ushernet Chapter 343.2
Chapter 343.2
In truth, Isaac’s ease in fighting them was expected.
He wielded the sanctity of Kaldwin, as well as the powers gained from slaying the Reaper: enhanced damage to spirits and the effect of Soul Predation. Fighting the undead was no longer the challenge it had once been. Unlike the meager, half-souled skeletal sailors, the Death Knights possessed some degree of faith that could be absorbed.
[“Consumed ‘Rusty Death Knight (C-)’.]
[‘Intestines of the Dead God’ grants increased consumption efficiency.]
[Insufficient faith to obtain special perks. More nourishment is needed.]
Unfortunately, they offered little sustenance. Isaac could guess why.
‘As I thought, these Death Knights are much weaker than usual.’
Death Knights were powerful not only because of the strength and personality they retained from life but also because they had countless years to hone their skills and refine themselves. They might have found custom weapons or received blessings over time.
But the White Eagle Paladins hadn’t been afforded that luxury.
Their armor, encrusted with barnacles and tangled in seaweed, was rusted a sickly yellow, as though they had wandered the depths of the sea for untold years. To call them Death Knights seemed almost a mockery.
In their grim appearance, Isaac sensed not only neglect but disdain, perhaps even malice.
Isaac recalled Horace, who had briefly disappeared into the fog to escape the Grasp of the Abyss. Specifically, he recalled Horace’s defiant proclamation that, despite being a servant of the Immortal Order, he had never abandoned the Dawn Army.
‘The efficiency of Soul Predation is pitiful here. To make it worthwhile, I’d need a soul as powerful and rich as that of someone like Villon Georg.’
With a final slash, Isaac cut down the eighth Death Knight, causing some of the sailors on the White Eagle warship above to falter. It was clear that a few were untying ropes to drop Death Knights onto Isaac’s ship in desperation.
Isaac steadied himself and charged toward the White Eagle warship’s hull. As he plunged forward, his blade sliced through the air, releasing eight streaks of dark energy, all converging on a single point with devastating force.
A vision filled the minds of those watching, as if several ferocious serpents were simultaneously tearing into a massive beast, bringing it down.
Boom! With a shattering crash, the White Eagle warship’s hull tilted precariously. The impact left splintered remnants as if it had collided with a reef. The sheer power was something even a whaling harpoon couldn’t achieve, leaving the sailors in shock, while Isaac still wasn’t satisfied.
The commander, with his immense size and weight, seemed poised to crush Isaac, yet Horace saw him only as a small frog standing before a snake.
The relationship was that of predator and prey.
[None shall escape from this sea! None!]
Horace’s warship, riding the wind, charged fiercely.
Around Eidan’s ship, the chaos of broken and entangled ships left a tangle of wreckage. With Horace’s ship bearing down like an unstoppable force, sailors scrambled in all directions across the deck.
Eidan, seeing the mayhem, called out desperately to their only hope.
“Sir Isaac!”
Isaac didn’t even glance at Horace’s approaching ship. Instead, he drove Kaldwin into the commander’s solar plexus, then slashed upward, cleaving him in half.
With Horace’s scream echoing around them, Isaac felt the commander’s soul being absorbed into his blade.
[“Consumed ‘Corrupted Delrod Siel (A+)’.]
[‘Intestines of the Dead God’ grants increased consumption efficiency.]
[Acquired temporary perk: ‘Unyielding (Temporary)’.]
[Blessing will remain until the perk is digested.]
Then Isaac turned toward the oncoming Horace’s ship and extended his open palm.
The Hidden Rite.
The most secretive of veils descended in silence, slowly, yet it was as if it had always been there, awaiting its time.
And within that veil, a brutal and unholy mass was about to unfold.