Black mist obscured the sky along the surface of the sea, and schools of fish sank to the bottom.

A few tentacles protrude from the dense fog front, like the exhaust of a jet plane. Those were flying wraiths, fanatical necromancers at the forefront of the Night of Soul Eclipse.

They shrieked through the air like the legendary wailing banshees, their voices like the cries of dead birds. Wraiths swept past the alert buoys, bells rang wildly, and floating tombstones swayed back and forth spasmodically. I don't know if it's the tombstone shaken by the wind, or the dead spirit in the coffin below.

The wraith rushed towards the Siren with a sky-high black mist, as well as a few scattered fishing boats around it.

Karn struck the nameless bell, letting out a long chime.

By the way, he gave the bell an unnamed name. In fact, the Soul Suppression Bell would be more appropriate, but it always seems a bit out of place here if it is too eastern.

The sound of the bell injected energy into the spiritual realm, and the wraiths became even more furious, and their speed skyrocketed, rushing towards Raven, who was most conspicuous above the mast.

In the face of the roaring undead, Raven broke out in a nervous cold sweat, but everyone looked at him, he couldn't slide down like this.

He wrapped the cable tightly around his arm a few times, and hanged himself even if he died.

In a trembling of fear, the furious wraith rushed to him. At this time, the bell finally stopped, and the sudden silence caused the white wraiths to freeze, and then fell straight into the sea, making a splash.

One of the wraiths froze in the air and slammed straight down to the deck, shattering itself like a lump of ice, sending a cloud of black smoke.

Then the bell rang again.

"Everyone's paying attention." Karn exclaimed, "Whoever it is, protect the bell for me." No matter how dangerous the situation is or how terrible the monsters you see, don't mess with the rhythm of the bell. The rhythm should not be too fast or too slow, too fast will only make the undead go berserk unlimitedly, too slow will give them too much breathing time, only the right rhythm can calm the incoming undead. As soon as the rhythm breaks, we are dead. ”

As he spoke, the black mist rolled over the ship's railing, followed by the howls and screams of the undead, and the wraiths swept over their heads.

Many silhouettes of burning ghostly fire emerge in the fog: resentful undead, howling geistels, ghostly knights, massive aggregates of souls...... And so on.

This time, there are many more types than Karthas, and there are many powerful characters.

The black mist was pervasive, the tentacles of the mist snaking out of the gaps in the sampan, and the sailmaker's sturdy and sealed stitches were leaking out of the mist, approaching the living flesh.

The sailors lit the golden oil that had been brought from the no-return ship all over the ship, on the deck, on the masts, in the cabins...... Each place emitted golden lights, keeping the touch of corruption out of the barrier of light.

Karn was covered in skin armor, leaving only one face exposed to the air.

The black mist whistled and tightened, and ghosts appeared frequently in the black waves, bypassing the lights and bombarding the sails. The people on board felt only a violent shock, and the boat under their feet was carried and rushed towards Bilgewater.

Many people fell, and Raven cheered loudly on the mast, and the cry followed by the flying evil spirits, riding the raging black fog to the sky, and his life became legendary because of the fearlessness of this moment.

Darkness swept across the sea and toward land.

The lights in Bilgewater ahead began to fade out.

"Help!" A cry for help was heard from below the Siren, and a fishing boat, spotting the sheltered bells and lights, immediately turned and rowed towards the larger boat.

But the surroundings of the Siren were already entangled in black mist, and pale faces floated under the sea, and lifeless cold light fireflies danced.

The black mist carries an oppressive cold, and as soon as it comes into contact with the fishermen, the blood vessels under the skin quickly necrosis, showing black lines. The cold smell of a grave hung down his spine, and the fishermen could no longer cry for help.

Some of the fallen people fleeing the curse of ruin try to dive beneath the waves, believing that corruption does not penetrate the bottom of the sea.

But they were wrong.

Smack-

A wave exploded in the sea near the Siren, and a huge sucker-covered spirit tentacle reached out of the sea, clutching a poor man drenched through.

Then a huge spirit octopus suddenly appeared in the mist, its tentacles stirring the black water, its whole body glowing with a green glow, wearing an iron helmet, a pair of dark narrow eyes staring at the struggling human in front of him without warmth, and then used two other tentacles to wrap and lift the boat he was on, twisting it in two in different directions.

"Abyssal Siren...... of the undead? Sarah gasped, if the giant sea beast was also cursed as an undead, then the Siren was not safe.

Lucian couldn't take it anymore, and a burst of light pierced the man's chest, leaving only a charred hole at the edges, and ending the man's last life with only fear left.

Sarah cursed secretly, knowing that the Siren undead would most likely approach the Siren after killing the man, Lucian's actions would undoubtedly anger the other party and increase the chances of the Siren being attacked.

Sure enough, the blackwater beast twisted the corpse into a blood-spewing twist and approached the siren.

Sarah had to pull out two guns and kill the ship before it was attacked.

At this moment, a giant whale broke through the sea between the Siren and the Kraken, and the blowhole erupted a column of water tens of meters high.

The black mist blackened the waters, and the whale came up to breathe, but instead of the Siren, it became the target of the Siren's undead.

The tentacles of the spirit wrapped around the fins, and the suction cups clung to the rough skin. With a long roar, the giant whale bit the Kraken's tentacles with its teeth. The behemoth of life and death scuffled, causing violent waves and sinking into the dark seabed.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, and then said viciously to Lucian, "Can you promise not to set us on fire again?" ”

The latter looked at the whirlpool on the surface of the sea without moving, and said, "You made us concentrate on dealing with the undead. ”

"Isn't human life on board human life? Don't do it casually, please. ”

"Okay." Lucian held his pistol to his chest, defending the undead who tried to attack the Siren during the bell break.

"Turn the rudder right, watch out for the reef!" Raven shouted from the mast.

Even though it was pitch black, skilled sailors could recognize the danger from memory, and these sharp reefs were always there.

The helmsman's strong arm suddenly exerted force, and the steering wheel was pulled to the right in advance. The Siren drifted quickly across the sea and headed for the dead sea.