Chapter 775 Dark Figure Execution <TOC> Chapter 777 The Concealed Space
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The gloomy ship’s graveyard, the Silver Deer, heaved gently on the surface of the sea.
The Silver Deer was none other than the cargo ship under the White Shell Shipping Company that Angel had discovered earlier. Its captain was Haska.
At this moment, Angel was on the fourth floor of the Silver Deer, sitting at a desk, reading a large, leather-bound book in the dim light of a luminescent stone lamp.
A hefty stack of books was arranged on the desk. From the looks of it, Angel had already finished reading them.
The cargo ship drifted idly on the calm sea. The dim light of the lamp painted a tranquil portrait of time.
In the entire space, the only sound that could be heard was the rustle of pages turning in Angel’s hands.
In this dark, mysterious space, it was challenging to discern day from night. After an indeterminable amount of time, Angel removed his monocle and closed his eyes, lost in thought.
He returned here because he had learned of the existence of the “Tyrant King” and had identified his occupation—pirate.
Considering that the Tyrant King was a legendary figure who lived on the sea, Angel hypothesized that there should be records of his life here.
However, he had just skimmed through the records of famous pirates from the most prosperous period of the age of sailing—the Flaming Bronze Era, but found no mention of this “Tyrant King” Tulas.
This made him question his assumptions.
Angel fell silent for a moment, his gaze slowly drifting towards the last book on the smooth desk.
— —The Flashing Silver Era—.
This was not a book about pirates, but simply a record of influential figures from the Silver Era whose influence can be felt even today. These figures weren’t limited to high society; even political pests and underground drainage workers were included. Angel initially picked up this book just to make up the numbers. But after reading all the other books and finding no clues, this was the only one left.
The Silver Era lasted only about four hundred years, but this book was not thin at all. This was because countless cultural masters emerged during this short four hundred years, making the era a dazzling one.
With no particular expectations, Angel casually flipped through it. As expected, the majority of the figures recorded were cultural masters. Even those who had committed heinous crimes were documented in the book, their deeds left for future generations to evaluate. This demonstrated that the Silver Era was a highly inclusive era.
Aside from cultural luminaries, there exist many figures of great renown who have made monumental contributions. However, the majority of them hail from the continent of Feran, with only the occasional few originating from other continents.
As time continued its relentless march, the hefty tome was nearing its conclusion. Just when Angel thought another fruitless endeavor was about to conclude, a string of words suddenly leapt off the page: “Tyrant King, Tulas!”
Angel’s eyes lit up instantly, attentively settling into a focused perusal of the book’s account.
The entry was a beautifully illustrated record, narrating the life and exploits of Tulas.
“The Tyrant King, Tulas. Birthplace unknown, first made his name known in the Flashing Silver year 211 in the Far Eastern Sea, at the age of eighteen,” Angel read in a low voice, “Tulas was the legendary pirate of the Flashing Silver era, a figure who radiated both brilliance and terror throughout the times!”
“With his ship, the Savage Beast, he unified the chaotic Far Eastern Sea, earning the moniker of the Great Demon of the Far East! For his massacre of numerous nobles wielding royal authority in the Far Eastern Sea, over three of the highest powers across the continents marked him as a wanted man, under the alias: The Tyrant King!”
“Throughout his years as a wanted fugitive, Tulas committed a series of audacious acts, even toppling the ruling authority of God Island, his reign of terror defining an entire era!”
“Later on, Tulas ventured into the Devil’s Sea Territory. He moved from place to place without faltering, becoming the first person to conquer the Devil’s Sea Territory and map it in detail, his brilliance shining even to this day.”
“Regrettably, in the Flashing Silver year 223, Tulas disappeared without a trace, his whereabouts unknown. Legend has it that he ventured into the Wizarding World and is still somewhere, surveilling his former dominion with vigilant eyes…”
Having finished reading the entire content, Angel barely had time to process the information when he felt a chill, accompanied by an air of solemnity and murderous intent, brushing over him.
He abruptly lifted his head.
Without his knowing, the grand doors of the fourth-floor balcony on the Silver Deer had been flung open. A cold, salty wind blew in, and a dark figure stood at the doorway.
Luminescent stone lamps hanging on the ship’s mast illuminated the area brightly, but the figure was backlit, his features indiscernible.
However, he was discernable by the bull-horned helmet he wore and the sickle that replaced his missing left foot.
And those eerily glowing, blood-red eyes!
As Angel beheld the figure, his peripheral vision caught the opened page of —The Flashing Silver Era—, where the illustration of Tulas was strikingly identical to the figure standing before him!
With the same curved bull-horned helmet, the identical absence of the left foot, and the similarly tall, slender figure.
“Tulas?” Angel queried, while swiftly setting up defensive measures in his mental space. Illusion nodes were popping up, and simultaneously, Angel was quietly uttering Soul Whisper.
For this legendary pirate who could silently kill Haska and who had survived from the Silver Age to the present for over two thousand years, Angel was treating him with the utmost caution.
The dark figure at the door didn’t speak, only its crimson glowing eyes were flaunting intense malice. Suddenly!
Without any warning, the dark figure charged over. Its blood-red eyes trailed a long ribbon of red light, appearing almost instantaneously in front of the desk. At the same time, an extremely violent and complex cold energy appeared in its hand.
Its pitch-black fingernails became sharp in an instant and flicked towards Angel.
The explosive sound was accompanied by flying dust, and the table turned into wood chips. The luminescent lamp was also shattered by the strike, turning into numerous luminescent dust particles. The glowing dust fluttered around, illuminating the originally pitch-dark room.
It was at this point that the dark figure realized that there was no life form in front of him. His previous strike, which was full of energy, had only hit an afterimage.
Grey lines remained in the afterimage. Although the dark figure didn’t recognize these grey lines, he faintly felt that there was a massive force circulating on it, making it highly threatening.
“So, the secret to your longevity… is this.” Angel’s voice came from the left. The dark figure quickly turned his head and let out a shrill scream, as if it could shake the soul.
But Angel remained unmoved, even facing the dark figure’s aggressive attack as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
“I thought it would be a monster that has lived for over two thousand years, but you are…”
In the face of the soul-shattering scream, Angel didn’t dodge or hide. His soul was unwavering. Even the attack of a soul apprentice like Saka didn’t make him feel anything, let alone the one in front of him who hadn’t systematically learned the soul-shattering scream…
“… A ghost!”
As soon as the other party launched an attack on him, he felt the familiar wave of the ghost. Angel pointed out the other’s identity, but unfortunately, a ghost had no spiritual wisdom, and his response was just to continue attacking Angel.
Angel’s figure flickered and dodged the attack of the ghost Tulas.
“Toby, let’s go outside. It’s too narrow in here, not good for action,” Angel said to Toby, who was flapping his wings at his side. Because he discovered Tulas’s ghost identity, Angel didn’t let his soul out of his body, but let Toby control him to dodge.
Toby nodded, the gravity lines flaring up again, ferrying him and Angel straight through the cramped room to the spacious deck outside. However, Angel didn’t pause there either. With his boots treading on thin air, he traced golden runes in rapid succession, darting around the apex of the surrounding ships before finally landing on the shore.
Before long, the ghost Tulas landed opposite him, hovering in mid-air, his blood-red eyes filled with a manic emotion.
What surprised Angel was that Tulas seemed to sense something amiss about him. Instead of launching an immediate attack, the ghost kept a wary watch.
You should know that the ghosts Angel had encountered before wouldn’t display such human-like behavior. Of course, he was unaware of the subsequent happenings involving the colossal ghostly jellyfish in the Sea of Ghosts, else he wouldn’t be so surprised.
Tulas may have shown some human-like behavior, but his essence was still that of a ghost – at most, due to some abnormality, the stable energy inside him had increased without being assimilated by chaotic energy.
After observing Angel for a while, Tulas finally couldn’t hold back and initiated the attack.
Angel, swiftly dodging, quickly drew the Prelude of Reincarnation, and aimed at Tulas. As the ripples began to spread, Tulas’ blood-red eyes first showed confusion, but in the next moment, it seemed to sense the formidable power of the “Prelude of Death” and attempted to flee.
But Angel had specifically chosen to shoot when Tulas was within close proximity, so there was no chance for him to escape…
Angel was counting down in his mind, ready to welcome the dawn of victory.
However, at that moment, something inconceivable occurred.
Tulas suddenly disappeared from the radiation range of the “Prelude of Death”. Angel’s pupils contracted, and just as he was pondering the situation, a chilling wind blew from behind. Turning around, he saw Tulas, wrapped in a sinister energy, extending his pitch-black fingernails straight towards his face.
On the brink of disaster, Angel was transported to safety by Toby.
It was a stroke of good fortune that Toby’s timely relocation saved Angel from a certain catastrophe. Angel could largely resist negative impacts on his soul, like the harrowing spell “Soul Scream,” but he was ill-equipped to withstand such a direct energy assault.
Moreover, Angel hadn’t forgotten how Tulas had previously shattered the desk into fragments with a single attack. The magnitude of that rampant energy was astonishing, rivalling the full-on strike of a third-level apprentice. However, Tulas was hampered by his lack of wisdom and crudeness in energy manipulation. Otherwise, Angel wouldn’t have escaped so easily.
A shadow of consternation crossed Angel’s face. He hadn’t seen clearly how Tulas had managed to dodge his attack. In his mental perception, Tulas had vanished into thin air and then, in the next moment, landed a strike from behind him.
“Spacial shift?” Angel’s eyebrows knitted together. Was this Tulas’s innate ability?
Did he possess not only some human characteristics but also other magical abilities that rivalled those of other ghost? This particular ghost might be the most peculiar Angel had faced. Perhaps not as powerful as the spectral jellyfish in the Sea of Ghosts, but certainly more agile and difficult to deal with.
If his abilities were boundless, employing the “Prelude of Death” to discipline him could be more challenging than anticipated.
Chapter 775 Dark Figure Execution <TOC> Chapter 777 The Concealed Space