Feeling several drops of sticky blood falling from his nose, the Upside-Down Eye, who hadn't fully recovered from the Wraith Shriek, had his vacant eyes suddenly lose all reason, emitting an aura of madness. He utilized his beyonder abilities, achieving an all-around boost.
But at this moment, several ice arrows shot out, piercing through the Upside-Down Eye's body one after another, leaving teacup-sized blood holes on his back.
Before the blood could gush from the wounds, it was already frozen by frost. Then, a compressed, eyeball-sized, pure white fireball flew over and plunged into one of the blood holes.
The Upside-Down Eye didn't have time to react before he felt a vibration, a tremor that seemed to shatter his Soul, erupting from within his body.
He instantly lost consciousness.
After all, a person whose upper body has been blasted to smithereens cannot possess consciousness.
Because the explosion occurred inside the body, the commotion was much smaller. Only the entire corridor was smeared with blood and flesh, and there was even an eyeball stuck to the top of the passage.
"Wraith Shriek for control, ice arrows for defense-breaking, compressed fireball for the kill. This combo is pretty good," Lex raised his head, the deep black flames in his eye sockets flickering. "It's almost time for the second act."
He floated upwards, disappearing into the ship's cabin.
A moment later, the remaining night-watch pirates on the deck also became corpses. At this point, the entire pirate ship was left with only Captain Quint and Second Mate Archie.
Lex gripped the staff of resentment and let out a low growl: "Zombie."
His state abruptly changed. His figure, originally transparent, became extremely corporeal. His uniformly proportioned body swelled by a size, filled with a sense of power. However, his skin also became infused with an eerie grayish-white, his eye area seemed to be painted with a smoky makeup, and his lips turned purplish-blue.
In an instant, Lex resembled a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
Raising the wraith staff high, Lex lowered his voice and said, "Dance."
Under his 'command,' the dead bodies on the deck, the bodies in the corners of the ship's cabin, the bodies in the kitchen—each body rose in a bizarre posture.
They became Zombies, they became Puppets. Some still had knives and swords stuck in them, some were still bleeding, yet they all swayed and moved their steps, heading towards the Captain's Cabin.
Not just Zombies.
Suddenly, pale faces appeared in the surrounding sea, and then shadowy figures howled as they flew into the air. These deceased, who had been buried at the bottom of the sea and had not yet found release, came to the pirate ship at the summons of the staff of resentment.
Lex held the staff of resentment, a smile gracing his purplish-blue lips, and leisurely walked towards the Captain's Cabin.
At the same time.
Archie was with a man with a slicked-back hairstyle, approaching the Captain's Cabin. This man had a ferocious, centipede-like scar across his wide forehead. He had a cigar in his mouth, wore a red neckerchief, and a yellow and black striped shirt.
"Captain, the man named Raleigh is inside," Archie said from outside the door. "I can guarantee he's a formidable fellow. He should be able to help you in the upcoming 'encirclement' operation."
The man, who was indeed the Captain of the Blood Shark, nodded without speaking and pushed open the door.
However, there was no one in the Captain's Cabin.
"Where is he?"
Quint looked back at his Second Mate.
Archie walked in: "Where did he go? Damn it, I told that guy to wait here."
Quint snorted, walked into the Captain's Cabin, sat in his high-backed chair, and propped his legs on the table. He smoked his cigar, exhaling a puff of smoke: "I don't want a guy who doesn't follow orders, no matter how capable he is. Throw him into the sea to feed the fish later."
A deep malice surged in Archie's eyes. Lex had made him look foolish, and even without the Captain's order, he had no intention of letting Lex return alive.
The Second Mate strode out of the Captain's Cabin, banging hard on the wall: "Is anyone there? Where did everyone go!"
Just as the Second Mate was shouting, Quint frowned slightly and took a few sniffs of the air with his nose: "What's that smell? It smells like rotten eggs."
His expression suddenly changed. He leaped from his chair, reaching for his revolver, but then, as if remembering something, he quickly released it. Instead, he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table and forcefully smashed it against the window.
With a crash, the window shattered, and the evening breeze, carrying a hint of sea salt, poured in through the opening, diluting the strange smell in the room.
The Second Mate looked at his Captain in confusion.
Quint said in a low voice: "Leave quickly, the person you brought has a problem."
Archie immediately pulled out his revolver. Just then, he heard footsteps. Through the dim light in the passage, he saw footsteps coming from both sides of the passage, and figures moving.
"Damn it, I thought you were all dead. Why are you only coming now? Hurry up, didn't you eat dinner tonight?" Archie yelled, then his expression suddenly froze, as if he had seen something incredible.
On the right side of the passage, a figure stumbled along. It was a man Archie knew well. His name was Roan, and he was Archie's confidant. This guy was a heavy drinker, he could be without money, but never without alcohol.
At this moment, Roan stumbled, and he seemed to sense Archie's gaze, so he looked up, slowly raising his head. This allowed Archie to see his hollow, unfocused eyes, to see his entire mouth blown open below his nose, and to see the sticky, bloody liquid still dripping from his gumline, where only a few teeth remained.
Suddenly.
Roan, like a hungry dog seeing a bone, lunged at Archie.
"Get away!"
Archie yelled, raising his pistol and mercilessly firing a shot into his confidant's forehead, watching Roan's head snap back and him fall to the ground. Just as he let out a sigh of relief, he heard a series of roars filled with intense hunger, and saw the stumbling figures on both sides of the passage now rushing forward like madmen.
They were all pirates from the ship. Their pupils were dilated, and they all had more or less wounds and bloodstains on their bodies.
They were all dead.
They were now Zombies!
The Second Mate was about to retreat into the Captain's Cabin when he suddenly felt something gripping his ankle tightly. Immediately after, his calf, his arm, and his clothes were all firmly pulled!
This prevented him from reacting in time when a Zombie lunged at him. Just as it was about to bite, a gunshot rang out from the Captain's Cabin.
Quint walked over, firing his gun as he moved, forcing the surrounding Zombies back. He suddenly looked at the Second Mate, his eyes, the color of his pupils, turned light yellow. In those demon-like eyes, Quint saw blurry and transparent figures. Some were dressed in naval uniforms, some looked like pirates, and some looked like Adventurers.
These phantoms, these undead, were tightly gripping his Second Mate, preventing him from moving.
Quint gasped: "What kind of person did you bring back?"