A dull and depressing atmosphere filled the air. The crew of the Wave Wave looked at the three huge sailing ships with great nervousness. Some sailors had expressions of fear on their faces, but with their rich sailing experience, they would not

Yelling like a fool.

They were silent, not making any sound, and even the act of swallowing was prohibited by their brains, which were filled with fear.

Unable to suppress their fear, the sailors covered their mouths with their hands.

As for the new crew members, after Zhang Da uttered his first frightened syllable, a few veteran sailors covered their mouths.

They looked at the three giant ships with gloomy expressions. For ships, the distance of five or six nautical miles is not that long, especially for giant ships that are hundreds of meters long.

From this distance, they couldn't escape at all.

and.......

"What are you still doing!! Purifying light!"

With the sound of the cabin door bolt being opened, a man threw out the fur clothes wrapped around his body, and the pale golden plate armor lit up with a milky white light.

The fear and anxiety on the faces of the people closest to him were driven away.

After the dispelling magic was released, his fists were covered with two balls of white light.

"Holy Fist!"

Shouting the name of the magic in his heart, the strong man in plate armor punched the air next to him.

puff--

"ah!!!"

A vengeful spirit with a shape similar to that of a fish-man emerged from the air, with a huge hole appearing in its abdomen, and at the edge of the hole, the milky white holy light continued to melt its body.

The pain of the body being dissolved made it let out a sharp and piercing scream.

The man did not stop, and swung his left fist hard at its head, and the fist with the holy light directly blasted the fishman's head.

Seeing the body of the fish-man spirit melting away, the man turned to the captain and Aino and shouted:

"What are you still doing! The undead have already boarded the ship! Organize a manpower defense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his fists collided together, and a circle of white holy light spread out. Along with low screams, illusory figures emerged from the air one by one.

Humans, murlocs, monsters, and nearly a hundred resentful spirits were already densely packed on the deck of the Wave.

"Damn it! No wonder it stinks so much! Are there so many undead souls gathered already!?"

"Uncle Rhett, why are you here?"

Because of the angle of view, the young captain who looked directly at the Paladin did not see the undead that were already scattered around him.

This is the paladin who helped them before. As a reward, he was allowed to board the Wave and take him to the Kingdom of Allen.

But why didn't you get off the ship?

"I didn't know! It's so cold! I overslept in no time! Rather than this, let's get rid of the dead souls first!"

Paladin Red's fists glowed with a more dazzling white light, and he punched a fish-man wraith that rushed toward him.

boom--

The holy fist knocked the opponent back for a certain distance, and the holy white light burned most of the resentful spirit's body.

But when he was about to receive the second punch, his whole body was shaken, and a dark mark appeared on the light golden plate armor on his back.

Damn it, I was attacked!

"Holy light protection!"

Milky white light enveloped Red's whole body, and the strong light weakened the surrounding undead.

Except for those timid crew members who were killed by the undead while fleeing in panic, other sailors also followed Aino to find ways to attack the undead.

However, neither the sword nor the dagger can cause any damage.

Seeing this situation, Rhett quickly punched the octopus-like undead wrapped around his arm on the deck. He put his left hand forcefully into the breastplate and took out four crystal bottles from it.

Then he shook it forcefully to the side.

"Dip your weapon in holy water! You can attack!"

Although it was difficult, Aino was avoiding the undead attack without any danger. When he saw several crystal bottles flying towards him, his eyes lit up:

"I have a better way!"

He waved his hand, and a piece of water element rolled up the crystal bottle into the sky.

After a while, raindrops emitting a faint white light fell from the sky.

...

On a ghost ship, a man over two meters tall, wearing a tuxedo and a gentleman's hat, turned his head and looked at the rain of holy light.

"White rain...liquid, I never thought that holy light would be so disgusting."

Then he turned his gaze back and straightened his hat.

"A ghost ship? It's the first time I've seen it."

This two-meter-tall gentleman in a tuxedo, leaning on a long cane, slowly walked on the deck of the ghost ship. Every time he took a step, dozens of ghosts would appear around him. In just a few steps,

, nearly a hundred undead have appeared beside him.

"I hope I can harvest enough."

This person is naturally Art, but what appears this time is not a phantom, but Art's true body.

Cast spells quickly!

Shadows merge!

Each skill lights up one after another.

Crow Mage·Spells are surging!

Crow Mage·Proficient in spellcasting!

Crow's Affinity and Loyal Heart!

Shady magic!

In the sky, the eyes of hundreds of shadow crows lit up at the same time. Pieces of thick black fog shrouded the sky, and the dense black fog made the sky darken.

As the sky turned dark, Art could feel that he had become much more relaxed, as if the chains had been broken off, and the power in his body became surging.

Dark Night Poetry · Traction Elements.

While the meditation method was operating, the surrounding dark elements were drawn and gathered together.

Apocalypse·Curse of the Night!

I felt spiritual energy surge in my body, sweeping around like ocean waves.

boom!!!

Even though the damage caused by the dark attribute to the undead is very low, under the amplification of multiple buffs, this blow will have a devastating effect.

The bodies of the undead were completely crushed the moment they came into contact with the curse of the night.

The pile of undead that was originally densely packed on the deck was emptied in an instant.

While releasing the spell, Art's consciousness was also attached to the body of Doom.

Those empty and unknown eyes looked around, not missing any trace.

When he killed these undead souls, threads of faint, undetectable blue and black threads surged toward his body.

The black one is bad luck, the blue one is luck.

But this misfortune and luck are too weak and thin. Compared with the misfortune that makes up his body, not only the quality, but also the quantity is pitifully small, just like water vapor the size of a sewing needle and a lake the size of a small town.

After these threads gathered together, they did not directly pour into the black mist of doom.

Moreover, the system also has follow-up actions.

Under the power of the system, these weak misfortunes that gathered together were constantly rotating and twisting, and were divided into two different air masses.

One mass of black and one mass of blue.

The black misfortune gathered into a bigger misfortune.

Subsequently, the size of this ball of doom began to shrink, and its color became darker and darker. When it shrank to the same color as the doom of Art's body, it stopped changing.

but......

Condensed into the doom, the volume has shrunk to only one percent of its original size, which is smaller than every previous share of doom.

The next moment, this trace of bad luck was absorbed by Art's body.

Although it has been absorbed, there does not appear to be any obvious change.

There was no change in the experience value tank, not even a trace of growth.

The misfortune obtained by killing low-level creatures is originally less, and because the level of misfortune is too low, it becomes even less after it is converted into misfortune of the same level as Art.
To be continued...