Chapter 777 The Concealed Space <TOC> Chapter 779 The Lucid King of the Deep Sea
Translator: SumTLMan
Three days later, Angel was hovering mid-air when Toby fluttered to his side, murmuring softly.
“Has Tulas not emerged yet?” Angel nodded in confirmation. It was reasonable that Toby hadn’t seen Tulas. He had sent out a reconnaissance puppet to patrol the entire island, yet it had not caught a glimpse of Tulas’ shadow. Clearly, he was still hiding in some concealed space region.
Observing the not-too-high mountain range below, Angel felt an impulse to excavate.
Yet, he held himself back.
Unless absolutely necessary, he wasn’t inclined to disrupt the terrain of this area, as any remaining traces would inevitably reveal his presence once others ventured here.
As Angel found himself at a loss, a message was relayed back to him by one of the scouting puppets.
Following the riverbank where Angel had previously discovered several skeletons, one would eventually reach a group of mountain hollows. Near these hollows was a secluded lake.
The puppet had discovered a boat on this lake.
Given that this peculiar island could harbor a graveyard of ships, the discovery of a boat didn’t seem too startling. However, the image transmitted to Angel by the puppet showed that this boat was a pirate ship.
Most importantly, the figurehead of this pirate ship was a ferocious bull’s head, its two horns curved and sharp, appearing incredibly majestic.
Angel remembered from “The Flashing Silver Era” that Tulas’ ship was called the “Savage Beast.” Its most distinctive symbol was the figurehead in the form of a barbaric bull.
“Could it be that this is Tulas’ ship?” A thought stirred within Angel. He directed the puppet to continue searching the mountain range, while he and Toby flew towards the pirate ship.
At this time, within a dark space at the center of the mountain hollows,
Tulas was shivering as he curled up on the ground. His half-ghost state was causing him great discomfort. Images flashed sporadically in his mind, and he was murmuring something unconsciously.
Upon Angel and Toby’s departure, Tulas abruptly opened his eyes.
The departure of this formidable adversary slightly eased Tulas’ tension. However, when he perceived their direction, a hint of alarm flashed through the part of him that was still soul.
“Go, go, go——” Tulas repeated the single word, before he staggered to his feet.
Behind him, something was radiating a brilliant golden light. Tulas turned his head for a glance. The source of the light was a human skull.
A fleeting clarity flashed in his eyes, but quickly, the chaotic energy of the ghost once again occupied Tulas’s thoughts, the pair of eyes that were slightly lucid, once again became chaotic.
He no longer concerned himself with the glowing skull, instead, following the obsession in his heart, he stumbled into the profound darkness.
On the other side, Angel had already flown to the location of the pirate ship discovered by the scouting puppet. This lake was much smaller than the lake where the Night Elf sank, but it had a river connecting it to the open sea.
Angel landed by the lake, looked up, and discovered the intimidating bull statue.
It has to be said, the statue was very well carved, those two horns and the helmet worn by Tulas, they were practically identical.
Angel jumped onto the ship named Barbarian Beast. Prior to this, the scouting puppet had already entered and explored, there was no movement inside, and Tulas’s ghost was not here. The reason Angel still came was because he had noticed something from the puppet’s point of view that piqued his curiosity.
Angel’s flying boots stepped on, directly flying to the stern of the ship.
Under the tall mast, a helm like a wheel was placed here. A thin layer of varnish was applied to the helm, and the helm blade was engraved with exquisite patterns, which looked no different from other helms. But there was one thing that caught Angel’s attention.
In the center of this helm, a slender knight sword was firmly inserted.
This knight’s sword, like the “Sword in the Stone” story that Jon used to tell, had completely fused with the helm under the baptism of time.
“On the first day of the latter half of the Month of Recovery in the year 1348 of the Shining Gold Era, clear skies.”
“I actually met pirates! I picked up my knight’s longsword and rushed out, hahaha, it was so thrilling, they all died under my sword, then I beheaded the pirate leader with one sword, and captured a ship full of treasure! To commemorate this battle, I inserted my own sword into the helm of the pirate ship to show off my might! As for these treasures, I confiscated them all and put them in my treasure trove!”
Angel took out Lucas’s sailing diary, looking at this line of records, his expression was a bit subtle.
Knight’s sword, helm, treasure, pirate… these key words gave him a fleeting sense of time.
The knight’s sword inserted into the helm, and the treasure returned to the treasure trove. How fitting for the current situation, could it be that, like the Sea of Flowers, the Wishing Tree, the God Islands… etc., Lucas once again “prophesied”?
Lucas was a person from the Golden Age, while Tulas was from the Silver Age, they were separated by several hundred years. Other than “prophecy”, it is hard to find another explanation.
If we follow this line of reasoning, the treasure trove recorded by Lucas was not his own treasure, but the pirate’s treasure, or rather, Tulas’s treasure?
“An absurd notion, yet upon reflection, it seems plausible?” Angel mused to himself in hushed tones. If the treasure truly belonged to Tulas, it held no intrinsic value for him; gold and riches were near worthless in his eyes.
However, Angel was certain of one thing: If the Sea God and Basket Witch were truly drawn to this place, they must have ulterior motives. Perhaps what they sought wasn’t Lucas’s treasure; could this island harbor other secrets?
As Angel was lost in thought, Toby, floating in mid-air, suddenly let out a loud call, its resounding cry reverberating in Angel’s ears.
He lifted his gaze. At an indeterminate time, a deep crimson light had begun to flicker intermittently at the top of the ship.
Toby was hovering at that exact spot.
“Tulas, have you finally deigned to show yourself?” Angel levitated into the air, his eyes fixed on the dark figure perched atop the crow’s nest. With the right half of his face restored to its normal state, the red glow emanated from his left eye.
Tulas did not initiate an attack. Instead, he stared at Angel, roaring with a wild, beast-like growl, seemingly intent on driving Angel away.
Seeing Angel stand firm, Tulas finally spoke: “Leave… leave…”
A gleam of understanding flashed in Angel’s eyes. Three days had passed, and Tulas could speak? However, it seemed that his speech was still dominated by chaotic negative energy.
However, this was the only way to maintain a certain balance. When the stable energy in Tulas’s body surpassed the chaotic energy, it would mean that he had to increase his stable energy to more than 98% of his total energy within a short time. Otherwise, he would dissipate into energy particles in the world.
“You keep driving me away… Why? Is this ship important to you?” Angel inquired.
Tulas took a considerable pause before speaking again: “Leave… leave… I want to leave this place…”
Angel was taken aback, finally realizing that Tulas was referring to his own desire to leave. Could this be his lingering obsession?
Angel still remembered the first ghost he had experimented on with the white light bullet. After the ghost had transitioned into a semi-ghost state, its first words were “Give me back my westban flowers.” Only later did Angel discover that this was the ghost’s greatest obsession in life.
So, did Tulas’s current words indicate that his obsession before becoming a ghost was to leave this place?
This theory seemed plausible. The legendary pirate who had dominated the Eastern Sea would naturally have pursued freedom in his lifetime. Yet, in the end, he was confined to this filthy, murky, lifeless, and dark cage. It was not surprising that his dying obsession was to leave.
And in Tulas’s obsession, coming here was via ship, so leaving would also undoubtedly require a ship.
This obsession was why Tulas fell into madness when he saw Angel arrive on the ship.
Tulas did not act out of fear of destroying his only means of escape.
However, this obsession was in an unstable state. When Angel tried to use his speech to extract more clues from Tulas, the chaotic energy overwhelmed all obsessions, and Tulas’s expression changed again. He carelessly swung his cold energy towards Angel without any hesitation.
Angel deftly sidestepped, revealing the Prelude of Reincarnation he held in hand.
Upon spotting the artifact, Tulas seemed to recall something, turning without a second glance and vanished back into the shrouding darkness.
Angel sighed, “Are we about to play a game of cat and mouse again?”
…
Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away from Silver Palm Island, under the radiant sun, a flat boat appeared to leisurely bob on the ocean surface. Yet a closer inspection would reveal that the silver craft was moving at a startling velocity.
Two figures sat aboard. At the helm was a small boy with protruding fangs, behind whom sprouted a pair of greyish-black bat wings – an adorable sight if not for the heavy, dark chains encasing his neck and limbs, their ends fastened to a stake at the rear of the boat.
Beside the stake, a sun lounger was occupied by a sunbathing, dark-skinned man. He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, though his shirt buttons were undone, revealing a smooth, bronzed chest.
The boy at the front stole a glance backward, his eyes burning with resentment and wrath. He cursed under his breath, whispering every vile word he knew.
“Dachi, what are you muttering about?” The man’s voice rang in the boy’s ears.
Dachi shuddered, a flash of panic in his eyes. It took a moment for him to realize he’d been cursing silently. He hadn’t let anything slip out loud, had he?
With a sycophantic smile, Dachi turned to the man, “Master, I wasn’t muttering anything. Just thinking… isn’t it odd how barren this part of the sea is? No reefs, no sea beasts…”
A glint appeared in the man’s eyes as he drawled, “Barren, you say? I disagree. The surface may seem calm, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t undercurrents swirling beneath.”
Dachi flicked his tongue over his white fangs, “Master, I’m just a little demon. I’m not that bright. I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed the undercurrents either until you pointed them out.” The man gave Dachi a knowing smile.
Dachi froze, following the man’s gaze downward.
His demonic tail was poking through the boat’s deck, probing into the sea.
With an awkward laugh, Dachi quickly withdrew his tail. Strangely enough, when it passed through the deck, it was as if passing through thin air, leaving the boat undamaged.
“So, what did you find?” The man looked at a downcast Dachi.
Dachi hesitated for a moment. It was only when he felt the chains around his neck tighten that he blurted out, “I saw a giant blue ray… with a magnificent palace on its back…”
“Oh?” The man raised an eyebrow, “Brigitte, huh? So, Sirius is here.”
As his voice faded, a surge rolled through the ocean a few thousand meters away. A colossal ray began to ascend from the ocean depths.
“Merayesha, what brings you here ne?”
Chapter 777 The Concealed Space <TOC> Chapter 779 The Lucid King of the Deep Sea