763. The Portrait

Cannon fire, battle cries, the clash of blades, splashes in the water... the deck had already fallen into chaos.

Through the great hole blasted open by the cannon fire, Linden could see what was happening outside.

The sailors and guards fought in a bloody frenzy, cutting down one Water Ghost after another as they climbed onto the deck.

These monsters were not very strong, but they came in an endless stream. The slightest lapse, and someone would be dragged down into the sea.

The sailors' and guards' reactions were incredibly real. Every one of them was fighting for his own life, as if they were still alive. The fat merchant was the same.

Feeling the sharp blade pressed against his neck, the fat merchant trembled and kept talking nonstop.

He spoke so quickly that Sephiria could barely keep up with the translation, but in the end, it was all pleas for mercy and negotiation. He hoped Puji would let him go first so they could resist the Water Ghosts together.

It made a lot of sense—if they had not been in the mist.

Hiss.

The merchant clutched his neck in disbelief and dropped to his knees, blood spilling uncontrollably through his fingers.

His other hand was still reaching toward his waist, where there was a vial of life-saving potion.

However, Linden gave him another blow without the slightest hesitation, ending the merchant's life for good.

The slaughter on the deck was still continuing, and the Ghost Ship's cannon fire had not stopped either.

From the looks of it, this merchant really was not the core of this stretch of mist.

Two guards roared and charged at Puji, who had killed their employer, only to be knocked down by two Water Snakes that shot out from the water tank behind them.