Chapter 182 The Shout in the Deep of the Mausoleum

…Seeing the reaction of "Admiral Hell" Ludwell, Klein, like the part of the living crew on the "Black Tulip", almost couldn't believe his eyes.

He originally envisioned two scenarios:

One is that Ludwell invited the help of the demigods of the Spiritual Religion to ambush Gehrman Sparrow and the powerhouse behind him. Ability to foresee danger coming.

The second is that this "Admiral from Hell" was unprepared and forcibly resisted, which was easily resolved by Mr. Azik.

The plan in Klein's heart is, if it is the first situation, Mr. Azik will deal with the demigod, hunt the "Hell Admiral" by himself, and get the second secret puppet. If it is the second situation, then I implore Azik Mr. watched from the sidelines, manipulated the secret puppet, and singled out with Ludwell. During this process, he would use "squirming hunger" to hide in various shadows and try to hide behind the scenes to digest the "secret master" faster Potion.

Who knows, "Admiral Hell" didn't do anything to resist, just prostrated himself on the ground and kissed the deck, if Azik's most loyal and humble servant.

How can we fight this... Klein stared forward in a daze, wondering if he should say something.

And the whole boat was silent.

Ards raised his hand and pressed the silk top hat on his head, and walked slowly to Ludwell who was kneeling on the ground.

One step, two steps, three steps, he stopped in front of "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell, and said in a low voice:

"How far has the Spiritual Cult's artificial death plan progressed?"

Ludwell pressed his forehead firmly against the ground, and replied hoarsely:

"The artificial god of death has been able to actively influence the high-sequence people who have failed in promotion, but it is still unable to respond to prayers and rituals..."

After the description, he raised his upper body slightly, took off the square black ring on his right hand, held it in both hands, and handed it forward.

Silently, the ring seemed to be supported by countless spiritual bodies, flew up by itself, and fell into Azik's palm.

Azik looked at it for a few seconds, twisted up the ring, and put it on the index finger of his left hand.

Suddenly, a horrible, deep, indescribably superior feeling spread from him. Those living corpses and skeletons, either naked or wearing tattered leather armor, knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads, as if they only dared to go straight. Looking at his leather boots, the flying wraiths and shadows also fell to the ground, clinging tightly to the deck, and none of them floated in mid-air.

The rest of the pirates on board fell to the ground one by one, burying their faces on the deck, not daring to lift up.

Klein stood at the other end, looking at Mr. Azik's back and the scene that opened out of nowhere, he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Ards took another two steps, came to the side of "Admiral Hell", then turned around, faced Klein, and said to Ludwell:

"You have been his secret puppet for a year, and when the time limit expires, you can return to the spirit world."

These words, Azik said plainly, did not seem to involve the life and death and future of the "Admiral of Hell", or, to him, this was just a trivial matter, and he did not need to care about the mood and thoughts of the orderee.

Ludwell's body trembled violently, as if angry and unwilling, but in the end he still didn't look up, and still pressed his forehead against the deck and said:

"Yes, the great Archon of Death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious symbols of pale and dark green highlighted one after another and intertwined to form an illusory bronze gate.

The bronze gate quickly shrunk, fell to the forehead of the "Admiral of Hell" and drilled in.

Klein watched in astonishment and confusion, until Mr. Ards nodded to him and pointed to "Admiral Hell", then he moved forward numbly, entered a range of 10 meters, and manipulated Ludwell's spirit body. Wire.

The pirate general wanted to bounce his body and wave his arms several times, but he didn't put it into practice. Soon, his thoughts became stagnant, and he struggled subconsciously.

After a while,

Wearing a silver mask, "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell stood up, lowered his head, and retreated to Klein's side, with "Winner" Enzo on the left and right.

Azik watched quietly, and finally said slowly:

"In the 'Reaper' pathway, high-ranking people have a strong ability to suppress low-ranking people."

...It can be deduced that when I threw your copper whistle before, the "Admiral of Hell" as a Sequence 5 was completely unable to control his own undead creatures... Klein nodded lightly, motioning for himself to remember this matter.

Immediately afterwards, a living corpse that had rotted in several places got up, and walked in front of Klein holding a blue sleeve nail.

This is his lost murloc sleeve nail!

Although it is useless to me now, it still came back after all... Klein sighed inexplicably, and reached out to take back the item that belonged to him.

Then, he saw Mr. Ards walking back, with his hand grabbing his shoulder.

He hastily stretched out his hands and grabbed the shoulders of Enzo and Ludwell's two marionettes respectively.

All the colors became richer, brighter but overlapping, and Klein, who had entered the spirit world, asked instinctively:

"Mr. Ards, where are you going now?"

"The Sea of ​​Violence." Azik replied calmly.

He paused, and added:

"Give me that brass whistle."

"...Okay." Klein asked Secret Puppet Enzo to take out the iron cigarette case, and took out the quaint copper whistle inside.

Azik reached out to take it, and said in a low voice:

"My intuition tells me that with the ring left by the god of death and the copper whistle, and I, we should be able to find the place where the god of death fell in the sea of ​​madness."

Klein subconsciously said:

"My dream told me that it was dangerous there.

"Maybe we should first go to the members of the Spiritual Cult who are obsessed with the artificial death plan, and get more detailed information from them before making a decision."

Azik was silent for a few seconds and said:

"There is a voice calling to me."

Klein turned his head and looked at Mr. Ards. He saw this man with gentle facial features, bronzed eyes and vicissitudes of life. His contours were tight, and the corners of his mouth did not have any extra curvature.

Color blocks flew by one by one, and Azik led Klein quickly into the area of ​​the Sea of ​​Violence where the dark storm swept across the dark lightning.

At this moment, the dark and cold square ring and the exquisite and simple brass-colored whistle flickered at the same time, illuminating Azik's face.

The "Death Consul" who survived the Fourth Epoch closed his eyes, quietly listened to the cry from nowhere, and then shook his right hand violently.

All the scenes in the nearby spiritual world then collapsed inward, turning into a dark vortex that could not see the edge and slowly rotated.

The vortex suddenly expanded, swallowing Azik, Klein and the two marionettes.

Klein felt a sudden and strong dizziness, and almost vomited on the spot.

After some time, he regained his composure, and found that he was in a dark and cold mausoleum, surrounded by open coffins, and there were rotting dead with white feathers on their backs lying in the coffins.

Although he reminded Mr. Azik, he still came here... Klein was stunned for a second, and an uncontrollable sense of helplessness suddenly emerged in his heart.

He turned his head to the side, and saw Azik standing nearby, staring at the depths of the mausoleum led by layers of stairs.

There is a thick black air pervading there, and the smog flows slowly.

"What's hidden there is probably a man-made Grim Reaper..." Klein couldn't help reminding again.

The lines on Azik's face were no longer so tight, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"The previous slumber reminded me of more things. I saw myself sitting on the throne of the skull, and I saw the Extraordinary and ordinary people who fell dead in front of the throne. They didn't do anything wrong, just died suddenly like that. Then they climbed up one after another, turning into pale undead creatures, undead creatures who paid their allegiance to me.

"And I just watched coldly, without any emotional fluctuations, allowing this kind of disaster to spread to the countryside and to the city.

"It doesn't make me feel like myself, but I know very well that maybe this is the real me."

The "Death Consul" of the Fourth Epoch Balam Empire... Klein's mouth moved, and then he squeezed it tightly.

Ards raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and continued in a calm tone without ups and downs:

"I feel like I'm heading back in that direction."

PS: Change it first, and it will be back to normal tomorrow. The main reason is that I got up and went out at 6:30 in the morning yesterday. I couldn’t write and save the manuscript at night, so I went to bed very early.