The skeletal figure stood on the deck, openly exuding the aura of the undead.
The massive skeletal figure and the dense undead aura emanating from it quickly caught the attention of the crew members responsible for vigilance and patrols on the ship.
"Enemy!"
"Quick! Quick! Notify the captain, enemies have boarded the ship!"
Urgent shouts echoed one after another, accompanied by chaotic footsteps and the sound of guns being cocked.
Phoenix expressionlessly extended his palms, pushing forward as if opening a non-existent Door.
In an instant, a bronze-colored Door, covered in mysterious patterns and impossible to precisely describe, appeared on the deck in front of him, swaying and creaking, gradually opening a crack.
From the endless Darkness within, countless undead creatures surged out; some directly attacked the approaching pirates, some merged with the deck and burrowed into the ship's cabins, while others hovered in mid-air, their cold, decaying aura of Death solidifying into a faint mist in the air.
Phoenix's gaze swept around, and he said calmly, "Leave this to me."
As he spoke, he gently brushed the emerald-studded ring on his right thumb, and the surrounding rotten, cold, and Death aura instantly intensified, as if the underworld had been projected into reality, indiscriminately corroding every living creature on the ship.
A faint blue glow flickered in the Prophet Clone's eyes, and specks of brass-colored light diffused in front of him, quickly converging to form an illusory symbol composed of layers upon layers of Doors.
A faint blue ripple spread out, and the illusory "Door" quickly materialized, suddenly transforming into a faint blue, indistinct Door without a solid feel.
On the other side of the Door, a dimly lit room could vaguely be seen, seemingly containing many bright golden collectibles.
The Prophet Clone turned his head to look at Sia and whispered, "She's still here."
Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped into this illusory and vague Door. The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and in just an instant, he arrived in the room he had seen in his previous prophecy.
He saw many mirrors hanging on the surrounding walls, of various styles, but all had intricate patterns carved into their edges. Their surfaces were dim and shadowy, and within them seemed to hide countless things and layers of space, reflecting the room into a dark and profound labyrinth.
"Mirror maze…" The Prophet Clone murmured softly, his eyes instantly turning silver-white, his gaze deep and unfocused.
This state lasted only a very short time. After the silver-white faded from his eyes, he chuckled and clapped his hands a few times.
His hands were stained with a brilliant gold, like dazzling sunlight, spreading outwards layer by layer with each clap. Bright, splendid, and pure warm light rippled like water, flowing in all directions.
The dark and profound labyrinth reflected by the mirrors around him rapidly melted away under the light. In just a few breaths, the room returned to a dim yellow.
The Prophet Clone's gaze lingered on the mirrors on the surrounding walls. Behind him, Sia, who had not spoken since arriving on the Newins, stepped directly forward, walking towards the oval mirror hanging in the center of the wall to his left.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror with cold eyes, and said expressionlessly, "A qualified Hunter would not set such a crude trap."
"Heh, it seems you've been a Demoness for too long and have forgotten that you were once a Hunter."
As she spoke, she reached out and touched the seemingly ordinary mirror. From the point where her palm met the mirror's surface, ripples of silver-white continuously spread outwards.
The bronze color on the mirror gradually faded, revealing a golden mirror surface, and a distorted figure within the mirror. Her eyes were filled with venomous resentment, like a bloodthirsty evil spirit, staring intently at Sia, her mouth constantly opening and closing, yet no sound was emitted.
Splat!
Sia suddenly pressed down hard with her right hand on the mirror, directly cracking the golden surface. Crimson blood flowed from her hand, spreading rapidly along the cracks on the mirror, covering the entire surface.
The crimson blood gradually turned into a golden liquid, continuously gushing out from within the mirror, as if this golden-poured mirror was rapidly melting.
Each step Sia took backward, the golden liquid advanced one step, until Sia retreated to the center of the room.
The golden liquid surged upwards, twisting and writhing in mid-air, gradually solidifying into the graceful figure of a woman. Her facial features bore a three-tenths resemblance to Sia's, but her entire body was golden and shimmered with a metallic luster.
"It seems she really is dead. This is just half an evil spirit, or a rampaging Monster, that has returned by relying on the resurrection fallback she left behind…"
Sia gazed at the figure that seemed to be cast from gold, and sighed with a rather complex tone.
The Prophet Clone looked at the figure before him with deep eyes and responded softly, "Perhaps the lightning bolt struck by Lord of Storms directly obliterated her body, and the Primordial Demoness's will had a significant impact on her spirit, causing some unexpected events during her resurrection process."
On the deck of the Newins, a mournful gale suddenly swept across the entire ship, dispersing the faint mist formed by the condensed Death aura around.
But soon, the mist re-condensed, as if it had taken root in this area.
"Admiral Deep Sea" Howl Constantine?"
Phoenix's gaze penetrated the fighting undead and pirates around him, looking at the figure who had just emerged from the captain's cabin, his clothes not yet fully donned.
Boom!
Howl Constantine slightly parted his lips, mimicking the sound of thunder, carrying a strong deterrent force that could directly interfere with spiritual bodies, and the sound exploded all around.
The faint mist that had obscured the crimson moonlight in the air was directly dispersed in part, and the crimson moonlight once again fell upon the deck.
The fighting pirates and undead simultaneously paused, but the pirates on the Newins quickly recovered; they seemed to be accustomed to this sound.
The undead creatures summoned by Phoenix, however, showed obvious confusion, and some weaker spirits directly lost their minds.
Seizing this opportunity, various Beyonder abilities and ammunition poured onto the stagnant and chaotic undead, quickly turning the tide of the battle.
"A Gatekeeper? Why are you attacking us?"
Howl Constantine's voice was very loud, even having a deep, rumbling quality.
Phoenix rubbed his ears; the other party's voice made his eardrums ache.
While rubbing his ears, he slightly parted his lips, as if silently chanting something, like the whispers of the dead, with countless things weeping, wailing, and roaring...
With the appearance of the whispers of the dead, the situation on the field instantly reversed.
The pirates who were originally pouring out ammunition and Beyonder abilities suddenly stopped. The whispers of the dead directly bypassed the protection of the flesh and blood, establishing a connection with their spiritual bodies. Whether they covered their ears or restrained their spirituality, they could not isolate this sound.
"The ultimate destination of all Death, the hell hidden in the Spirit World, the symbol of all things' decay, the kingdom belonging solely to Death…"
Phoenix clenched his right hand into a fist and held it to his mouth and nose, softly chanting the honorific name pointing to the underworld through the whispers of the dead.
The ring on his right thumb flashed with a subtle glow, and the bronze-colored Door in front of him, covered in mysterious patterns, continuously swayed and creaked, as if several terrifying existences were about to burst out from within.
Boom!
A silver-white bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, directly striking the deck of the Newins, landing on the swarms of undead, breaking into countless tiny electric snakes that darted in all directions.
This lightning was quite effective against the undead; just one lightning strike directly cleared an area of undead.
The undead affected by the lightning either directly perished or were paralyzed and rigid in place, engulfed by the subsequent attacks.
The gale wailed as it swept across the entire deck, directly lifting Howl Constantine's body into the air. As he willed it, thin wind blades condensed in front of him, instantly striking Phoenix.
A giant hand made of piled pale bones extended from the bronze Door, grasping the invisible wind blades, making a bursting sound and scattering many shattered white bones around.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Silver-white bolts of lightning fell, striking the giant bone arm, carrying a strong paralyzing effect, preventing the undead from emerging from within the bronze Door.
Howl Constantine's gaze gradually became solemn. While continuously summoning lightning, he reached into his Pregnant and pulled out a dark red pocket watch, gently flipping open its cover.
Faint blue and crimson intertwined flames instantly surged out, completely enveloping him, spreading everywhere with the howling gale, emitting a strong smell of sulfur.
Under the embrace of the flames, Howl Constantine's body continuously expanded. In just a moment, his body swelled to nearly 3 meters, a pair of giant bat-wing-like wings grew from his back, directly tearing through his clothes, and curved goat horns extended from his head, covered in countless mysterious patterns.
Howl Constantine, now a Devil, grinned menacingly at Phoenix. His eyes overflowed with uncontrollable malice, and crimson flames tinged with faint blue wrapped around him. With a wild wail, he rapidly closed the distance between them.
Phoenix unhurriedly took a step back. With his movement, countless transparent phantoms flowed out from him, gathering and merging into a soft mass in front of him.
They frequently emitted shrieks, direct damage to spiritual bodies, the shrieks of vengeful spirits!
On the deck, both the undead and the pirates covered their ears and wailed in pain. The weaker Beyonder and ordinary people directly fell into a coma.
The massive Devil figure, originally diving down from mid-air, also uncontrollably slowed down, a painful expression surfacing on his ferocious face.
Phoenix again extended his left hand forward, his index finger pointing at the devilized Howl Constantine. A phantom skull, wreathed in black mist, rapidly formed and struck him, carrying a heavy aura of Death, as if an emissary sent from the underworld.
Howl Constantine in mid-air extended his right hand forward, a faint blue flame burning in his palm. Like a cage, it solidified the phantom skull once it entered the faint blue flame, continuously eroding it.
The tall Devil continuously flapped the giant wings on his back, creating an exaggerated whirlwind that rapidly spread, enveloping Phoenix within it. The invisible wind instantly turned into a tangible restraint, pinning him in place.
Howl Constantine, with crimson magma in one hand and faint blue flames in the other, grinned as he dove down. As he brought his hands together, he directly pulled out an exaggerated greatsword composed of crimson magma and faint blue flames.
Under the augmentation of the strong wind, his speed was so fast that he almost left an afterimage in mid-air. In just a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Phoenix, holding the exaggerated greatsword with both hands and striking down fiercely.
Boom!
The crimson and faint blue intertwined gale violently swept outwards, directly tearing apart the surrounding deck. The nearby undead and pirates also did not escape unscathed.
A massive gray-blue arm, covered in black patches and stitching marks, extended from Phoenix's chest and abdomen, firmly grasping the exaggerated greatsword striking down from above his head.
This arm was exaggerated, like it belonged to a giant, shimmering with the radiance of dawn, like an unbreakable invisible wall.
The crimson and faint blue intertwined flames and the radiance of dawn interwove, yet remained distinctly separate.
Sizzling!
From beneath the torn deck came the sound of electric arcs jumping. Silver-white electric arcs, like a dense spiderweb, danced across the entire Newins, appearing and disappearing.
Howl Constantine's large Devil face showed a panicked emotion. He wanted to break free from Phoenix's entanglement, but found that the lava greatsword in his hand was firmly gripped by that strange arm, and he couldn't pull it back at all.
"Die!"
He looked at Phoenix, uttering a Devil word from the Abyss, full of foul and Fallen meaning.
A pale face emerged from Phoenix's heart, stained with mottled red rust and burning with sulfur-smelling flames. It was as if it was firmly squeezed by an invisible giant hand, unable to make any struggle, and directly dissipated into a black mist full of Fallen meaning.
Phoenix's eyes instantly became profound. He slightly parted his lips, emitting the whispers of the dead that directly affected the spiritual body.
Howl Constantine's foul words, which were about to be uttered, stopped. It was as if countless things were weeping, wailing, and roaring in his ears… causing his spirit to fall into uncontrollable chaos.