He Comes From the Void

Black mist covered the sky and covered the sun and surged along the sea surface, and schools of fish sank to the bottom one after another.

A few tentacles protrude first from the front of the dense fog, like the exhaust of a jet plane. Those were some flying vengeful spirits, and the fanatical undead rushed to the forefront of the soul-eating night.

They flitted high in the air, screaming like the fabled Wailing Banshees, their voices like the cries of dead birds. The wraith flew past the warning buoy, the bells rang wildly, and the floating tombstone swayed back and forth like convulsions. I don't know if it is the tombstone shaking by the wind, or the dead spirit in the coffin below has awakened.

The Wraith rushed towards the Siren with a black mist soaring into the sky, and there were a few scattered fishing boats around.

Kahn struck the nameless bell, which made a long chime.

By the way, he gave the clock an anonymous name. In fact, the Soul Bell would be more appropriate, but it always seems a bit contrary to the East here.

The sound of the bell injected energy into the spiritual realm, and the wraith became even more violent, with a huge increase in speed, rushing towards the most conspicuous Raven above the mast.

Facing the roaring undead, Lei Wen broke out in cold sweat nervously, but everyone looked at him, he couldn't slide down like this.

He tightly wrapped the cable around his arm several times, even if he died, he would hang it.

Trembling with fear, the berserk Wraith almost rushed forward. At this time, the bell finally stopped, and the sudden silence caused the pale wraiths to freeze as if they were frozen, and then they fell straight into the sea, splashing a splash of water.

One of the wraiths froze in the air and fell straight to the deck, shattering itself like a lump of ice, creating a cloud of black smoke.

Then the bell rang again.

"Attention everyone." Kahn said loudly: "No matter who it is, protect the clock for me. No matter how dangerous the situation is or how terrifying the monster you see, don't mess up the rhythm of the bell. The rhythm is not good. Too fast, too slow, too fast will only make the undead go berserk without limit, too slow will give them too much breathing time, only a suitable rhythm can calm the invading undead. Once the rhythm is broken, we will die."

While speaking, the black mist rolled over the railing of the ship, followed by the howling and screaming of the undead, and the wraith passed over their heads.

Many silhouettes of flaming will-o'-the-wisps emerge from the mist: malevolent undead, howling wandering spirits, ghastly knights, gigantic aggregates of souls...the list goes on and on.

This time there are many more types than what Karthus recruited, and there are also many powerful characters.

The black mist is pervasive, tentacles of mist snake out from the cracks of the sampan, and the stitches of the sailmaker's seal are also leaking mist, approaching these living flesh.

The sailors lit the golden lamp oil brought from No Earn No Return everywhere on the ship. On the deck, on the mast, in the cabin... every place emitted golden lights, isolating the touch of corruption under the barrier of light outside.

Karn covered himself with skin armor, leaving only his face exposed to the air.

The whistling of the black mist became tighter and tighter, and ghosts appeared frequently in the black waves, bypassing the lights and bombarding the sails. The people on the boat only felt a violent shock, and the boat under their feet was rushed towards Bilgewater.

Many people fell down accidentally, but Raven cheered loudly on the mast, and the shouts followed the flying evil spirits, riding the turbulent black fog with pride, and his life became legendary because of his fearlessness at this moment.

Darkness rolls across the sea, toward land.

The lights in Bilgewater ahead began to fade.

"Help!" A cry for help came from below the Siren, and a fishing boat found the bells and lights sheltered here, and immediately turned to row towards the big ship.

But the surroundings of the Siren have long been entangled in black mist, and there are pale faces floating under the sea surface, and lifeless cold fireflies dancing.

The black mist carried an oppressive cold, and as soon as it touched the fishermen, the blood vessels under the skin quickly died, showing black lines. The icy breath of the tomb engulfed his back, and the fisherman could no longer cry for help.

Some castaways fleeing the Ruin's Curse try to dive beneath the waves, thinking that corruption does not seep to the bottom of the ocean.

But they are wrong.

Snapped--

A wave exploded in the sea near the Siren, and a huge sucker-covered spirit tentacles reached out of the sea, grabbing a drenched poor man.

Immediately afterwards, a huge spiritual octopus suddenly appeared in the mist, its tentacles stirred the black sea water, its whole body was glowing with a green light, it was wearing an iron helmet, and a pair of dark narrow eyes were staring at it without any warmth. Then he used the other two tentacles to wrap around and lift the boat he was on, twisting it in two in different directions.

"The undead of the abyss siren?" Sarah gasped. If giant sea beasts could also be cursed into undead, then the Siren would not be safe.

Lucian couldn't stand it anymore, a burst of light pierced through the man's chest, leaving only a hollow with charred edges, and at the same time ended the man's last life that was nothing but fear.

Sarah cursed secretly, although she knew that the undead Kraken would probably approach the Siren after killing that person, but Lucian's behavior would undoubtedly irritate the other party and greatly increase the chance of the Siren being attacked.

Sure enough, after twisting the corpse into a blood-spitting twist, the giant beast of the black water leaned towards the Siren.

Now Sarah also had to take out her double guns, and she was bound to kill the ship before it was attacked.

At this moment, a giant whale broke through the sea surface between the Siren and the Kraken, and a water column tens of meters high was ejected from the blowhole.

The sea was blackened by the black mist. This giant whale came up to breathe, but it was self-defeating instead of the Siren and became the target of the Kraken Undead.

The tentacles of the spirit body wrapped around the fins, and the suction cups clung to the rough skin. After a long cry, the giant whale bit the sea monster's tentacles with its teeth. The giant beasts of life and death wrestled, sparking violent waves, and both sank into the dark bottom of the sea.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, and then said fiercely to Lucian: "Can you guarantee that you won't set us on fire again?"

The latter looked at the vortex on the sea calmly, and said: "You let us concentrate on dealing with the undead."

"Is the life of a person on board a human life? Don't do anything casually, please."

"Okay." Lucian pressed his pistol to his chest, guarding against the undead who tried to attack the Siren during the pause of the bell.

"Turn right, watch out for the reef!" Raven shouted from the mast.

Even in total darkness, the skilled sailor recognizes by memory the dangers of the water, these sharp reefs which have always been there at all times.

The strong arm of the helmsman suddenly exerted strength, and he turned the steering wheel to the right ahead of time. The Siren quickly drifted out of a trajectory on the sea and rushed towards the dead harbor.