Lord of the Mysteries

On the Future, Anderson Hood pressed his hands on the shipboard and saw the undead army in the pitch-black sea recede like the tide. They rushed over one another and surged for the stern of the Black Tulip. He saw Gehrman Sparrow press his cap with his right hand while he descended from the sky before landing opposite Admiral Hell Ludwell.

Such a scene was illuminated by dark red or gloomy green light. With the accentuation from the wraiths, shadows, and all sorts of strange spirit world creatures, there was an indescribable sense of beauty.

Cool! As expected of the craziest adventurer… Anderson praised from the bottom of his heart before recalling something.

Gehrman Sparrow had apparently thrown a charm in front of him before flying over. Furthermore, he had specially demonstrated the incantation to activate the charm!

His intent is… Anderson Hood moved his gaze down and discovered a charm made of tin at his feet.

On the Black Tulip, Klein, whose body was slightly bent while his eyes were locked onto his enemy, wasn’t actually as cold and calm as his expression depicted.

Anderson better fly over with the charm. There’s a high chance that I can’t deal with him alone. It might even be very dangerous… While his eyes reflected the silver mask and the two pale-white flames, Klein silently prayed.

As the mysterious eyes that observed the deck and himself existed, as well as the door opener in the dream world which Anderson Hood had mentioned, he cautiously gave up the idea of immediately praying to himself in order to use the Sea God Scepter above the gray fog to respond. He also warned himself not to expose such matters unless he was in dire straits.

He believed that Creeping Hunger and Tinder, together with the various Beyonder powers of Magician and the charms of the Sea God domain, gave him the ability to fight Admiral Hell Ludwell. As for Azik’s copper whistle, it could attract undead creatures or spirit world creatures that were inclined to Death’s domain. It could neutralize the most powerful means of a powerful Spirit Medium. For a Sequence 5 Beyonder of the Death pathway, as long as it didn’t exceed a certain number, one would often choose to overwhelm their enemy with numbers when facing a certain number of Mid-Sequence Beyonders.

However, Klein didn’t believe that he alone could defeat Ludwell in such a situation or even kill him. Firstly, the battlefield would be held on the Black Tulip. Considering how Admiral of Stars could use the Future, anyone with a brain knew that such a situation wasn’t optimistic. Secondly, Ludwell was the most senior pirate admiral at the moment. He had the two powerful factions, the King of the Five Seas and the Numinous Episcopate, backing him. The mystical items and Sealed Artifacts he had might not be any weaker than Klein’s or might even exceed his. In addition, many rumors indicated that he possessed a ring that was left behind by the ancient Death!

Along with the fact that his Sequence was lower than Admiral Hell, Klein was not only lacking in the adrenaline of a pending successful hunt or of performing great acting in the role of a crazy adventurer, but he was also tense and anxious. He didn’t dare to be careless. All he wished was that the Strongest Hunter who was plagued with bad luck would quickly fly over.

Only when two people of equivalent strength allied together could they have a small chance of defeating or resisting Ludwell, who had lost his undead army. It also gave Cattleya and her pirates time and space to finish off the pieced-together monster.

Just as this thought flashed across his mind, Klein didn’t hesitate to launch an attack. He made the Fog of Poison which he stole with Tinder spread.

No one could see the uneasiness and worry in his heart.

Wearing an exaggerated triangular hat and silver mask, Ludwell raised his clenched left fist, spread his fingers, and aimed his palm at Klein.

Instantly, the deck of the bow was enveloped by a harrowing yellowish-green fog. And in front of Ludwell, an illusory glow exploded. Following that, a point spiraled and collapsed inwardly, outlining a blurry bronze door whose two sides swung open.

The bronze door was covered in all sorts of mysterious patterns. It had an indescribable heaviness and silence to it.

creak, the door shook and cracked open

endless darkness, as though

in the darkness behind the door. They were densely packed and everywhere, but it was impossible to discern their

with baby faces reached out. Palms with mouths filled with teeth grabbed at everything beyond the door as they screamed, laughed,

sent chills down the bone stirred, pushing objects towards these strange creatures and the gap in the bronze

was instantly cleared as Klein couldn’t help but

It had the sinister feel of the night and the

he spread out his left arm to the side in

that were rushing to the stern, and it threw them into the gap of the door. They were bound by the greenish-black, baby-faced vines

“Distortion!”

Baron of Corruption’s Distortion!

had distorted the target of the mysterious door, and he used the skeletons and zombies on the Black Tulip

of the tremendous suction force. He found it difficult to take a step, preventing him from fully making use

already been blown up by the hurricane and was spinning in midair. It seemed to take flight as it pursued the undead creatures

triangular hat, raised

though it belonged to that of a specter or wraith. His arm kept extending and instantly covered

Whoosh!

sobbing sounds drilled into Klein’s ears, causing his

be possessed by a wraith or evil spirit. He couldn’t produce an effective response as he watched death approach. In despair, he

and illusory right palm grabbed Klein

corrosion. Soon, it was shredded to dust under the

the bronze door, Klein’s figure surfaced again. His left glove

straightened his body and

pillar of holy light that descended from the

which Ludwell had created, it had begun shaking and turning slightly blurry. Even the extraordinary suction force from behind the door had weakened. More

more strange arms and distorted creatures attempted to squeeze out from the opening in the

Priest of Light’s Light of Purification to purify the bronze door, Ludwell’s pale

side as he kept rolling to avoid the remnant effects of the hurricane and the

and his body abruptly bounced up in a diagonal fashion. At some moment in time, Creeping Hunger had already appeared

the pale flames