King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 243 - 243 238 Seven Sins Blade

Chapter 243: Chapter 238: Seven Sins Blade Chapter 243: Chapter 238: Seven Sins Blade “I see.” Hearing what the undead first mate always deviated from his duty, Kaslana responded with amusement.

“I’ve already had my run-in with the two of them. However, they lost, so they are now my subordinates.” While Muria was communicating with Golden Dragon Sister, after responding to the undead first mate, she raised another question.

“Where is Captain Barbossa?”

“The captain, of course, is with the main fleet.” The undead first mate answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Main fleet?” Muria raised her eyebrows, looking at the ghost ships encircling them and some of the undead sailors who had run to the edge of the ship out of curiosity, expressing a hint of surprise.

“So many ships, and yet this is only a branch fleet?” Muria voiced her confusion to Kaslana, “Just how massive is Barbossa’s ghost fleet?”

“The tale of the Ghost Captain has been passed down in the ocean and coastal city ports for nearly ten thousand years.”

“So, Ghost Captain Barbossa has existed for nearly ten thousand years?”

“Even longer perhaps. A Great Lich of legend who lived for over ten thousand years and has an obsession for collecting ghost ships that no one can comprehend. Who but he himself knows how many ghost ships he has accumulated.”

“A legendary Great Litch who loves to collect ghost ships.” Muria smirked.

“It’s said that Barbossa was a pirate captain who reigned over the ocean in his previous life. He has an almost obsessive compulsion to collect ships. Even after becoming a lich, he still retains this habit.”

“Pirate?” Muria was puzzled, somewhat unable to comprehend, “How did a robbering and pillaging pirate become a lich?”

Everyone knows that the pirate is a high-risk close combat profession that is despised by people. Even if a magic practitioner lost his mind, he would hardly choose to be a pirate—it’s too degrading.

And, transforming into a lich, a high-level undead magic creature isn’t something anyone can smoothly achieve. At the very least, one must be a magic practitioner with a Soul Intent Level of mental power. Therefore, even the weakest lich possesses first-tier Soul Intent power.

“I’m not sure about this aspect. But there are many ways to solve it. If you have enough resources, even a warrior can be forcibly transformed into a lich. However, such a being is merely a pseudo-lich, and the resources consumed are a bit excessive.”

“Deputy Excellency, I want to meet the legendary Ghost Captain Barbossa. Would you lead me to him?”

“Hahaha, this golden dragon says he wants to meet Captain Barbosa.”

A round of laughter emerged from the ghost ship in front of Muria, a ship blatantly indicating it was the flagship, stretching over a thousand meters:

“Of course, that request can be fulfilled, Golden Dragon.”

As his voice fell, countless green-glowing ropes surged from all the ghost ships around Muria, entangling towards her from all directions.

“Hmph!” Seeing the ropes coiling towards her like living things, Muria didn’t hesitate to swing the Staff of the End in her hand, releasing the attack she had prepared well in advance.

Eight-ring spell, Solar Flare Burst!

A robust and scorching beam shot out from the staff in Muria’s hand. Guided by his mental power and doubly augmented by his bloodline and the Staff of the End, the power of the magic beam nearly doubled, completely obliterating the foul and evil aura of death from the cables in front of him.

After blasting those ghostly cables, the nearly undiminished Solar Flare Burst directly bombarded the Ghost Ship in front of Muria.

Before it could even arrive, countless wraiths bound by the curse of the Ghost Ship on its hull disintegrated completely under the radiance of this high-level anti-undead spell.

Even when completely annihilated, these wraiths showed expressions of joyous relief on their faces, finding it a more pleasant way to pass than being drained of their souls by the Ghost Ship over endless eons.

“Boom!” a loud explosion sounded, followed by a second explosion – after Muria’s Solar Flare Burst hit the Ghost Ship, another slightly smaller beam of intense heat bombarded the ghostly ironclad warship.

Not only had Muria prepared an attack spell, so had the Golden Dragon Sister.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to see the captain? I’m taking you there. Why are you resisting?” Even though the hull was blasted with two holes large enough for a giant to pass through, the legendary Level Undead Deputy did not get angry. Instead, he continued to talk to Muria in a mocking tone.

“I do want to meet Captain Barbosa, but I don’t want to be tied up.” Muria raised the Staff of the End in his hand, finding the Undead Deputy’s current nonchalant attitude strange. He had just blown up his ship.

However, Muria’s gaze quickly hardened. On the Ghost Ship in front of him, the two large holes blasted by him and the Golden Dragon Sister were healing rapidly, amassing an amount of Death Qi like black pythons. The Solar Flame extinguished instantly, and the holes were… healing!

“This ship, it’s alive!” Look at the rapidly healing Ghost Ship, Muria was a bit surprised, but he wasn’t shocked. He’d seen similar situations before.

“A Ghost Ship is a semi-spiritual undead creation. To some extent, you can consider it an undead creature without a soul, one of its characteristics is what you’re seeing right now. As long as there is enough Death Qi, it can quickly recover from any damage you inflict on it in a short period of time.”

As the Golden Dragon Sister relayed some knowledge to Muria with mental communication, victorious laughter of the Undead Deputy echoed from the other side.

“Don’t want to be tied up? That’s not up to you!”

The ropes that Muria, Golden Dragon Sister, and Fiona & Otlis had just shattered and burned, regrew at a visible speed under the nourishment of the natural overflowing Dead Qi of the Ghost Fleet. Like whips, they made a crisp cracking sound in the air while wrapping around Muria again.

“Swoosh!” A bright white blade flash across, easily severing these animated undead ropes. With its momentum intact, the blade carved a path through the sky, and crashed into a five-mast Ghost Ship.

The Ghost Ship over a hundred meters long was instantly split in two in the face of this blade, with neat cuts.

“Tsk, kid, what a sharp blade you have!” A voice filled with admiration echoed, but it quickly turned to mocking, “But what use is it?”

Muria held the Staff of the End in one hand and the Seven Sins Blade with its flickering blade aura in the other. His face was gloomy because the Ghost Ship he had cut in half was recovering under the influence of the Death Qi.

“Unless you have the power to destroy half of this fleet of Ghost Ships in an instant, you will eventually be consumed!” Fiona, having recovered her true form and severing the cable wrapped around her, spoke in a very serious tone.

“We won’t be worn out. This fleet has a Legendary Undead. When it makes a move, we’re done.”

…Swinging the Seven Sins Blade in his hand, Muria cut off several cables that were entwining with a dim glow once again, while incidentally splitting a Ghost Ship. He wielded the Staff of the End in his other hand, and a burst of Golden Thunderbolt enveloped the surrounding space, dispersing the nearby Death Qi.

“After dragging on for so long, it’s almost time. When this Ghost Fleet appears, with such a disturbance, even if you didn’t send a message, Kaslana, those ancient dragons should have sensed it!”