Chapter 745

On the surface of the dark ocean, the ancient-styled "Blue Avenger" swayed gently with the undulations of the waves, surrounded by endless fog and sunlight that was difficult to penetrate.

Lu Mian saw 'Storm Bringer' Alger once again.

This holder of the 'Hanged Man' card stood on the deck, his dark blue hair still messy, as if it were being eroded by the sea breeze every moment, while his clothing had been changed to a new set; he was no longer dressed as a sailor as before, but had donned a captain's coat with blue base and gold patterns.

"Explore it yourself." Alger looked at Lu Mian beside 'Magician' and nodded steadily, "I have no experience to share with you; if I did, I would have already figured out all the secrets of this ghost ship."

These matters had been confirmed by Ms. 'Magician,' so Lu Mian had no questions. After thanking him, he stepped on the wooden deck and walked forward step by step.

He activated the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' in his right palm without hesitation, but no terrifying feeling overflowed.

On the contrary, his palm was ice-cold, while inside was a burning pain like magma.

Lu Mian raised his right hand and took a look, finding that the light red scar, which had originally been only a faint mark, had become slightly more vivid, but the skin covering it was increasingly pale and deathly still.

I wonder if, after being sealed by the 'Netherworld Daoist,' the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' will be unable to trigger those most critical specials of this ghost ship... Lu Mian circled the cabin of the "Blue Avenger" with some worry and trepidation.

During this process, he was not attacked by ropes, nor did he encounter any other influences.

"It seems the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' still has some effect; otherwise, it couldn't be this calm..." Lu Mian muttered to himself silently, stepped into the cabin, and explored room by room.

'Hanged Man' Alger did not follow, standing at the front of the deck, watching from afar.

When Lu Mian's figure disappeared into the depths of the cabin, 'Magician' raised her right hand and gently drew a circle in mid-air with her index finger.

A bit of brilliant starlight emerged, first condensing into a transparent crystal ball, then expanding to become a circular dreamlike curtain.

On the curtain, Lu Mian's figure appeared, wandering around in the captain's cabin, occasionally extending his right palm to touch different things.

"There should be gains." 'Magician' said in a tone like a charlatan.

'Hanged Man' nodded gently, not asking what gains there would be or what changes they would bring, because Ms. 'Magician' also couldn't divine a certain future, and Ms. 'Hermit' could similarly only see some blurry images.

—After Mr. 'Fool' fell into a deep sleep, the Major Arcana card holders had explored the "Blue Avenger" many times, but all had failed to unlock the core secret of this "ghost ship" and find the batch of treasure left behind by the Tudor Dynasty.

With the specialty of the 'Apprentice' pathway in this regard, 'Magician' had only helped 'Hanged Man' discover some other secrets, unable to reach the deepest one.

Mr. 'Star's' exposition on this was:

"'Blue Avenger' is not only influenced by the distortion authority of the 'Lawyer' pathway, but also possesses obvious characteristics of utilizing errors, changing positioning, and grafting space."

And this matches the actual situation of the Tudor Dynasty:

Among the five great noble families under 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor, Amon was the 'Marauder,' which is the Angel of the 'Error' pathway, and later even became the corresponding True God; the ancestor of the Abraham family, Mr. 'Door,' was the Angel of the 'Apprentice' pathway; while the ancestor of the Antigonus family was the Angel of the 'Seer' pathway; the Jacob family and the Tamara family each had an Angel of the 'Error' pathway and an Angel of the 'Apprentice' pathway respectively.

They obviously possessed very strong abilities to utilize errors, change positioning, and graft space.

If not for the premise of ensuring that the "Blue Avenger" still exists and that the batch of treasure is not damaged or lost, 'Magician' felt she could unlock the core secret of this ghost ship, but in that case, the "Blue Avenger" would be dismantled into pieces, pieces that could never be restored.

Under the "gaze" of the two Major Arcana card holders, Lu Mian searched every room on the upper level of the cabin, without triggering any abnormalities.

He encountered seven or eight sailors one after another; those people had received orders from the captain and did not disturb his exploration.

Arriving at the stairs leading to the lower level of the cabin, Lu Mian glanced at the pitch-black bottom that couldn't be seen to the end, maintained the activation of the 'Blood Emperor's' residual aura, and walked down step by step amidst creaking sounds.

As he walked, he suddenly smelled an abnormal scent.

He had been descending for thirty or forty seconds; normally, he should have already stepped onto the floor of the lower cabin.

The distance between the two cabin levels of the "Blue Avenger" couldn't be so exaggerated that a 'Reaper' couldn't finish walking it in dozens of seconds!

Regarding this, Lu Mian was not alarmed but delighted.

It's right to have abnormalities!

If there were no abnormalities at all, it could only mean that after the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' was sealed, it couldn't exert its due effect!

Lu Mian let out a breath, calmed his mood, maintained a composed but not slow state, continued to make creaking sounds, and walked along the wooden stairs toward the depths of the darkness.

He didn't know how long he had walked when he saw that there were no more wooden stairs in front, and under his feet, it had become black stone slabs emitting a cold metallic feeling.

Arrived? Lu Mian had just flashed such a thought when his eyes were illuminated by scorching white firelight.

He saw one after another scorching white flame spears; they flew over densely, obscuring everything above.

This was like encountering a legion, where every soldier in the legion threw the flame spear in their hand.

Nowhere to hide, unable to hide.

Lu Mian instinctively wanted to swap positions with his shadow, hoping to use this ability that could be cast rapidly to survive the first round of attacks, and then seek an opportunity to 'Teleport' away.

Just at this moment, he suddenly had an idea.

A very risky idea.

Lu Mian's expression was stained with a bit of madness; facing the countless flame spears coming like a downpour, he not only didn't use any abilities, but didn't even put on a posture of evasion.

He straightened his back and pushed his right palm forward.

The right palm with the 'Netherworld Daoist' seal and the 'Blood Emperor's' residual aura.

They had both been activated.

The dense, scorching white flame spears like a rainstorm instantly solidified.

They stopped in mid-air simultaneously, neither moving forward nor falling.

Seeing this, Lu Mian couldn't help but let out a breath.

Bet on the right one!

Gradually, those scorching white flame spears slowly extinguished, faded bit by bit, and finally disappeared completely.

Lu Mian hadn't yet had time to make further observations when bright firelights lit up on both sides.

They were like wall lamps embedded in the wall, dispelling the thick darkness and allowing Lu Mian to see the situation around him.

The place he was currently in was a deep and wide hall, but not as large as he had imagined.

Just now, when those scorching white flame spears were thrown at him like an endless flock of crows, he felt he was standing in an ancient battlefield, a battlefield calculated in square kilometers, while the hall in front of him was equivalent to the Great Prayer Hall of Saint-Vierf Church.

At a glance, Lu Mian's gaze suddenly solidified, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

He saw that in the depths of the hall, there was a huge throne that looked like it was made of black iron.

There were patches of red marks on the surface of the throne; it was unknown whether that was rust produced by the erosion of long years or old blood splashed on it.

At this moment, there was a figure on the throne!

The figure was shaped like a giant, wearing a deep red sacrificial robe, wearing an iron-black crown, with his right elbow resting on the armrest, supporting his buried head.

Those long hairs flickering with faint blood light thus draped down, covering the figure's face.

Lu Mian was no stranger to this figure; he had seen the other party at the "Samaritan Woman's Spring," only that there was a certain difference in clothing and appearance between then and now.

That was the figure of 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor!

However, this figure lacked the terrifying, violent, and crazy aura of the one inside the "Samaritan Woman's Spring," and also lacked the aura of war and destruction, as well as the substantial sense of oppression and conquest. If it weren't for being able to see it directly, Lu Mian would definitely have thought there was nothing on the iron throne.

Phantom? Lu Mian closed his eyes and began to sense purely by relying on his other senses and his own spirituality.

In such sensing, the iron throne full of red marks was empty.

Lu Mian's heartbeat gradually returned to normal; he opened his eyes again and looked at the iron throne.

That figure remained motionless.

Lu Mian endured not observing the figure's weaknesses, nor did he activate the "Eye of Disaster"; he shifted his gaze and examined other areas of the hall.

Below the nine layers of steps corresponding to the iron throne, there were five mottled stone chairs, two on the left and three on the right.

"Can't you add one more and make it a bit more symmetrical?" Lu Mian couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He knew that those five stone chairs should represent the five great noble families of the Tudor Dynasty.

These mottled and ancient stone chairs didn't know who had smashed them; some were completely cracked, ruled by gaps, some were shattered into countless small pieces but barely maintained their original appearance, some had broken backrests, some had lost their seats, and others presented a molten state as if they had been burned by flames for a long time.

A battle happened here? Lu Mian tried to find corresponding traces on the black stone slabs, the giant pillars, and the surrounding walls, but found nothing.

There were no items either... Isn't it said that part of the treasure left behind by the Tudor Dynasty is hidden here? Has it already been stolen? Hmm, Termiboros said before that if my level wasn't enough and I forcibly explored the "Blue Avenger," it would very likely lead to Alista Tudor resurrecting in my body... From this point, one can infer that there should be some things or arrangements here... Lu Mian tried to walk forward again.

While walking, he always stared at the figure on the iron throne, observing every detail.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes, iron-black, cold eyes.

The figure on the iron throne slowly raised its head.

ps: Thanks to Old Kohler for supporting the Silver Alliance—

(End of chapter)