On the " Future," Anderson Hood pressed his hands against the ship's railing and watched as the army of undead creatures surging from the "Dark Ocean" receded like a tide, jostling and trampling each other as they rushed toward the aft deck of the " Black Tulip." He saw Gehrman Sparrow, his right hand on his hat, descend from the sky and land steadily opposite " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell.
Bathed in deep red or eerie green light, and framed by Wraith Specter and strange creatures of the Spirit World, such scenes possess an indescribable beauty.
"Cool! No wonder he's the craziest adventurer..." Anderson exclaimed sincerely, then thought of something else:
Before flying over, Gehrman Sparrow seemed to have thrown a talisman in front of him and even demonstrated the activation incantation!
He meant... Anderson Hood's gaze shifted downwards, and he found the white tin talisman at his feet.
On the " Black Tulip," Klein, his body slightly hunched and his gaze locked on the enemy, was not as cold and calm as he appeared.
"Hurry up and fly over here with your spell, Anderson. I probably can't handle this by myself, it's even very dangerous..." As his eyes reflected the silver mask and two pale flames, Klein silently prayed.
Because of the presence of those mysterious eyes that gazed at the deck and at him, and because of the Door Opening deep within the dream world mentioned by Anderson Hood, he cautiously abandoned the option of immediately praying to himself and then responding with the " Sea God Scepter " above the Gray Fog, and warned himself not to expose this problem unless absolutely necessary.
He believed that the combination of " Creeping Hunger," the " Kindling " glove, the various extraordinary abilities of the " Magician," and the different spells of the " Sea God's Domain" would give him the strength to fight " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell. Furthermore, the Azik Copper Whistle's attraction to undead and Death -Spirit World creatures could help him cripple the most powerful method of the "Powerful Spirit Medium." For Sequence 5 of the " Death " pathway, as long as it didn't exceed necessary limits, he would always be outnumbered when facing a certain number of Mid-Sequence enemies!
However, Klein didn't believe he could definitely defeat " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell, or even kill him, in this situation. Firstly, the main battleground was on the " Black Tulip," and considering the " Admiral of Stars's " use of the " Future," anyone with a brain knew the situation wasn't optimistic. Secondly, " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell was currently the most senior pirate general, backed by the " King of the Five Seas " and the " Spirituality Religion," and his magical items and even Sealed Artifact were likely Klein to, or perhaps even surpassed, Klein's. Furthermore, many rumors suggested he possessed a ring left behind by an ancient Death!
In addition, since his own Sequence was indeed lower than that of " Admiral of Hell ", Klein did not Acting the excitement of a mad adventurer who was about to succeed in hunting and take the next step. Instead, he was restrained and tense, not daring to be careless, and only hoping that the " Strongest Hunter " who was plagued by Misfortune would fly over as soon as possible.
Only when two people of similar strength join forces can they have a good chance of defeating or resisting Ludwell, who has lost his army of Death, thus giving " Admiral of Stars " Cattleya and her pirates time and space to eliminate the assembled Monster!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Klein launched an attack without hesitation, allowing the " Poisonous Mist " Stealing by the " Kindling " glove to spread rapidly outwards.
No one could see the turmoil and worry swirling in his heart.
At the same moment, " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell, wearing an exaggerated tricorn hat and a silver mask, raised his clenched left fist, spread his fingers, and pointed his palm at Klein.
In an instant, the foredeck was shrouded in a shocking yellowish-green mist, and in front of Ludwell, an illusory light first burst forth, then rapidly rotated around a point, collapsed inward, and formed a slightly blurry double bronze door.
The surface of this bronze gate is covered with all sorts of mysterious patterns, giving it an indescribable sense of depth and stillness.
With a creak, the door shook and a crack appeared.
Beyond the crack lies an impenetrable, boundless darkness, like the deepest, most profound night sky.
Pairs of indescribable eyes were hidden in the deep darkness, densely packed everywhere, yet their specific shapes remained unseen.
Bloody, skinless arms stretched out, dark green vines resembling infant faces extended out, and hands with gaping mouths and teeth reached out, screaming, laughing, crying, shouting, and scrambling to grab everything outside.
This brought with it a terrifying suction force; a chilling hurricane, cold enough to freeze one's bones, suddenly arose, pushing things toward those eerie beings, toward the cracks in the bronze gate!
The yellowish-green " Poisonous Mist " was instantly cleared away, and Klein involuntarily leaned forward, staggering as he walked.
His left glove immediately turned pitch black, possessing both the eeriness of the night and the nobility of the Starry Sky.
Klein's brown eyes deepened, turning dark, and he extended his left arm to the side, making a "please" gesture.
The terrifying suction force sweeping across the foredeck suddenly changed direction, grabbing the skeletal skeletons and rotting Living Corpse rushing toward the aft deck one by one and throwing them into the gap of the door. They were then entangled by the bluish-black vines with baby faces, held by bloody arms, and dragged toward the area behind the bronze door where countless eyes were located.
" Distortion "!
The "Twisted" Distortion of the Baron of Corruption!
Klein " Distortion " the target of the mysterious gate, replacing himself with skeletons and Living Corpse from the " Black Tulip ".
Even so, he was still affected by the aftershocks of the immense suction force, making it difficult for him to move and preventing him from utilizing his agility and speed.
The baseball cap he was wearing had been blown up by the hurricane, swirling in the air and drifting along with the undead creatures that had been sucked in.
At this moment, " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell, wearing an exaggerated tricorn hat, raised his right arm again and stretched out his palm.
His upper right side rapidly became ethereal, seemingly belonging to ghosts and Wraith. His arms and forearms stretched out continuously, instantly traversing a considerable distance, his pale palm reaching out to grab the enemy.
Ugh!
The sound of the hurricane vanished abruptly, replaced by a soft, low sobbing sound that sent shivers down Klein's spine, making his blood feel as if it had frozen.
As the pale hand drew closer, he felt as if he were possessed by Wraith Evil Spirit, unable to react effectively. He could only watch helplessly as death approached, desperately feeling his life force draining away faster and faster.
Without any resistance, Ludwell's pale, ethereal right hand seized Klein, squeezing him into a thin paper doll.
The paper figure, covered in a dark green, Corrosion stain, was quickly torn to shreds by the relentless hurricane.
Klein's figure instantly appeared to the side of the bronze gate, his left glove now stained with the pure, sunlight-like color.
He immediately stood up straight and opened his arms.
A sacred beam of light, wreathed in golden flames, fell from mid-air and struck the bronze gate covered with mysterious patterns!
The sunlight suddenly burst forth, so bright that Klein almost couldn't open his eyes. The terrifying gate created by " Admiral of Hell Ludwell " was not only wobbling and becoming much more blurred, but even the exaggerated suction force emanating from its interior had weakened. The bluish-black vines with baby faces and the bloody arms had evaporated in mid-air.
However, more bizarre arms and more Distortion creatures surged into the crack in the door, trying to squeeze out.
Just as Klein was about to continue using the " Holy Light " of the " Light Priest " to Purification the bronze gate, the pale giant hand of " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell reached out madly.
He quickly dove to the side, rolling repeatedly to avoid the aftershocks of the hurricane and the Soul-Devouring Hand.
Once, twice, three times, his body suddenly sprang forward, leaping diagonally, and his " Creeping Hunger " had somehow become as if cast in gold.
Klein's eyes first reflected the silver mask of the " Admiral of Hell," and the pale flames within his eye sockets, before two bright lightning bolts lit up from the depths.
" The Interrogator," " Spirit Piercing!"
Just then, a faint glow appeared on the square, dark ring on Ludwell's left index finger.
An image immediately flashed through Klein's mind:
It was a colossal throne composed of the rotting heads of humans, Elf, Giant, Dragon, Demonic Wolf, sea monsters, Vampire, and other creatures. On each tiny side, the transparent faces of Wraith, Specter, and Evil Spirit stood out, filled with hatred, resentment, and bitterness.
Suddenly, it felt as if Klein's head had been cleaved by an axe; the terrible pain filled his mind without any delay.
His " Spirit Piercing " not only failed to work, but also negatively impacted him exponentially!
If he hadn't experienced even more extreme pain, Klein would surely be lying on the ground, howling and struggling by now. Even so, he briefly lost the ability to resist, his face Distortion as he half-bent over.
Seizing the opportunity, Ludwell slowly uttered a language completely incomprehensible to normal beings from the gaps in his silver-white mask, and the surroundings suddenly became even darker, both hazy and illusory.
These are deathly words from Hell and the Underworld!
Just as Klein was starting to feel a little better, he discovered that his spirit was uncontrollably rising upwards, separating from his body inch by inch!
The terrifying suction force of the bronze gate was even more irresistible to the spirit.
No, no! Taking advantage of the fact that the spirit had not completely separated from his body, Klein barely managed to raise his right arm and spread his five fingers, which were covered by the " Kindling " glove.
Different lights flashed and overlapped before his eyes, constantly changing and flickering rapidly.
Without any hesitation, Klein grabbed one of the pale, eerie lights that shimmered with a sinister green hue, twisted his wrist, and pulled it away.
In this battle, what he most wanted to Stealing was the extraordinary ability to create the bronze gate, but he couldn't guarantee success and could only pray for the goddess's protection.
The light shot out and landed inside the " Kindling " glove.
However, this wasn't the extraordinary ability Klein most desired, but it wasn't bad either.
Ludwell's mouth behind the silver mask opened and closed erratically, but he could no longer utter that difficult, awkward language that no living being could understand.
At the same time, Klein opened his mouth.
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