Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 26
Dong dong dong!
A rapid knock on the door startled Quinn, who was sleeping a-ba a-ba, awake from his dream. “Who… ah…” Quinn lay in bed, his eyes still stubbornly closed, asking the outside world lifelessly.
A steady voice replied, “It’s me, Gehrman.”
Click, bang!
Quinn da-da-da walked over in slippers and opened the door. Outside was Gehrman Sparrow in formal attire, wearing a semi-tall silk top hat.
Quinn rubbed his eyes and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Gehrman was silent for two seconds, then said, “Yesterday… the sailors were all particularly excited.”
“Cattleya’s potted plants filled her room.”
“Frank’s fish multiplied by several hundred overnight.”
“They asked me to inquire about the situation.”
“Uh, this…” Quinn scratched his head, suddenly remembering that he seemed to have a habit of sleepwalking.
And last night, he seemed to have dreamed of planting vegetables in the garden, but he thought the vegetables were growing too slowly, so… Quinn activated his ability in his dream.
What to do? The problem seems to be with me!
Quinn’s mind sobered up. He said a little sheepishly, “It’s probably… indeed my doing…”
Gehrman’s gaze looked directly at Quinn, as if sighing about something.
“D-Don’t look at me like that!” Quinn said, his face flushing crimson, “I was just sleepwalking!”
A demigod’s sleepwalking… Seeing the bed frame sprouting green shoots upon waking up made Klein keenly feel what it was like to have an unreliable demigod nearby.
“Control yourself a bit.”
Gehrman said simply, then walked towards the deck.
“Okay…”
Quinn’s voice gradually became softer.
Quinn threw a few puppets onto the ground. The puppets quickly grew into human figures about two meters tall, running out the door to clean up the mess left by Quinn’s sleepwalking.
It turned out that the aftermath of a demigod’s sleepwalking was quite terrifying.
Cattleya looked at the branches that covered her room and blocked her door, and she couldn’t help but sigh deeply. Now she finally understood the downside of having a demigod on board.
The impact brought by Quinn was completely eliminated only after the Golems helped the sailors clear the wildly growing plants, woke up the exhausted Nina, and dealt with Frank’s rampaging red wine fish.
After sailing like this for several days, Quinn had been hiding in his room, too embarrassed to come out. One night, Quinn secretly sneaked out to look at the sea.
The scenery on the pirate ship seemed different from that on a passenger ship. On this mysterious large ship, every sea area they passed through was particularly mysterious and unique.
Quinn was strolling along the edge of the deck when he suddenly saw Gehrman Sparrow and Frank Lee, who seemed to be equally appreciating the scenery.
Quinn quietly walked behind them, then suddenly said, “Hey!”
The two seemed to have anticipated it, turning around calmly to look at Quinn, which made Quinn feel very frustrated.
“As expected of you two, you easily saw through my stealth!”
No, it’s just that your silliness is too obvious… Klein silently said in his heart.
At night, the clouds in the sky had thinned considerably, and the crimson moonlight dyed the deck a pale bl00d color. A hurricane raged in the sea area to the left of the Future. Suddenly, a huge shadow emerged from the darkness in the distance!
“Sea monster?” Gehrman stared at the massive black object in front, asking uncertainly.
“Not a sea monster, no life aura.” Quinn stared at the enormous black shadow and said with some confusion, “Could that be a ship?”
As the black shadow drew closer to the Future, they could finally see the black shadow’s true appearance clearly.
“Death Knell, the flagship of the ‘Undying King’ Agalito.” Frank spoke solemnly, but he was not overly nervous.
As the distance between the Death Knell and the Future closed, the sailors of the Future all moved, coming to the deck and staring vigilantly at the Death Knell.
Cattleya also walked out of the captain’s cabin, her gaze following the ship’s shadow of the Death Knell, wary of a sudden attack.
From the deck, they could see the pirates on the Death Knell brandishing their swords and guns, doing their utmost to provoke them.
The Death Knell slowly sailed past, gradually opening up some distance, and suddenly hoisted its sails without warning.
A shrill, malicious laugh came from several hundred meters away, enveloping the entire Future…
“Hahaha!”
The laughter echoed continuously, sometimes hoarse, sometimes chaotic, sometimes like murmuring, and sometimes like singing. The sailors on the deck fell one after another, desperately covering their ears, yet still twisting and struggling in pain.
“What are you laughing at!”
Quinn saw Frank beside him contort his face in pain and squat down, while Gehrman’s face was also twisted, and he erupted in anger.
He violently stomped his foot, abruptly activating his ability.
The calm sea surface suddenly boiled. Countless mast-thick black shadows surged out from beneath the Future’s hull, rushing towards the Death Knell.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two-hundred-meter-long massive ship was forcefully lifted up. The cold, wicked, thick vines were like the hideous tentacles of a deep-sea behemoth, sinking deeply into the massive hull, strangling the Death Knell like a hangman’s noose.
Quinn stretched out one hand. The coldness and madness in his eyes made Frank feel unfamiliar. He fiercely clenched his fist!
Bang, crack!
“Fa-Fallen!!”
The malicious laughter ceased abruptly, the trailing sound seemingly filled with terror and incredulity, as if encountering the most terrifying thing in life.
The massive vine noose suddenly exerted force. Countless sharp wooden thorns bloomed, turning the Death Knell into a sea hedgehog, and then—it exploded!
Cattleya stood in the captain’s cabin, hardly believing her eyes.
The Death Knell, which had just been swaggering, had vanished, leaving only a few large pieces of wood floating on the sea.
The Future hoisted its sails, accelerating away from this sea area in the darkness of the night.
“Hmm, the Fallen Mother Goddess’s tiger skin is quite useful, after all…”
Quinn retracted his hand, putting his hands on his hips smugly.
Only after the Future’s shadow completely disappeared from view did the area where the Death Knell sank slowly churn. Countless fragments slowly reassembled, gradually forming the Death Knell’s original shape.
An illusory murmur sounded, only much weaker than before: “The Divine Child of the Fallen Mother Goddess, then…”
“How can it be male…”