neither moving forward nor falling.

Seeing this, Lumian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You made the right bet!

Gradually, the Blazing White Flame Spear slowly extinguished, faded little by little, and finally disappeared completely.

Future Lumian could make any further observations, bright flames lit up on both sides.

They were like wall lamps embedded in the wall, dispelling the dense darkness and allowing Lumian to see his surroundings.

He was currently in a deep, spacious hall, but not as large as he had imagined.

When those Blazing White Flame Spear were thrown at him like an endless flock of crows, he felt as if he were standing in an ancient battlefield, a battlefield whose area was measured in kilometers, and the hall in front of him was equivalent to the great prayer hall of the Saint Viève Church.

Upon seeing it, Lumian's gaze suddenly froze, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

He saw, Depths the hall, a massive throne that appeared to be made of black iron.

The throne's surface was covered with reddish marks, whether from rust formed over the long years or from spilled old blood, it was hard to tell.

At that moment, a figure appeared on the throne!

The figure was like Giant, wearing Crimson priest's Robe and an Iron-Black Crown. His right elbow was resting on the armrest, supporting his bowed head.

The long hair, shimmering with a faint blood-red light, fell down, obscuring the figure's face.

Lumian was familiar with this figure; he had seen her at the "Samaritan Woman Spring," though her attire then was somewhat different from now.

That was the figure of "Blood Emperor" Alista Tudor!

However, this figure lacked the terror, violence, and madness of the "Samaritan Woman Spring," as well as the aura of war and destruction, and the substantial sense of oppression and conquest. If Lumian hadn't been able to see it directly, he would have thought there was nothing on the Iron Throne.

A phantom? Lumian closed his eyes, relying solely on his other senses and his own spirituality to perceive it.

In this perception, the Iron Throne, covered in reddish marks, was completely empty.

Lumian's heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and he reopened his eyes, gazing at the Iron Throne.

The figure and the image of the book remained motionless.

Lumian refrained from observing the figure's weaknesses or activating his "Eye of Calamity." He shifted his gaze and surveyed the rest of the hall.

Below the nine steps corresponding to the Iron Throne are five weathered stone chairs, two on the left and three on the right.

"Couldn't you have added one more, to make it more symmetrical?" Lumian couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He knew that the five stone chairs represented the five Nobles of the Tudor Dynasty.

These mottled and ancient stone chairs have been smashed by someone. Some are completely cracked and dominated by gaps, some are broken into countless small pieces but barely retain their original shape, some have broken backs, some have lost their seat surfaces, and some are in a molten state as if they have been burned by Flame for a long time.

Had a battle taken place here? Lumian tried to find clues on the black Stone Slab, the supporting pillars, and the surrounding walls, but found nothing.

There were no items either... Wasn't it said that a portion of the treasure left behind by the Tudor Dynasty was hidden here? Has it already been stolen? Hmm, Termiboros said before that if I wasn't at a high enough level and forcibly explored the "Blue Avenger," it might cause Alista Tudor to Resurrection within me... From this, we can deduce that there should be something or some arrangement here... Lumian tried to walk forward again.

As he walked, he kept his eyes on the figure on the Iron Throne, observing every detail.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes, cold Iron-Black eyes.

The figure on the Iron Throne slowly raised its head.