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Klein, relying on his Clown ability, controlled his expression and tried to comfort himself in his heart:
"It's just a rabbit; it just can't speak human language. I can't hit it, and I can't eat it."
"Hoo~ hoo hoo."
Danitz covered his mouth tightly with both hands, trying his best to control his expression.
But the more he did this, the more he wanted to laugh, especially when he saw Bugs Bunny's serious expression.
Hahaha! Gehrman Sparrow, you finally have your day! You finally feel the loathsome face of this fat, dead rabbit, don't you!
The next moment, a cold, evil, hungry, and hair-raising sensation permeated the entire room.
Danitz instantly fell silent, his expression frozen on his face, his original smile looking worse than a cry.
He looked at Gehrman Sparrow with a ashen face, mumbling with his lips:
"Ahem! That... the laundered clothes should be ready soon. I'll go to the laundry room to get them from the maid."
"Someone will send them back," Klein said in a cold voice.
Danitz chuckled twice:
"Haha! It'll be evening by the time the maids deliver the laundered clothes room by room. It'll be faster if I go get them myself, and they'll dry sooner, don't you think?"
He looked at the expressionless Gehrman in front of him almost fawningly, but in his heart, he kept cursing Bugs Bunny for angering Gehrman and dragging him into it.
There's one more reason to eat rabbits. I want to eat gray-furred, lop-eared ones, three a day!!
Seeing that Klein did not deny his suggestion, Danitz quickly opened the door and left the room.
After leaving, he finally let out a long breath, then, remembering something, he vigilantly glanced at room 312 behind him, quickly composed his expression, and quickened his steps to leave the area.
It wasn't until he was a good distance away that he finally relaxed. Then he thought of the rabbit that had caused him trouble and spat lightly:
"Shit! That damned fat rabbit, one day I'll roast all the rabbits in the world..."
Inside room 312, Bugs Bunny was silent, not daring to speak. The aura Klein had exuded through Creeping Hunger just now made it feel like it was going to be eaten.
The kind that's eaten alive, which really scared the rabbit.
It wasn't until Klein reined in his aura that it finally relaxed. After a while, it patted its chest and promised Klein:
"Don't worry, I will definitely not spread your illness. The boss said that a patient's illness is a secret and cannot be casually revealed."
"I am the best Doctor on the Future! Whether it's kidney deficiency or weakness, one dose of medicine is enough to cure it!"
Klein's expression almost couldn't hold. What kind of rabbit was this? How could it be as unobservant as that fat Apothecary in Backlund? No, it was much more infuriating than that fat Apothecary; at least I hadn't been angered by that fat Apothecary yet.
Maintaining his persona as Gehrman Sparrow, he coldly and concisely explained:
"I'm just over-expending my spirituality."
Bugs Bunny looked at Klein, then at the washroom in confusion. It hesitated for a moment, then revealed an enlightened expression and nodded seriously:
"I understand."
As it spoke, it even extended its two paws and made a zipping motion over its mouth.
Klein felt that this rabbit had definitely misunderstood what he meant, but to maintain Gehrman's persona, he had to shut up and not bring up the topic again.
What kind of messy things did Al teach this rabbit? Did he consider that this was just a rabbit?
Agreeing to help him take care of this rabbit was the most foolish decision I've ever made!
On the White Whale Sea, the Golden Dream and the Death Announcer sailed one after another on the sea, engaging in an offensive and defensive battle, relying on cannons and various Beyonder abilities.
In the bottom cabin of the Golden Dream, brilliant starlight penetrated layer after layer of the floor. As it surged, Leyton's figure reformed within the shimmering starlight, appearing.
He stretched out his hands and bent down to touch the floor of the bottom cabin.
The starlight quickly surged, and a section of the Golden Dream's hull was instantly replaced by a translucent barrier sparkling with starlight.
Barnacles, scallops, oysters, and other creatures that had been clinging to the hull fell like rain, leaving only a patch of bright red, abnormally sized and shaped barnacles and algae that seemed to have merged into one, still tightly clinging to the starlight barrier.
Leyton rubbed his fingers, summoning a sacred, bright, pure, and warm light.
This light penetrated the starlight barrier and fell into the seawater, creating a translucent liquid tinged with a small amount of gold.
Holy water, created with the power of the Sun domain, drifted around the corrupted and mutated barnacle patch.
There, sizzling bubbles and black smoke continuously emerged and quickly dissipated.
In a short while, the mutated barnacle patch detached from the hull and sank into the deep sea.
The translucent starlight barrier at the bottom of the ship suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
Purple light emerged in Leyton's eyes. His gaze penetrated through layers of obstruction, seeing the battle on the Golden Dream and the hesitant Death Announcer.
The next moment, his figure suddenly blurred, quickly becoming transparent, and disappearing from his original spot.
On the deck of the Golden Dream, Senor, who was restricted by various prohibitions and heavily surrounded, managed to some extent to turn the tide of the battle with his bizarre luck.
After dodging another ice crystal arrow, he briefly transformed into a Spirit Body state, his illusory figure almost transparent, and the two black mustaches on his lips hung limply.
Edwina's previous prohibition targeting Wraiths and phantoms once again took effect on him.
He suppressed the feeling of weakness in his body, suddenly extended his left hand forward, and let out a silent shriek from his mouth. This shriek could pierce human eardrums and harm spirit bodies.
For a moment, the ice crystal arrows that had just condensed in Jodeson's palm dissipated completely. Scarlet hot blood gushed from his nose and ears, his eyes clearly lost focus, and his mind was in a daze.
The fragile physical quality of the Marauder pathway became his most fatal weakness at this moment.
Bru Walls, who also wasn't known for his physical prowess, wasn't much better off than him.
Only Piske, of the Hunter Pathway, and Daniels, of the Sailor Pathway, were slightly better, but they too were caught in a dizzy spell, and drops of nosebleed fell onto the deck.
Then, Senor raised his right hand, his thumb and forefinger perpendicular to each other, the other fingers curled, pointing at Jodeson, who could perceive Beyonder abilities.
Strands of black mist diffused and quickly took shape, forming an illusory skull shrouded in black mist that rushed towards Jodeson, carrying a dense aura of Death Announcer, like an envoy sent from the underworld.
He laughed ferociously, this annoying fellow was finally going to die, next would be the second, then the third...
The illusory skull shrouded in black mist accurately hit Jodeson.
The malicious smile on Senor's face froze. Before his eyes appeared a freshly extinguished match, with a wisp of white smoke rising from it.
Everything that had just happened was merely an illusion. An understanding arose in his mind, and the next moment he wanted to endure the backlash of the prohibition and leave the ship by means of mirror travel.
His actions and thoughts suddenly became slow, as if he had entered an area where time flowed differently.
Knowing that the opponent had a Mystical Item that could temporarily alter luck, Leyton was not in a hurry to directly kill the opponent, as this would instead cause various absurd coincidences, allowing him to take the opportunity to escape the Golden Dream.
Leyton slightly raised his right hand, and an illusory, fleeting, beautiful female figure appeared out of thin air. Her eyes were tightly closed, as if she had Fallen into an eternal sleep.
This illusory, fleeting figure overlapped with Senor the next moment. The Golden Dream's hull suddenly trembled, and Senor, by sheer luck, stumbled and avoided the "Sleeping Beauty" magic.
Leyton didn't care. He immediately reached out and pulled, using the Mystical Reenactment of "Peach Blossom Source" to create a barrier that was isolated from the outside world and difficult to connect to.
He trapped Senor alone inside the barrier. Stripped of all accidental factors, his brief luck could not help him escape quickly.
Having done all this, Leyton stepped back, his figure suddenly blurring and disappearing, then swiftly reappearing on the stern deck.
Bright, light blue radiance swirled in his eyes, and as he moved his feet, he uttered a Dragonese word:
"Exile!"
As he made a pulling motion with both hands, an invisible, immense force suddenly appeared in the air ahead. All attacks from the Death Announcer were churned into a chaotic mess.
Crack!
A breaking sound echoed in the surrounding void, and a rift connecting to an unknown place in the Spirit World was forcibly opened. Driven by that invisible, immense force, all attacks were exiled to an unknown place.
Before the next wave of attacks arrived, Leyton quickly moved a distance, appearing between the Golden Dream and the Death Announcer.
Instantly, golden, illusory flames ignited out of thin air all around. These flames emitted the vast, pervasive aura of the Sun, forming an ocean due to their density.
A pure and sacred golden-yellow sea of fire, raising waves, surged towards the Death Announcer.
On the Death Announcer, crimson magma and light blue flames intertwined, surging forward like a volcanic eruption, colliding with the dense and continuous golden-yellow flames.
Leyton watched the intertwined golden-yellow, crimson, and light blue sea of fire ahead, slightly curling his lips.
He, of course, knew that these flames would not have any effect on the Death Announcer, but they could obstruct the vision of both sides and reduce the impact of the Blatherer from their ears.
He sensed Klein's offline status. Without the protection of the paper-figure angel, he could not be immune to the Blatherer from the Death Announcer.
He rubbed his fingers, creating an exaggerated hurricane that swept the golden-yellow, crimson, and light blue intertwined sea of fire towards the Death Announcer.
He then stopped maintaining the golden flames of light and casually pulled out a pale yellow piece of paper from his embrace.
The paper took on metallic characteristics, and he then pulled it, forming an exceptionally sharp, arm-length blade.
It could not only corrode flesh, extinguish souls, and cut through barriers, but also nullify the defenses of any creature with a Fallen will.
This was the most core Beyonder ability of a Sequence 4 Black Knight from The Hanged Man Pathway, the Cull of the Spiritual Flesh from the "Fallen" domain.
It had an excellent effect against the "Death Announcer" from The Abyss Pathway, even surpassing the abilities of The Sun domain, which restrained all defiled and Fallen powers.
A layer of hazy white appeared in his eyes as he used his divination ability to find the most suitable attack point.
As he divined the result, layers of Blatherer whispers echoed in his ears.
As a Blatherer, "Death Announcer" foresaw the source of danger and immediately exerted a reverse influence.
Leyton only felt his mind becoming chaotic, and the emotions and desires that had been suppressed by his rationality began to stir restlessly, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, almost falling directly from the air.
His body surface showed wriggling flesh and exuded viscous black liquid, which was a manifestation of being cursed.
Almost in the next moment, a sacred, clear, brilliant, and pure warm light descended from the sky and fell upon him.
At the same time, a warm power instantly filled his body, making him no longer feel fear, and the evil powers within him were constantly Purified.
The Golden Dream's First Mate, Orpheus, a Notary, timely applied his influence to dispel the various negative effects caused by the Blatherer whispers on him.
Leyton eased slightly, but he also felt some tremor in the Cull of the Spiritual Flesh from the "Fallen" domain in his hand.
Evidently, the power of The Sun domain also affected it.
He then felt a light glowing behind him, and the strong aura of The Sun domain rapidly gathered.
Was the Golden Dream's Purification Cannon finally going to be used? Leyton pondered in his heart and immediately elevated his height.
At the same time, he slightly raised his left hand and softly uttered a Dragonese word: "Frost!"
Following the direction of his finger, streams of crystal-clear light, carrying a biting aura, fell upon "Death Announcer."
They were then swallowed by the continuously emerging black mist, leaving no trace.
The next moment, his heart suddenly constricted, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, stained with mottled red rust, and a strong smell of sulfur instantly surged from his nasal cavity.
"Cough! Cough!"
He coughed involuntarily, his throat very dry, as if he was about to cough out sparks.
The Blatherer whispers in his ears suddenly intensified, and he inevitably fell into a hallucinatory state. The Cull of the Spiritual Flesh he held dropped, transforming back into a faded piece of paper in mid-air and falling into the sea.
A large amount of black, viscous liquid once again surged from his body, and his suppressed emotions and desires suddenly erupted.
His body rapidly thinned, became brittle, and finally exploded into shattered pieces, turning into a Fallen black mist.
"Cough! Cough!"
Leyton's figure emerged from the void not far away, covering his mouth with his left hand, coughing intermittently.
The previously fatal Blatherer attack was avoided by him relying on the Mystical Reenactment of "Emperor's New Clothes," turning himself into something that simply did not exist.
But the earlier Blatherer whispers had already caused him great impact, and "Emperor's New Clothes" and the paper figurine substitute only helped him dodge the two most fatal blows.
"Cough~"
With a light cough, he extended his right hand forward, and a black, doll-like chess piece appeared between his index and middle fingers. As he gently pressed it down, an invisible ripple spread towards "Death Announcer."
The next moment, "Death Announcer," with its surging black mist, seemed to enter a time-slowing zone. Its movements and everything on it slowed down dozens of times.
Several seconds passed in the outside world, but for "Death Announcer," it was only an instant.
The next moment, a blazing white, pure, scorching, and dazzling light lit up on the sea surface.
The Golden Dream's Purification Cannon, after completing its adjustments and preparations, finally fired an attack.
"Death Announcer," in its slowed state, could not evade at all. It could only surge out more black mist, condensing into a nearly solidified, viscous black liquid covering its surface.
Boom!
"Black Death" shook violently, and a gap was eroded in the viscous black liquid covering its surface.
Boom!
With another bombardment, the high-rising front part of "Death Announcer" was shattered, and its crescent-shaped hull became a crescent moon with a missing corner.
Leyton then slightly raised his right hand, and light accumulated in his palm, gradually condensing into a long spear that was extremely pure, blazing white, and seemingly composed of pure sunlight.
He did not lock on or divine anything, simply throwing it out directly.
The long spear dragged a blazing white tail in the air, then plunged into the gap created by the Purification blast, and a miniature Sun, blazing white to the extreme, bright enough to illuminate a City, rose from "Death Announcer."
The next moment, words in the Devil Language, full of defilement and Fallen intent from The Abyss, echoed in layers in his ears:
"Death Announcer! Death Announcer! Death Announcer!"
Leyton's body was instantly stained with mottled red rust and ignited with sulfur-smelling flames, then turned into scraps of paper in the flames, transforming into flying ash.
On the Golden Dream, Leyton's figure rapidly outlined itself on the deck.
"Cough Cough"
He coughed twice, covering his mouth, and looked at Edwina on the other side:
"Let's accelerate away from here. That's just a split body of 'Death Announcer' on the sea. The gains from fighting it aren't enough to cover the cost of the ritual to replenish the Purification Cannon's spirituality."
Edwina nodded lightly. She turned to look at the navigator beside her, her voice spreading throughout the Golden Dream through a secret art:
"Adjust course, accelerate away from this sea area!"
She nodded slightly to Leyton, then entered the captain's cabin, where a ritual had already been prepared.
She rubbed her fingers, creating a flame by friction of spirituality, lighting a candle, and skillfully dripping essential oil and hydrosol into the candlelight, then solemnly chanted:
"Kin of knowledge and wisdom, ancient Guardian, eye that perceives the world, wise one seated in the sky, Guardian of reason and knowledge."
"I pray to you;
I pray for the noble one who can heal sickness and pain to descend."
The candlelight flickered violently, and spirituality transformed into specks of light began to gather, merging with information from the Spirit World Depths.
Amidst the shimmering light, a phantom unicorn appeared, its body pure white, with a long, spiraling horn like crystal on its head, and wings on its back composed of tiny crystal-like flakes.
It raised its head and let out a clear, loud cry towards the sky. Its voice penetrated layers of walls, reaching everyone's ears, a crisp sound that seemed to cleanse the soul.
Then, like a ghost, it passed through the wall and flew out of Edwina's captain's cabin.
It scattered patches of clear, brilliant, and pure warm light over the Golden Dream. This light carried the power of Purification, life, and soothing the heart.
All crew members affected by the Blatherer whispers received a great degree of healing.
Earlier, their restless emotions and desires due to the Blatherer whispers had been forcibly suppressed by Edwina's cold and restrained rationality. This was equivalent to temporarily plugging a leak; if not dealt with in time, it would erupt even more severely.
However, because Leyton had been constantly holding back "Death Announcer," and because the Golden Dream was Edwina's home ground, the crew members' emotions and desires were not directly ignited.
On the deck in front of the Golden Dream, Edwina held a purplish-red mirror with strange patterns engraved on its back. Above the mirror was a pair of eyes with strange magical power, making people Can't help it want to gaze at them.
She turned to look at Leyton:
"How long until Admiral of Blood can escape the barrier you created?"
"Now."
As Leyton's words fell, the space in front of them seemed to overlap, connecting with an unknown place.
A pale figure wearing an old tricorn hat and with two black mustaches above his lip emerged from the barrier, which was isolated from reality.
His gaze warily swept forward, and his figure suddenly turned illusory and transparent, vanishing from everyone's sight.
Edwina calmly turned the mirror in her hand towards herself. The mirror reflected Senor's slightly pale figure.
A black, illusory flame suddenly shot out from her palm, then she wiped it across the mirror surface.
Not far away, a crew member simultaneously erupted in illusory black flames, and he struggled on the ground with considerable discomfort.
The next moment, Senor's transparent, flickering figure floated out of him, with black, illusory flames constantly following him, burning him.
Edwina's palm once again swept across the mirror surface, and a layer of frost instantly condensed on the mirror.
Senor's Spirit Body instantly became stiff, unable to even activate his thoughts.
He tried hard to extend his left hand forward, opening his mouth to let out a shriek.
Leyton gestured towards the sky, and a swan suddenly appeared, dropping a nettle towards Senor.
This scene appeared very abruptly, or perhaps the luck brought by the Lucky Scale began to backfire. Senor did not make any evasive movements, letting the nettle fall on him.
He temporarily lost the ability to speak, opening his mouth as if to shriek, but no sound came out.
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