Lord of the Mysteries

Upon seeing Admiral Hell Ludwell’s reaction, Klein and the living crew of the Black Tulip could hardly believe their eyes.

He originally imagined two scenarios:

The first was Ludwell requesting help from a Numinous Episcopate demigod to ambush Gehrman Sparrow and the powerhouse backing him. This wasn’t impossible since Sequence 7 of the Death pathway was called Spirit Medium. They also had the ability to sense impending danger.

The second was that Admiral Hell hadn’t made any preparations. He tried resisting but ended up being easily finished off by Mr. Azik.

Klein’s plan was to have Mr. Azik deal with the demigod while he hunted Admiral Hell in the first scenario, so as to obtain his second marionette. If it were the second scenario, he could request Mr. Azik to watch by the side as he controlled his marionette to challenge Ludwell alone. During this process, he would use Creeping Hunger and hide in the shadows, doing his best to stay behind the scenes so as to digest his Marionette potion faster.

To his surprise, Admiral Hell didn’t put up a fight at all. He directly prostrated himself and kissed the deck as though he was Azik’s most loyal and humble servant.

How are we going to come to blows now… Klein stared ahead blankly, somewhat at a loss for words.

And it was silent across the ship.

Azik raised his hand and pressed down on his silk hat as he walked towards the prostrating Ludwell at a decent pace.

One step. Two steps. Three steps. He stopped in front of Ludwell and said with a deep voice, “What stage has the Numinous Episcopate’s Artificial Death Project reached?”

Ludwell kept his forehead peeled to the ground as he hoarsely replied, “Artificial Death can already influence High-Sequence Beyonders who failed their advancements, but it is still unable to reply to prayers and rituals…”

After the description, he slightly raised his torso and took off the black, square-shaped ring from his right hand. Then, with both hands, he offered it in front of him.

Silently, the ring seemed to be dragged by countless spirit bodies as it flew up and landed in Azik’s palm.

Azik studied it for a few seconds before wearing it on his left index finger.

Suddenly, a terrifying and profound feeling was emanated from his body. The zombies and skeletons who were either naked or wearing rotten leather armor, genuflected, bowing their heads as though they only dared to look at his boots. The flying wraiths and shadows landed on the deck and clung closely to it. None of them dared to float in midair again.

The other pirates aboard the ship plopped to their knees, plastering their faces to the deck without daring to raise them.

Azik’s back and the suddenly empty scene. He turned agape, but

two steps forward and came to Admiral Hell’s side. Then, he turned his body and faced Klein and said to Ludwell, “You shall be his marionette for a year. When the time is up, you

inflection, as though he wasn’t determining Admiral Hell’s life and death or future. Perhaps, to him, this was a trivial matter that didn’t need him to care for

But ultimately, he didn’t raise his head. He continued keeping his head peeled

“Yes, honorable Death Consul.”

that, ghastly white and dark green mysterious symbols were accentuated as they meshed together, forming an

contracted and was

at him and pointed to Admiral Hell did he blankly step forward and enter a ten-meter-radius. He began

to flail his arms, but none of that happened. Soon, his thoughts turned

up. Bowing his

before finally slowly saying, “In the Death pathway, high-level Beyonders have extremely suppressive powers over

tell. Back when I threw your copper whistle, even the Sequence 5 Admiral Hell failed to control his undead creatures… Klein

areas rose up. Carrying

Murloc Cufflink he had

I’ve finally gotten it back… As Klein was lost in poignancy, he reached out

he saw Mr. Azik walk back and reach out

arms to grab onto

colors saturated, brightened, and overlapped. Having entered the spirit world, Klein

Sea,” Azik

moment and then added, “Give me the

out the iron cigar case and retrieve

that this ring left by Death, together with this copper whistle and myself,

said, “My dream tells me that

the Artificial Death Project. We can make decisions after receiving more detailed information

fell silent for

is calling

that this man with soft facial features and weathered eyes had his

Klein through the pitch-black storm that enveloped the Berserk