Night Raven Master

248 Ghost Ship

A dull and oppressive atmosphere spread, and the crew of the Sea Wave looked at the three huge sailing ships with extreme nervousness. Some sailors showed expressions of horror, but they, who had rich sailing experience, would not Yelling like an idiot.

They were silent, without making any sound, and even the movement of swallowing was forbidden by the fear-filled brain.

The sailors, unable to suppress their fear, covered their mouths with their hands.

And those few new crew members, after Zhang Da uttered the first syllable of panic, their mouths were covered by several old sailors.

They looked at the three huge ships with gloomy expressions. For a ship, the distance of five or six nautical miles is not long, especially for that kind of giant ship that is [-] meters long.

At this distance, they couldn't escape at all.

and
"What are you doing!! Purifying light!"

Accompanied by the sound of the cabin door bolt being opened, a man threw out the fur clothing wrapped around his body, and a milky white light shone on the pale golden plate armor.

The fear and anxiety on the faces of the few people closest to him were dispelled.

After the dispelling spell was issued, his fists were covered with two balls of white light.

"Holy Fist!"

Shouting the name of the divine technique in his heart, the burly man in plate armor punched the air next to him forcefully.

puff--

"what!!!"

A wraith similar in shape to a murloc emerged from the air, and a huge hollow appeared in its abdomen. On the edge of the hollow, milky white holy light continuously melted its body.

The pain of the body being melted made it let out a sharp and ear-piercing scream.

The man didn't stop, he swung his left fist hard at its head, and the fist with the holy light directly blasted the murloc wraith's head.

Seeing the murloc's wraith's body melt away, the man turned his head and shouted to the captain and Ainuo:
"What are you still doing! The undead have already boarded the ship! Organize human defense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his fists collided, and a circle of white holy light spread out. Accompanied by low screams, illusory figures emerged from the air.

Humans, murlocs, monsters, nearly a hundred vengeful spirits have densely spread all over the deck of the Sea Wave at some point.

"Damn! No wonder it smells so bad! Have so many undead gathered!?"

"Uncle Rhett, why are you here?"

Because of the angle of view, the young captain who looked directly at the paladin did not see the undead that had spread all over his surroundings.

This is the paladin who helped them before. As a reward, let him board the Sea Wave and take him to the Kingdom of Allen.

But why didn't you disembark?
"I don't know! It's so cold! I overslept right away! Compared to this, get rid of the undead first!"

A more dazzling white light appeared on the fists of Paladin Reed, and he punched a murloc wraith that was rushing towards him.

boom--

The holy fist knocked the opponent back for a distance, and the holy white light burned most of the wraith's body.

But when he was about to receive the second punch, his whole body shook, and a dark mark appeared on the light golden plate armor on his back.

Damn, I was attacked!
"Protected by the Holy Light!"

Milky white light enveloped Rhett's whole body, and the intense light weakened the surrounding undead.

Except for those timid crew members who were killed by the undead while fleeing in a panic, the other sailors also followed Ainuo to find a way to attack the undead.

However, no matter whether it is a long sword or a dagger, there is no way to cause damage.

Seeing this situation, Reid quickly punched the octopus-like undead wrapped around his arm on the deck, and thrust his left hand into the breastplate, and took out four crystal bottles from inside. Then slam it sideways.

"Dip the weapon with holy water! You can attack!"

Ainuo, who was struggling but avoiding the attack of the undead without any danger, saw several crystal bottles flying towards him, his eyes lit up:
"I have a better way!"

With a wave of his hand, a piece of water element rolled up the crystal bottle into the sky.

A moment later, raindrops emitting a faint white light fell from the sky.

On a ghost ship, a man over two meters tall, wearing a tuxedo and a gentleman's top hat, turned his head and looked at the rain of holy light.

"White rain. Liquid, I never thought that Holy Light would be so disgusting."

Then he turned his gaze back and straightened his top hat.

"A ghost ship? This is the first time I've seen it."

This two-meter-tall gentleman in a tuxedo walked slowly on the deck of the ghost ship with a long cane. Every time he took a step, dozens of wraiths would appear around him. , Nearly a hundred dead spirits appeared beside him.

"Hopefully there will be enough harvest."

This person is naturally Yate, but what appeared this time was not a phantom, but Yate's body.

Quick cast!
Shadow fusion!

Skills light up one after another.

Crow Mage·Surge of Spells!

Crow Mage · Proficient in Spellcasting!
Crow Affinity and Loyal Heart!

Shady technique!
In the sky, the eyes of hundreds of shadow crows lit up at the same time, patches of thick black mist enveloped the sky, and the dense black mist made the sky darken.

As the sky became dark, Yate could feel that he became much more relaxed, as if the chains had been broken, and the power in his body became surging.

Dark Night Poetry · Traction Elements.

While the meditation method was working, the surrounding dark elements were attracted and gathered.

Apocalypse · Curse of the Night!

I felt spiritual energy surging in my body, sweeping away towards the surroundings like ocean waves.

boom! ! !
Even though the damage of the dark attribute to the undead is very low, under the boost of multiple buffs, this blow will also cause a devastating effect.

The bodies of those undead were completely crushed the moment they touched the curse of the night.

The pile of undead that had been densely crowded on the deck was emptied in an instant.

While releasing the spell, Ater's consciousness was also attached to the body of Doom.

The pair of empty and unknown eye sockets looked around, not letting go of any traces.

When he killed these undead, faint, undetectable strands of blue and black silk threads rushed towards his body.

The black one is bad luck, and the blue one is good luck.

But this misfortune and luck are too weak and thin. Compared with the misfortune that constitutes his body, not only the quality, but also the quantity is pitifully small, just like water vapor the size of a sewing needle and a lake the size of a small town.

And after these balls of thread came together, they didn't flow directly into the black mist of doom.

Moreover, the system has follow-up actions.

Under the power of the system, these weak misfortunes gathered continuously twisted and twisted, and were drawn into two different air masses.

One black, one blue.

The black misfortune gathered into a larger mass of misfortune.

Afterwards, the volume of this group of doom began to shrink, and its color became darker and darker. When it shrank to the same extent as the color of Doom on Ater's body, it stopped changing.

But
Condensed into bad luck, the volume has shrunk to only one percent of the original, smaller than every bad luck before.

The next moment, this trace of bad luck was absorbed by Yate's body.

Although it was absorbed, it didn't seem to have any obvious changes.

There was no change in the experience bar, not even a slight increase.

The bad luck gained by killing low-level creatures is inherently low, and because the level of bad luck is too low, after being transformed into bad luck of the same level as Ater, it becomes even less.

Judging from this situation, it takes tens of thousands of dead spirits that are not apocalyptic to be killed before they can gain experience equivalent to one percent or even one thousandth of killing an enemy of the same level.

The efficiency is simply too low.

No wonder you are looking for the same level.
With this time, he might as well meditate.

He looked at the blue air mass drawn from the blue-black thread. It did not transform, but condensed into a blue air mass and flew near the bridge of spirit.

Skill points.

Looking at the blue air mass, Yate immediately thought of the skill point.

The source of skill points gained when leveling up.

"Unfortunately, there are too few experience points."

Sighing again, Art swept his gaze to other parts of the ghost ship.

The entire ship was under his Apocalypse Domain, and the attack of the Curse of the Night immediately emptied all the low-level undead on board.

There are still a few big guys left.

He'd be doing more than sweeping decks if it weren't for the fear of ruining the good stuff on board.

Art stepped on the ground, the deck also has spell protection, and
"It hurts"

"It hurts"

"It hurts"

A black shadow slammed towards Yate with the sound of the wind.

Hand of darkness!

A huge black arm made entirely of psionic energy emerged from the air, grasping the black figure.

The black shadow looks like the tentacles of an octopus. The thickest part is nearly one meter in diameter. The surface is covered with various barnacles and the like. The sucker is also full of scars and rotten marks, dripping disgusting mucus At the same time, it also exudes a foul smell.

The tentacles held by the dark hand kept struggling, but there was no way to break free from the dark hand. Countless mucus dripped from the tentacles and landed on the deck, corroding the deck into pieces of different sizes. A pothole.

Art raised his hand and squeezed the white glove hard.

The hand of darkness also made the same movement, and the powerful force directly crushed this huge tentacle.

The huge tentacles were pinched and exploded like watermelons, blood and flesh flying.

Some of the disgusting, rotting flesh fell into the sea, and much was strewn across the deck.

The flesh and blood flying towards Yate was blocked by circles of circular shields.

Glancing at the rotting flesh mixed with human and monster limbs, Art pressed his top hat expressionlessly:
"I have to say that although the ghost ship sounds handsome, it is also very disgusting."

　I forgot to set the timer, and it was only after eleven o'clock that I found out that it hadn't been sent.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)