He Comes From the Void

There are countless undead lurking under the dark sea. In order to get under the Leviathan, the lightning released by Sarah almost illuminated the entire Blood Harbor.

She pressed her hands against the armor, and the suction from the skin armor's suction cups kept her firmly attached to the hull. Without looking back, she crawled towards the top of the cannon muzzle, pale faces appeared on the water below her body, and countless claws scratched on the iron armor, leaving harsh sounds.

There was no sign of life in the gun bay with the door wide open, and the wraiths entered and exited the Leviathan wantonly through the two gun doors.

Her thick defense is also effective against the undead. Standing here, Sarah saw a ghost fly into the hull of a sea hunting ship, and then the keel pierced through the hull and broke into several pieces.

In just one heartbeat, the whole ship froze into a lump of wood, and then sank as if it was full of stones. Something stretched out with gaunt limbs and a hooked mouth, dragging the sailors hiding inside into the bottom of the ocean.

The master of death rode a monster with the head of a lion and the body of a snake, and crashed into the crowd of ships, smashing all the ships in his path one after another. Sails and hawsers were torn like rotting shrouds. The hull was thrown out of the water and smashed into another ship, and even the heavy mast was splintered.

Compared with these wrecked ships, it is already a huge miracle that the largest and most conspicuous Leviathan can stand in this death storm.

There are very few undead with strong heads against the iron armor of the Leviathan. Perhaps when the night of soul eclipse spreads to Noxus one day, you can see these sons of war resist the impact of the undead with solid fortress guards Bar.

Sarah left the gun bay and came to a row of doors.

The long corridors were filled with choking smoke, which was not black fog. There are vigil candles made of whale dung in front of each door, and there are braziers hanging, in which some strange herbs are simmering, and wisps of green smoke are emitting, giving off a pungent smell, which even overwhelms the old stench of the slaughtering docks down.

"There are no ghosts in the corridor. It seems that lighting the Queen's Grass can disperse the undead is not completely superstitious." There is no black mist and no undead here. Sarah simply opened the helmet, revealing a glamorous face.

"But what's the use? The queen's grass can prevent the undead, but it can't prevent me. Death, knock on the door."

She produced a cigar, removed the sea glass bottle, and lit it near the candle.

Sarah took a deep breath and kicked open the nearest door.

The Leviathan's hull was only wrapped in iron armor, and these living areas were all wooden structures, which were kicked away by Sarah.

The door of the room was suddenly broken open, and the sailors inside thought it was the undead who broke in, and they all got up with weapons and approached the door.

But it was a few flashing bullets that came oncoming, and after a few flashes in the room, there was no sound.

There were several corpses lying in disorder in the room, and each of them had a charred hole around the edge.

Sarah didn't need to ask Planck where he was hiding, because she didn't want to let anyone who was loyal to Planck go, including Planck, and none of the people hiding on this boat tonight would want to live.

She walked among the corpses calmly, fiddling with the pistol, and then noticed that the room was full of alcohol, and there were several bottles of half-drunk rum on the table.

"These people are still in the mood to drink, do they really think that the undead can't enter the Leviathan?"

In fact, there is nothing wrong with drinking, as long as you don't make noise to attract the attention of the undead, generally speaking, the undead will not break open the closed room on purpose.

Looking at these wine bottles, a cruel idea gradually rose in Sarah's mind.

She poured all the wine on the quilt, then threw the cigar on it, and ignited a fire with a splash, spreading along the beams.

At this particular time of night, no one will be out to contain the fire.

Before long, the entire ship would be ablaze, and the smoke and heat would drive people out of their closed rooms.

But that's not the worst part.

Sarah put her helmet on and walked to the next door. She wanted to kill a few more before the fire spread.

Behind her, black mist silently crowded the room, injecting bloodthirsty evil spirits into the scorched gun hole. The pale skin and pitch-black blood vessels formed a stark contrast, and the dead man's fingers began to move slightly.

Undead, the theme of Soul Eater Night is always the undead.

...

Bilgewater, this is not the first time Lucian has come.

Only here can you find the greedy captain who is willing to risk his life to lead them to the terrifying Shadow Isles.

There are dark rivers all over the lower city, and the river and streets have been shrouded in thick black fog. The fog is surging back and forth, and there are some faint light spots in the darkness, like will-o'-the-wisps in the swamp.

The stern smile of resentment was like a rusty blade scraping on the grindstone, echoing among the buildings. Rows of scavenger birds gather on the roofs and squawk, trying to feast on fresh meat before the moon sets. The sound of the blade dragging the ground echoed among the stones, and every time the footsteps stopped, a hapless soul was taken away.

The two passed a dilapidated wooden house with shattered panes, the wooden door had been knocked open and hung precariously on the leather rope, the vigil candle had been knocked over, and the fragments of the door latch lay quietly on the ground, covered with frost.

Lucian glanced in with trepidation, his pupils shrank suddenly.

It was late again, and there was only a cold corpse and residual fear left in the room, and the resentment in his eyes was lingering in front of his eyes.

Senna said calmly, "You can't save everyone."

Lucian nodded muffledly, a few will-o'-the-wisps emerged from the black mist in front of him, a house not far away opened its doors, and then a middle-aged couple walked out, calling a name, walking towards the will-o'-the-wisps without realizing it .

"Don't look at them!!" Lucian warned, but the other party turned a deaf ear.

The couple walked straight into the river with a phantom that only they could see, and when they rushed over, they had turned into two cold corpses with weird smiles on their lips.

Lucian knew that this was not the only case. There were many more people who had been sucked out of their vitality by the black mist because they were hiding in a room with air leaks, and ended their lives in various ways in hallucinations.

"The Black Mist will have its retribution," Senna said.

Looking at these resigned dead, he was inexplicably angry. But what good was that, he could only agree with Senna.

"The couple's son died of a sea plague less than a year ago and they miss him dearly. I should be thankful for bringing them back together again."

A voice suddenly came from the mist, and the viciousness in the tone aroused a familiar pricking pain in their flesh.

The ghost's body glowed with a sickly green light, holding a dangling lantern in its lifeless hand, and with a light flick, the two poor souls were taken away.

"Dear Senna, we meet again."