In the cabin of the Future, Leyton, who had been lying quietly on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. Before various thoughts could float in his mind, he reached out his hand and pulled out a peaceful and serene night sky in mid-air.
The crimson moonlight in the room instantly dimmed, and the sound of waves and the howling wind that had been echoing in his ears quickly subsided. Tranquility became the main melody of the room.
After doing all this, Leyton slowly got up from the bed, took his coat from the nearby coat rack and put it on, and then changed into shoes convenient for movement.
After doing all this, he got out of bed, stood by the window, looking at the blurry sea, appearing lost in thought.
Bernadette must have also noticed the approach of the Death Announcer. She was already an Angel, and she should have a way to conceal her malice. As long as the Death Announcer approached a certain distance, it would have no chance to escape.
In the adjacent room, Klein, maintaining the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow, had just lain down to rest when a sudden feeling of unease came from his spirituality.
He quickly got up from the bed, put his coat back on, and stood by the room's window, gazing out at the sea for a while. Soon, he saw the massive object appearing in the storm.
Whoosh!
A low Horn sound suddenly rang out, spreading throughout the entire Future, followed by the sound of running footsteps echoing everywhere.
Klein took all his Mystical Items and talismans that were placed outside and walked out of the room with the Sailors on the ship.
In the Captain's cabin of the Future, Cattleya blew a brownish-yellow Horn.
The Sailors who had been resting in the cabin instantly sobered up. Without even bothering to put on their clothes, they picked up their personal weapons and rushed to the deck, gunports, and ship's side, instantly entering combat mode.
Cattleya was still wearing her black classical Warlock robe. At this moment, she wasn't wearing those heavy glasses. Her deep, almost purple eyes appeared profound and mysterious. She stood by the Captain's cabin window, gazing in the direction of the Death Announcer.
The Future and the Death Announcer, which had sailed out of the storm, were getting closer and closer, so close that Klein felt as if he could smell a pungent sulfurous odor.
The moment the Future was about to make contact with the Death Announcer, a somewhat crisp sound, like a chess piece landing, rang out.
The next moment, the undulating sea surface suddenly became still. The splashes of water thrown into the air did not fall for a long time, and the howling sea wind also calmed down. The Death Announcer, along with the surrounding sea, turned into a still picture.
Brilliant starlight suddenly erupted, dense and layered. The brilliant starlight reflected on the sea, making the two giant sailing ships look like they were sailing on a galaxy.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
Shrill, hoarse, and chaotic laughter instantly erupted from the Death Announcer, like whispers from the Abyss, full of a sense of defilement and Fallen. Just hearing it caused the Sailors on the Future to fall one after another, wailing in pain on the deck. All kinds of negative emotions grew in their hearts, making them wish to tear themselves apart immediately.
The hull of the Future suddenly became transparent, then illusory, turning into a pile of foam.
These foams, under the illumination of the brilliant starlight, reflected a dreamy spectrum of colors, quickly scattering and drifting in the air, vanishing in an instant.
The next moment, the Future directly bypassed the Death Announcer, appearing several thousand meters away in front.
Tiny black spots oozed from the skin of the Sailors on the Future's deck, quickly dissipating into the air, leaving only a pungent sulfurous smell.
"...Your Majesty?" Cattleya's figure suddenly appeared outside the Captain's cabin. Her gaze quickly swept across the entire Future with some urgency, but she did not find the figure she longed for.
On the deck of the Future, Klein, Frank, and Heath stood together, looking at the suddenly changed sea area. They hadn't even reacted yet.
Frank whispered in disbelief:
"Is the Future so powerful after its upgrade? It can instantly teleport the entire ship several thousand meters away?"
"There are High-Sequence Beyonders on board. Just now, one of them moved to restrain the Death Announcer, and another moved to move the Future away."
Klein shook his head slightly, offering a more reasonable explanation.
He looked intently at the sea behind the Future. The area where the Death Announcer was located seemed to have entered some kind of zero-gravity environment. The Death Announcer, along with the surrounding seawater, floated high into the sky.
Relying on his strong spirituality, Klein could vaguely see that the space in that sea area seemed to be in chaos, as if it was covered by some invisible object, isolated from the outside world, turning into a still painting.
On the Death Announcer, floating in mid-air, the crew members in the weightless environment had no way to effectively control the ship and cannons. They used all their strength just to keep themselves from floating out of the Death Announcer and being swept into the cold seawater outside.
The Death Announcer's dark black paint suddenly dripped like melting wax. Illusory, viscous black liquid, condensed from various emotions and desires, quickly spread outwards.
Leyton was about to use the power of the Sun domain to perform a Purification on the entire Death Announcer when Bernadette's calm voice suddenly came from his ear:
"Don't open your eyes."
Leyton was stunned for a moment, then he realized what the other party was going to do. He closed his eyes decisively, and the brilliant starlight around him condensed into substance, tightly enveloping his body.
The next moment, a light difficult to see with the naked eye surged onto the Death Announcer. The complex knowledge did not reassemble Bernadette's body, but instead transformed into a black mass covered with countless eyes.
An aura of madness, coldness, divinity, and wickedness instantly permeated the surrounding sea area. The crew members on the Death Announcer's eyes instantly became bloodshot and bulged violently. Their heads exploded one after another, like bursting watermelons, red and white splattering everywhere, quietly floating in the weightless environment.
The shattered flesh and blood continued to squirm, growing one cold and indifferent eye after another. Even the hull of the Death Announcer developed large and small cracks, revealing the deep black inside, and eyes drilled out from within.
Black smoke with a pungent sulfurous smell emerged from every crack on the Death Announcer. The surrounding emotions and desires quickly expanded, with bizarre and unspeakable whispers echoing around.
Those eyes that grew in the wriggling flesh and blood, and in the cracks of the Death Announcer, were cold and indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, completely unaffected by the Death Announcer, spreading wantonly across the Death Announcer.
On the Death Announcer, the black mass covered with countless eyes continuously retracted, and soon re-solidified into Bernadette's figure.
Her gaze calmly swept around. She gently grasped forward with her right hand, condensing a dark, ancient Horn, imbued with an extremely heavy and powerful meaning.
This was the Horn of Destruction. When blown, it emitted a low hum, and the superimposed sound waves could shatter enemies and space.
Bernadette placed the Horn to her lips and blew hard. The Death Announcer, already in madness and chaos, could not offer any effective resistance.
Under the destructive sound waves, the Death Announcer's deck shattered layer by layer, the parts of the bow and stern that were raised high constantly crumbled, and the sail with the black tombstone fluttering on the mast quickly turned into a black dust and dissipated in the air.
The Death Announcer could not withstand the extremely destructive sound waves for even half a minute, leaving only some shattered and scattered wooden planks and fragments floating around.
Rust-red and deep black mixed light spots precipitated from the debris of the Death Announcer around, quickly forming a slowly converging dark red ocean.
Leyton, surrounded by layers of starlight, opened his eyes. His gaze briefly swept around, confirming that the Death Announcer and all its crew members had been dealt with by Bernadette. He reached out and pulled in mid-air. The brilliant starlight around him flickered a few times, then quickly distorted and continuously collapsed inwards, turning into a richly colored oil painting.
The translucent crystal ball he held in his right hand quickly became hazy and dim, as if it had been stained with a layer of mist from within.
The surrounding weightless environment instantly returned to normal. The seawater, carrying the remnants of the Death Announcer, poured into the sea like a waterfall, leaving only rust-red and deep black mixed light spots continuously converging in mid-air.
On the Future, Klein saw that the sea area where the Death Announcer was located was like a painting with its canvas torn open, revealing the True scene Concealment behind it.
The massive, oppressive Death Announcer had disappeared, leaving only a dark red, slowly squirming light, and two human figures too far away to be seen clearly.
As expected, what we saw just now was just an illusion. Was the True battlefield pulled into an alternate space? High-Sequence Mystery Pryers who have mastered enough mystical knowledge are not only powerful but also quite versatile.
After sighing in his heart, Klein turned his head to look at Cattleya, who was standing in front of the Captain's cabin. He saw complex emotions in the eyes of this Admiral of Stars.
Cattleya felt Klein's gaze, turned her head to look back, and then said:
"Rest up. We'll wait here for a while."
The ritual magic arranged on the Future transmitted her voice to everyone on board.
Amidst the dark Red Light, Bernadette walked lightly in mid-air. With each step she took, a sturdy, greenish vine appeared beneath her feet.
As she approached, the greenish vines cascaded down in layers, covering the surrounding area like a downpour, quickly forming a forest.
Bernadette's gaze lingered for a moment on the blurry crystal ball Leyton held in his hand and on the oil painting, then she warned:
"They both carry Concealment and extremely high-level corruption, especially that crystal ball. It seems to have been trying to establish a connection with the Cosmos."
Leyton nodded gently, his gaze calmly fixed on the dark Red Light spots that were suddenly accelerating their convergence. He said with a hint of lament:
"It's a pity that the wealth plundered by the King of Immortality disappeared with the Death Announcer. Otherwise, this voyage could have been considered quite fruitful."
"Pirates who indulge in pleasure are not as wealthy as you think. They don't have the concept of saving money in their lives."
Bernadette replied casually, then stopped speaking, quietly waiting for the Convergence of the Beyonder characteristic left behind by the Death Announcer.
This process did not last too long. The light spots floating in mid-air gathered faster and faster, quickly forming a dark-colored mask that resembled a goat's skull. The two curved large horns on the mask were covered with countless strange and distorted patterns. Just looking at it made one feel uncomfortable and one's emotions churn.
Deep blue, almost purple, radiance flowed in Leyton's eyes. His gaze went straight to the bone mask. The mask, which had been dark in his eyes, instantly turned into a deep, dark black, full of Degeneration and defilement, saturated with various desires and emotions that were almost solidified.
Incoherent Devil language words, full of defilement and Degeneration from the Abyss, echoed in Leyton's mind, carrying an aura of defilement, Degeneration, and curses.