Crimson Servant

Chapter 129 Landing (Reader for the Alliance Leader, Seeker for Money, Lager and More)

John and the others quickly understood what the sea witch meant: the black potion was for Barnes. They took off the few potions they needed, threw the remaining potion belts to Barnes, and then dragged their captain away.

Barnes was still struggling to tell the sea witch false love, trying to get more benefits, but he didn't know that every word he said was hurting her heart.

John grabbed Barnes' arm with the force of a dragonborn and dragged him out of the Sea Witch's basement. Barnes may have been hurt by John's strength, but he was very well-behaved along the way. It wasn't until they walked onto the pier that Barnes returned to his original slutty appearance.

"Guess, did our good friend Arlington protect my ship?"

This question already has an answer. Because of the contract, Arlington was asked by John to stay on the ship. He could not disobey the order. If John asked him to stay, he would have to take root on the ship.

However, no one would sympathize with a devil, and when John and others returned to the deck, they were sure that the devil did not deserve sympathy.

Five corpses lay on the deck of the Morning Star. There were no wounds on their bodies, and their faces of fear remained forever. They all turned their backs to the stairs leading to the cabin from the deck, and stretched out their hands in confusion forward.

Arlington sensed John's approach and walked out of the darkness of the cabin, holding a pale translucent flame in his claws, which was the human soul kneaded together.

Arlington showed his sharp teeth and said with a smile: "I like this place. The souls here are all valuable. Maybe the flames of hell should crack the earth here, and the poisonous smoke of sulfur should fill the sky. Ah, this place is like Like home.”

The devil vented his malice, and his evil eyes glanced at everyone, trying to see some fearful reaction from them, but they were indifferent, which was really disappointing.

Barnes held his chin and looked at Arlington with subtle eyes, "You can't leave, so how do you harvest the souls of these people?"

Arrington kneaded his toy and sniffed at Barnes.

"Some are fearful, and some are greedy. They're all just like you, just not so lucky. Your little tricks won't always work, Barnes. When a ship carrying devils exists, those mortals who thirst for dark power naturally Will come closer. Those pretentious idiots."

Barnes shrugged, "It's their fate, and I have nothing to say. But, Arlington, you should start slower."

"What?"

Barnes poked at the Hell Guard's armor.

"We're getting ready to sail, just the few of us, and you've taken out the bottom boatman who might be useful, how do you think we're going to divide the work, Arlington."

The Hell Guards didn't believe Barnes's lies at all. He opened his huge mouth and swallowed the mortal soul in one gulp.

"Your exploitation of me will not be lessened by a few more people, you bastard! Barnes, wait until the day I am free from my bonds, I will let you understand how I feel now."

"Oh~ I'm so scared, Arlington. I must be too afraid that my soul will be held in your hands, so can you grab the sail rope now?"

Arlington let out a loud snort as he exhaled from his nostrils, and he and the warrior Raven each raised their sails vigorously.

The Morning Star slowly left the dock and headed for the sea where no sail dared to enter.

…

John Kemp felt nothing but chaos in his mind, just like the terrible storm outside that was like the wrath of the gods. He heard Raven's roar, Barnes's urgent order, and Lillian's worry. The rain bombarded their ship like cannonballs, and the cables tightening the sail were smashed by the rain. Seeing that the ship's hull was controlled by the strong wind, Raven made a prompt decision and used The sword cut down the entire mast.

Watching the sail fall into the water, they also understood that they were leaving their fate in the hands of nature.

Barnes let everyone enter the cabin, even Arlington was no exception. A violent wave knocked the Hell Guard down on the sloping deck. One of his wings could only hang down weakly now, wrapped in the rain. Sticky to the back. In a place like this, the devil has to be careful to survive.

The continuous shaking made it difficult to control the center of gravity, so Barnes asked them to fix themselves to the bed board. He ordered several people to prepare potions for underwater breathing, and finally called out the magician's name in a determined tone.

"The short-term pain is worse than the long-term pain! John!"

Blood gushed out from the warlock's bed, flooding the cabin with a large amount of water. The weathered Morning Star quickly turned red, and the sin chains that had been sealed protected the hull that was on the verge of collapse.

The warlock's spell, an extension of his perception, was submerged in the blood, and John's ears found temporary peace.

Exploring...

Perception...

Know...

The telepathy was pushed to the extreme by John's will, and the mana merged with the mental power and transformed into a powerful psychic energy, which resonated with a certain area in the chaotic sea.

John Camp opened his purple eyes, and he stretched out his palm. The Morning Star, which had been controlled by the chain, became the new limb of the warlock. The huge anchor chain was corrupted by the power of crimson, dragging the Morning Star into the water. Captain Shen took out his tentacles and swam in the direction determined by his mind.

…

Barnes pushed the plank in front of him, which was once part of the hull and had windows cut out of it. This place made him drink a lot.

John used magic to enhance the capabilities of the vehicle. They sailed in relatively stable water, but it was not always smooth sailing in the chaotic waters. Undercurrents crisscrossed each other, and the magician's ability could only maintain a general direction, and they soon hit a reef.

The hull was torn into several pieces, and Barnes and his crew were separated by the incoming current. He was carried away by the waves and swept to the shallows. He had long since taken off his boots and stepped barefoot in the puddles.

Barnes didn't know where this place was, and there was so much fog in front of him that he couldn't tell the direction. He could only judge the rough slope based on the ups and downs of the stones under his feet, and headed towards the higher side.

Holding a wooden stick removed from the wreckage of the Morning Star in his hand, Barnes' body was trembling from the cold, and he repeatedly complained about the damn dampness.

Barnes didn't dare call his teammates' names loudly. Who knew whether there were dangerous enemies in this strange place. They were tracking the shell ship, and just thinking about dealing with those terrifying monsters alone made Barnes feel a little colder.

Barnes seemed to have always had good luck. He stepped on a piece of soft soil, and what made him itchy was a small piece of slimy lichen between his toes.

"It's better than treading water." He comforted himself.

Just when Barnes was about to take a short rest, a familiar feeling appeared in the captain's heart, and he realized that it was a psychic invasion. John had used this method to enter Barnes' mind.

Of course he hoped that this was just a rude temptation from his friend, but Barnes knew very well that there was far more than just John Camp who could achieve the same effect as the Warlock here.