Then, an astonishing scene appeared!
It was as if all the weapons were slashing at the air, passing through the translucent body without any hindrance. Not to mention causing damage, there was not even the slightest bit of hindrance.
"Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang … "
The attacks of the warriors and knights all smashed onto the deck, splashing up a large amount of wood shavings. A few of them had used too much strength and directly pierced through the half-meter-thick deck. The terrifying power caused the entire ship to shake violently. The power was not much weaker than the power of artillery shells.
However, such powerful attacks were unable to harm the Spirit King at all!
Fear!
Confusion!
Despair!
An expression of disbelief appeared on everyone's face!
Some of them stood on the spot and stared at their hands in a daze, while others slashed wildly like crazy. There were also some who laughed maniacally like crazy …
As for the captains on the other warships, they hurriedly called out to the sailors and immediately fired burning stone shells at the flagship, attempting to get rid of it together with the terrifying undead so that they would not follow in the same footsteps.
Navid Rustam stared with his pair of red eyes and sighed with great enjoyment. "Ah!
This is fear!
This is despair!
This crazy thought … Wonderful … It's really wonderful … Since the prelude to death has begun … Let me push it to the climax … After all … Before a big meal, there should always be some appetizers to decorate it … "
After saying that, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The next second …
"Pu!"
A knight who was attacking crazily suddenly felt a sharp pain. He lowered his head and found that there was a large hole in his chest where his heart was. His beating heart rolled to the ground from inside and blood gushed out continuously. A few seconds later, he blacked out and fell to the ground, losing consciousness forever …
High speed!
Swift and violent!
Fast and fast!
The Spirit King used his own actions to show the lowly mortals what the efficiency of killing was and what the art of death was.
Within a short minute, he used his claws that could pierce through anything to dig out the hearts of the remaining knights and warriors. At the same time, he devoured their souls at an unbelievable speed.
The powerful professionals who could fight against a hundred were like bugs, easily crushed to death on the deck. They did not even have a chance to resist because their weapons could not hurt the ghosts that did not have a physical body at all.
After slaughtering all the survivors on the deck of the flagship, Navid Rustam threw down the broken ship that was riddled with holes and flew directly across the sea to another ship. He continued to slaughter the desperate sailors, enjoying the negative emotions brought by pain, screams, despair, and death.
For the undead, this was simply the best nourishment. Coupled with the pleasure of devouring souls, he looked like a drug addict, unable to extricate himself.
As the negative emotions accumulated, the fog on the sea became thicker and thicker.. Only the screams of the sailors could be heard. But after more than ten minutes, the voices, the screams of the crew members to be heard. But after a dozen or so minutes, the voices became less and less..
Andre had long noticed the abnormality in the surroundings. At this moment, he was standing on the dilapidated deck of the Eye of Arcane, squinting his eyes as he stared in the direction of the sound. Lowering his voice, he asked the elven attendant beside him, "How is it?
Do you feel anything?
Especially this unusual coldness. It's exactly the same as the last time we explored the underground ruins. "
"Master, if my senses are not wrong, it should be a powerful undead killing wantonly. The fog on the sea is negative emotions and energy. It will only appear when it gathers to a certain extent. The thick smell of blood in the air also means that the fleet that attacked us just now should be almost wiped out by now."
As a druid, Nina was particularly sensitive to all unnatural things, including werecreatures, monsters created by magic, devils from hell, demons that crawled out of the abyss, and undead that relied on negative energy to survive.
Not to mention that the negative energy was so thick that even ordinary people would feel uncomfortable. Even if a small skeleton or a living corpse appeared within a kilometer, it would not be able to escape her senses.
"The navy of Bakarov City … the invisible fleet waiting for us to fall into a trap … and now the appearance of a terrifying undead … What is the connection?
Or is it just a coincidence? "
André muttered to himself as his brain worked quickly, trying to find some useful clues.
Because the whole thing happened too suddenly, and because he had to take Chloe and the others to avoid the stone bullets and flames that blotted out the sky, it was good enough that they were not injured. He did not have much time to think at all.
Now, he could finally stop and quietly recall if he had missed anything, and how to get out of the current predicament.
The Eye of Arcane had suffered a devastating blow. Two of the three main masts were broken, the first deck was beyond recognition, and the second deck was also damaged to varying degrees. Fortunately, the supporting structure of the hull was still intact, and there was no need to worry about sinking for a while.
As the vice-captain, Bartholomew quickly gathered the crew members who were not dead. While counting the casualties, he carried out emergency repairs on the ship. At the same time, he reloaded the cannons and was ready for battle at any time.
The previous rounds of attacks had killed more than half of the sailors, and about a third of the barbarian warriors. The Sandstorm Mercenary Group was slightly better, with less than ten casualties. This was because most of them were injured and stayed in the lowest cabin, escaping the terrible disaster.
Of course, the main reason was that the penetration of the ballista was relatively poor, and the fire was extinguished in time. Otherwise, it would have burned the ammunition depot in a few minutes, and that would have been a big problem.
A few minutes later, Bartholomew came to André with a gloomy face and said in a low voice, "Sir, our situation is more serious than we thought. The most fatal is that the sails and rudder are all damaged. It will take at least forty minutes to an hour to repair them. I'm afraid the enemy won't give us that much time …"
"Don't worry about whether we have time or not. Get someone to repair the rudder and replace it with backup sails. Even if there is only one mast left, the Eye of Arcane can still barely move.
Remember, once the repairs are done, escape immediately. No matter what happens, don't stay. I'll think of a way to buy some time. "
After saying that, André raised his hand and buffed himself with 'Protection from Evil', 'Mage Armor', and 'Flight'. Then, he activated the three defensive arcane spells on the 'Secondary Defense Staff'.
In just a few seconds, his body flickered with colorful magical radiance, especially the huge translucent wings on his back, which looked very cool.
But all this could not hide the fact that he was about to engage in a dangerous battle, especially now that he did not know what kind of undead creature he would be facing, let alone its abilities, weaknesses, challenge level, and so on.