Chapter 221

Translator: Onlyfornovels

Editor: DragonFae

Rimbaud tilted his head with difficulty, and his deep blue eyes turned icy as he gazed at the distorted reflection of Pearl on the sea’s surface.

The youth was too close, and the fish that had hidden beside Rimbaud and the lifeless body of the baby in his arms turned into swimming skeletons. Once-vibrant life turned ashen, slipped from Rimbaud’s hands, and fell into the water with a soft splash.

The wounds caused by the heart stone dagger couldn’t heal quickly and would instead expand, corroding and sapping the life force of the injured.

“Is this what you believe to be right?” Rimbaud asked hoarsely, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, dripping thickly into the water, and eagerly consumed by the skeletal fish.

The youth’s hand, gripping the black dagger, began to tremble, and his sapphire blue eyes were veiled in a thin mist.

The sea’s surface was eerily silent, and the people on the deck held their breath, nervously watching this royal struggle. Battles of this level were beyond even the special forces of the Mad Sharks Unit, let alone these unarmed civilians.

Suddenly, an elderly person clasped their hands together in front of their chest, murmuring a prayer for the sea god’s blessing. The people suddenly woken from their daze, each clasping their hands in front of their chest to pray. They couldn’t do much, so they expressed their devotion in the most primitive and sincere way.

The soft prayers fluctuated in the wind, and every uttered word created tiny jellyfish that emerged in the sea. Faint blue lights appeared on the water’s surface as these jellyfish gathered towards Rimbaud and entered his wounds.

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On the transparent deck of the ghost ship, an anthropomorphic alpha experimental subject with the head of a deer and human body appeared. Twilight Deer, summoned by Eternal Undead, was releasing fog into the surroundings.

Eternal Undead floated gently in the air, leaning leisurely, and turned to Pearl with a smile. “King, this sea belongs to you. You can do whatever you want, he’s nothing.”

Beneath the transparent ghost ship, a smooth mirror unfolded, and Eternal Undead drifted in the air. In the corresponding mirror, there was a flying golden angel. The angel spread its wings, and the mirror rippled like the surface of the sea. A gray-white merfolk leaped out of the water and then fell back into the mirror.

Groups of gray-white merfolks climbed up onto the deck along the transparent steel hull of the ghost ship. Merfolks with fin wings circled in the sky, singing the songs of the sea monsters in a different tune.

Wei Lan and Feng Lang were the first to feel the strangeness of this song. Feng Lang activated his J1 ability, Colorful Carpet. Sea anemones grew across the ship’s deck, and their soft tentacles swayed gently, protecting the civilians on board like clownfish. (Barrier-type ability, capable of mitigating all mental damage and a small amount of physical damage.)

Rimbaud tightly held the Dead Sea heart stone blade. Blood dripped from his fingertips into the water, and he looked at the youth who had retreated from his side. The youth was eager to escape, his shoulders draped with Eternal Undead’s white cloth, flying towards the transparent ghost ship.

“Don’t run,” Rimbaud raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth. “The mess you’ve created, clean it up yourself. What’s the use of running away?”

The youth dared not look at him, afraid to meet the gaze of those disdainful and stern eyes, which made him feel self-abased with just one glance.

“What is this? It’s interesting,” Eternal Undead curiously tinkered with the cruise missile on the transparent ship made of hydrated steel in the same proportion as the real one. He controlled the cannon to slowly turn towards the PBBs’ ship and smirked at Wei Lan and Feng Lang, who were wearing Marine Corps combat suits. “Hey, are you guys cops? I hate cops.”

Wei Lan made a hand gesture to initiate the anti-air intercept missile. However, at such close range, if they exchanged missiles, their ship would be just as affected by the shockwaves.

Eternal Undead called Pearl, “Hey, make a cannonball for me; I want to play with this.”

The youth shook his head slowly, realizing he had done something wrong.

Eternal Undead didn’t mind and floated next to Pearl, whispering by his ear, “I’m giving you a chance for revenge. What are you afraid of? He’s never cared about you. Do you still owe him anything?”

Eternal Undead circled Pearl twice, then turned to face Rimbaud, saying, “Then I’ll do it for you.”

Rimbaud clenched his teeth. Although the bleeding from his chest wound had stopped, the pain hadn’t lessened in the slightest. He couldn’t take deep breaths because even slight movements caused excruciating pain in his chest.

He felt a sudden heaviness and dizziness. His surroundings alternated between light and dark, and both his body and mind were exhausted to the extreme. He should have fallen, but he couldn’t. He was connected to all sea life, and the inherent responsibility meant he had to protect this surging blue world even until his bones crumbled.

Rimbaud closed his eyes and emitted a long, whale-like sound from his throat, a long, resonating tone carried away by the waves. It was as if he was summoning something.

Everyone fell silent. An ethereal bell sound, seemingly originating from nowhere, began to ring.

Ding-ling, ding-ling, approaching from a distance.

Suddenly, Rimbaud retracted his attack posture. His expression became calm, his eyes curved with an icy arc. He raised his hand and threw the Dead Sea heart stone blade. It made a “clang” sound as the blade plunged into the water near Pearl, embedding itself in a steel-hardened surface.

Pearl hesitated but picked up the knife. In his hands, the Dead Sea heart stone transformed into the shape of a handgun, something only he could craft with the Dead Sea heart stone for hot weaponry, a feat that even Rimbaud couldn’t achieve.

He gathered his spirits, loaded the gun, and raised it to face Rimbaud. However, he was taken aback.

Behind Rimbaud, within the dense fog and darkness, a large, intricate white silhouette appeared. The edges of the silhouette were not smooth but fragmented and snow-white.

In an instant, on both sides behind Rimbaud, two cold blue lion eyes with a diameter of nearly a meter suddenly opened. Their blue light was as bright as flames.

The thick fog was dispersed, and a fierce white lion rose from the water. It had a colossal body reminiscent of prehistoric giants, casting a shadow on the ship’s deck. Two bright blue eyes left behind trails of bright blue light. Its long tail swayed dangerously, with black crystal bells hanging from the tip, ringing lightly.

As the white lion took a step forward, a section of hydrated steel formed under its feet to bear its massive weight.

Rimbaud sat on the white lion’s head, and his relatively small body stood in stark contrast to the massive lion. His tail dangled near the lion’s cheek, and he gently scratched the lion’s mane with the tip of his tail.

Rimbaud gradually began to smile, his shoulders twitching. His eerie laughter resonated across the empty sea, and he opened his eyes. His once deep blue eyes had turned into bright indigo. His elevated gaze was cold, cruel, and displayed a sharp-toothed, shark-like appearance as he faced Pearl, who had picked up the knife. He revealed an arrogance akin to confronting a rebellious contender for the throne:

“You’re quite talented. So, come and try to overthrow me. According to the merfolk tradition, kill me and take this position. In the past two hundred years, I’ve eliminated too many traitors. You won’t make any difference… cough.”

Blood once again oozed from Rimbaud’s mouth, and the wound in his chest, aggravated by his laughter, split open, allowing the blood to flow down. It fell onto the white lion’s head, soiling its snowy fur and trickling into its colossal, pure blue eyes, much like a pristine blue planet, and it continued to flow down beneath its lower eyelids.