In a room with a blue door,

Duncan and the others were silent, as was the twisted mass of biological tissue clinging to the door panel.

It didn't take long for Duncan to break his silence, "Is there anything else you need our help with?"

"I don't seem to have anything to regret," Christo's voice said, "and I can't think of anything to ask for—good Samaritan, what can you do for a long-dead soul?"

"What about your family?" Fanna, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask.

"Family..." Christo apparently hesitated, as if some memories had just appeared in his distorted "shell", "Oh, yes, family... … My wife and daughter, who live in the frost, at the end of the fireplace street."

Christo muttered softly, his voice getting lower and lower, as if he was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he woke up again, and his voice was clearer: "Ah, if you have the chance, you can go and see them on my behalf, and send a message back, although they should have known what happened to the Obsidian."

"Do you have any special message for you?" Vanna asked.

This time, Christo thought for a long time, and just when Vana thought he was going to fall asleep again, a voice suddenly came from the wriggling mass of biological tissue: "I can't think of it, I can't even remember what they looked like... … Just say good morning to them and tell them that I have no regrets or pain in leaving. So be it."

"We'll pass it on if they still live at that address." Duncan nodded slightly, and at the same time, his gaze fell on Christo's slightly squirming and shrinking body.

Not delusional, the activity of the mass of biological tissue is gradually decreasing, and Christo's consciousness seems to be gradually leaving the shell, and a faint gray is spreading along the edge of the mass of tissue.

All of this may have something to do with the fact that the heart in the depths of the Obsidian stopped beating.

It's time to leave.

"It's time for us to go." Duncan said calmly.

"It's almost time...

Christo's voice became a little softer and more muffled, but he could still hear it clearly, "Then I wish you all the best on the rest of your voyage - just leave me here, the captain should be with his ship."

「·…… In fact, we'll sink this ship before we leave," Duncan hesitated for two or three seconds, but decided to tell the truth about what would happen next, "Captain Christo, you should be able to guess that the Obsidian is contaminated, and we can't let this ship continue to drift on the endless sea—it's a threat to the average navigator."

Christo was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Thank you, good Samaritan."

Duncan looked at the captain for a few seconds, nodded silently, and prepared to walk away.

But just as he was about to cross the door, Christo's voice suddenly came to his ears again: "Are there any believers in Bartók, the god of death?"

「····· Sorry, no."

Vanna shook her head, "Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I just wish there was a Grim Reaper who would do a prayer for me—after all this, my soul is unclean and I can't pass through Bartók's door of life and death, and if I pray, maybe my soul will dissipate faster...... But if you don't, things are always unsatisfactory, aren't they?"

Vanna and Maurice subconsciously looked at each other, and the latter hesitated for a moment before speaking, "We are the priesthood of the Goddess of Storms and the God of Wisdom, and we will pray for you after we leave—although it may not be of much use to the Grim Reaper."

"I don't know about Bartók, the Grim Reaper, but if you're talking about a Death Worshipper's greatest wish when they are dying......" Duncan said, stepping forward and squeezing the palm that was sticking to the door panel, "I hope you get your wish."

「…… Thank you, good Samaritan."

The wriggling lump of flesh finally didn't

The sound was loud again, its squirming slowing down, and the grayish-white color of death had spread everywhere—he wasn't quite dead yet, but the last of his life wasn't enough to keep him talking.

Duncan nodded silently to the Obsidian's captain and strode through the door.

The group left the Obsidian's captain's quarters, walked through the upside-down hallway, passed through the triple nested gates, and returned to the deck of the ghost ship.

The sun sets in the west.

With the sound of flapping wings, the undead bird wrapped in flames flew from the direction of the Lost and hovered over Duncan and the others.

The faint green flame rose from the Obsidian and turned into a meteor and returned to the Lost Land not far away.

After a few moments, the Lost Country slowly adjusted its position, and the gun door baffles on one side of its hull were raised, and the muzzles of black holes poked out of the firing holes.

Artillery roared, fiery meteors rained down, and the Obsidian was enveloped in a blazing green flame almost in the blink of an eye, and quickly watered, disintegrated, and sank in a series of spectacular burns and explosions.

The ghost ship, which had been completely corrupted by supernatural powers, sank into the deep sea in a very short time, leaving only a few large and small whirlpools on the surface.

On the edge of the deck of the Lost Country, Duncan watched the setting sun in the direction of the Obsidian's sinking, watching the ghost ship until the last moment.

It wasn't until the latter was completely sunk that he withdrew his gaze and glanced at Vana and Maurice who were standing behind him.

"Sailing on the infinite seas is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, and those ocean-going captains are the most dangerous positions in it," Morris said with some sighs, "Almost half of the ocean-going captains do not die well—even if they retire alive and settle down on land, they will not be able to easily integrate into the lives of ordinary people for various reasons, most of them will suffer from curses and mental abnormalities, auditory hallucinations and even confused memories will haunt them for the rest of their lives, my daughter Heidi... … Dealing with this kind of thing a lot."

Duncan did not respond to the exclamation of the old scholar.

After all, from the world's point of view, this Lost Ship and his "Captain Duncan" ...... In fact, it is one of the many examples of "not dying well".

It's just that his "unsuccessful death" is too violent.

"How are Shirley and Gou?" Duncan asked suddenly.

"I just went to see them,"

Alice on the side immediately raised her hand, "Ah Dog said that it is fine, and now it is studying Nina's textbooks from elementary school, and Shirley said that Ah Dog needs to be taken care of, so she is napping next to Ah Gou."

「…… The Hidden Hound and its illiterate master," Duncan twitched as he walked toward the cabin, "I'll go see how they're doing."

He went straight to the cabin where Shirley and Ah Dog lived, knocked on the door, but found that the door was just hidden, pushed the door into the house, and saw the dog sitting at the desk with two hind legs, holding a primary school vocabulary textbook with two front paws.

and the illiterate Shirley, who sleeps in the bed behind the dog.

The corners of Duncan's mouth twitched, although he had heard Alice say this just now, he couldn't help but feel very strange when he actually saw this discordant scene at this time, and Ah Dog also heard the movement at the door, so he looked up: "Oh, Captain, you······ yes

!!"

Before the greeting was finished, the ghostly hound suddenly let out a roar like a broken gong, and then the whole dog jumped up from the chair with a bang, almost jumping onto the roof!

There was another bang, and the black chain connecting Ah Dog and Shirley instantly tightened, and Shirley, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was directly carried into the air by Ah Dog, and hit the wall next to him firmly after a loud "bang".

"Dog, you're insane!" Shirley was hit with all kinds of meat, and as soon as she landed, she jumped up and pounced on Ah Gou, "Why are you so alive and ...... suddenly?"

She finally noticed Duncan standing in the doorway

, also noticed the frightened appearance of the dog.

"Dog, are you alright?"

Shirley and Duncan spoke at about the same time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine······ No, no, it's a bit of a problem······ Ah Dog didn't seem to have recovered his strength, he was still trembling, his eyes kept wandering, as if he wanted to look in Duncan's direction, but he couldn't help but instinctively avoid it, and he held back for a long time before he said, "Captain, are you carrying something... ...... in your left pocket."

"Something?" Duncan was stunned, then reacted, took a look in his left pocket, and pulled out a small metal box that had been used to hold tobacco.

After opening the metal box, a strange "piece of meat" the size of a thumb and a dull color came into everyone's eyes.

"I'm ······ Me!" The dog became even more nervous the moment he saw the thing, and suddenly ran to the corner of the wall, "What is this, this...... Where did you come from?!"

"The deepest part of the Obsidian," Duncan frowned, "why are you reacting this way?" You ...... from this thing."

"The Dark Lord! The breath of the Dark Lord!" Ah Dog's whole dog trembled as if it had turned on the vibration mode, "This is the flesh and blood of the Dark Holy Lord!"