parentshiftbook Chapter 359 - 303: The Edge of the World, The Conspiracy Begins
Chapter 359 - 303: The Edge of the World, The Conspiracy Begins
Chapter 359: Chapter 303: The Edge of the World, The Conspiracy Begins
HISS—!
The [Fearful Aura] naturally emanating from the Ghost Ship suddenly spread out, causing all living creatures to involuntarily bristle with fear, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Although the Ghost Ship, named the Black Coffin, seemed utterly silent except for the creaking of its old, decaying planks, the lack of normal sailing sounds made it all the more terrifying.
The sense of oppression it brought was in no way inferior to the monstrous octopus warship lurking beneath the water.
Even if one were to compare all the bizarre tales that circulated on the high seas, the former’s reputation would clearly surpass that of the latter in stopping children’s cries.
Mr. Crow Naerm put away his horn and cackled strangely, flapping his wings and landing on the mainmast’s yard of the Ghost Ship.
It added a touch more of the reaper’s presence to the scene.
Byron also stopped his summoning of Gungnir.
It was because at that moment, he felt the undisguised hostility from the other side.
He truly did not know whether, even with the only Divine Spear in his hand, the target should be the May Wind or the Black Coffin.
"Is this the Double-faced Person, Smith Robert, the Fourth-order Heroic [Coffin Bearer] from the Kingdom of Castile? How could he have arrived so quickly?"
Magnyra, who had already successfully dealt with the Escort Ship Resolution, also noticed this uninvited guest, and her heart suddenly tensed.
When she had almost gotten into a direct conflict with him at the Pharos Lighthouse meeting, she naturally gathered Intelligence on this Tier 4 Hero as soon as she returned.
The Silver Law-dominated Supernatural World had one advantage in this regard.
Any strong Transcendent among humans would definitely have a name and a reputation, and one might directly find their public information in the "Key of Omniscience" at a public library.
Smith Robert’s profession was a Fourth Order [Coffin Bearer] of the Graveyard Sequence.
The Sequence’s aphorism: "Grant rest to all things!"
In most people’s minds, this profession usually conjures the image of someone dressed in black, carrying a black coffin or corpse bucket on their back, exuding a chilly aura.
Their main duty was to transport the dead from foreign lands back to their hometowns.
Having advanced to Heroic Rank, he had awakened his corresponding Fourth Order professional ability [Soul Ferrying]:
"Freely travel between the Spiritual World and the Material World. Guide the souls of the deceased into a specific area within the collective subconscious sea of human thought, so they do not fall into the Sea of Origin Matter outside the world, and earn a sliver of spiritual reward. One can even reap tangible and intangible ’inheritance’ from their own guests, beyond expectation."
After ascending to Fourth Order, the Double-faced Person naturally also gained the right to establish Guardsmen.
Under the support of the Kingdom of Castile, he captured a Ghost Ship which naturally bore a similar function to a Coffin Bearer, serving both as his casket and spectral guard.
Steering this Ghost Ship, he was not only able to sail in the real world but also to bodily travel into Deadman’s World.
Facing him in battle was like grappling with the psychopomps clad in black and white. His strength was evident.
No one wanted to provoke such a dangerous individual lightly. However, Magnyra, the Governor of Iris, frowned deeply as she watched him.
This area might belong to Windward Strait, but it was only a mere mile away from Iris’s Cape St. Nicholas, falling squarely within a nation’s three-mile territorial waters.
This meant the Black Coffin had intruded into Iris’s territory!
The lady looked back at the alliance fleet of both nations and then mustered her courage to call out,
"Mr. Smith, I hereby request that you leave our territorial waters in my capacity as the Governor of the Colonies of Iris. Otherwise, we will consider your actions an act of provocation."
TAP TAP TAP...
As her words sounded out, the eerily quiet Ghost Ship finally echoed with a series of footsteps.
A tall and gaunt figure in leather attire appeared at the bow.
He wore a captain’s hat on his head, his long gray hair cascading behind him, his skin ashen, exuding the cold, deathly aura of a corpse.
The Double-faced Person, Smith, ignored Magnyra’s feeble threat and looked directly at the Golden Deer and May Wind, still locked in struggle, with a cold smirk on his lips,
"Iris’s territorial waters? Since this isn’t my home turf, how about all of you join me... in Deadman’s World!"
He raised high an antiquated Whale Oil Lamp in his hand.
Within the green flame, one could see a distorted face with bulging eyes gazing malevolently at everyone before it.
This was clearly the spectral entity of the Ghost Ship.
A Ghost Ship with its own consciousness was acclaimed as the closest ship to a Legendary Warship on the high seas.
There were even rumors that the birth of the first Legendary Warship by human Artisans was inspired by the naturally occurring Ghost Ships of the high seas.
BOOM!
With a burst of the wick within the lamp, a brilliant green light flashed.
It was as if a sliver of ghastly green amidst the twilight suddenly covered the Black Coffin, the submerged May Wind, and... the Golden Deer.
The figures of the three Warships instantly began to blur.
This green light symbolized the Edge of the World, the boundary between life and death!
Legend has it that when a life returns or departs, a green light appears in the sky.
Especially at sunset, the appearance of such a phenomenon at sea meant that the Undead were crossing the boundary between the living and the dead.
And the Ghost Ship responsible for transporting the deceased could actively drag people into the interlayer between the Material World and the Spiritual World— the Edge of the World, or what is commonly called Deadman’s World.