The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Un-undead?!"

Ticky's eyes suddenly contracted, and his whole body froze.

He looked up along the cold blade, and what met his eyes was a face appearing dead—pale, hollow, devoid of life.

A "sailor" who had fallen suddenly stood up, halting his staggering retreat, and stared at him expressionlessly.

Immediately, another dead sailor wobbled up from the ground.

His pupils contracted violently, and terror exploded in his mind.

"Something's wrong! Retreat! Retreat—" Ticky roared hoarsely, finally showing a look of horror on his face, waving the command knife in his hand while falling back.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

When the pirates jumped onto the deck one after another, they were horrified to discover that the "corpses" lying on the ground were getting up one by one.

The sailors they had hit had clear bullet holes on their bodies but showed no signs of pain. They slowly lifted their heads, their hollow eyes staring at the intruders, even revealing a stiff and bizarre smile at the corners of their mouths.

"What... what the hell is this?!" A pirate's voice had changed tone, his legs beginning to weaken.

"It's... it's the Undead! This is the Undead Mage's ship!" another pirate screamed in terror.

"Damn it! Why are those corpse-playing guys doing business on the sea?!"

"No, no idea! Ahhhh—!"

Only at this moment did the pirates on the deck realize that the true prey was themselves.

Lumier calmly walked out of the shadow and gave the order in a cold voice.

"Leave five alive, kill all the others!"

The next second, the corpse ghosts on the deck pounced on the scattering, terrified pirates, waving their rusty blades mercilessly, black blood mixed with rain splattering everywhere, catching the pirates off guard, resulting in massive casualties.

The pirates were completely panicked. What they thought would be a robbery without suspense turned, in an instant, into them becoming slaughtered lambs.

They wielded their scimitars, resisting desperately, but no matter how they stabbed or hacked, the corpse ghosts kept closing in, even if one arm was cut off, they would still pounce like mad dogs, tearing at their throats, ripping apart their flesh...

And in this dark, jostled chaos, the danger wasn't just from those corpse ghosts; they also had to be careful of their teammates who were going insane from fear and swinging randomly at everything around them.

"Quick! Get back to the ship! Run!"

Ticky's yelling carried unprecedented fear as he madly hacked down a corpse ghost, desperately trying to retreat.

But when he turned around, he was horrified to find that all the pirates had boarded Lumier's ship, and at the ship's side stood only those expressionless corpse ghosts, blocking their escape route tightly.

They had nowhere to escape.

Ticky's breath was rapid, and a sense of despair rose in his heart. His throat was painfully dry, and he gripped the scimitar tightly, having no idea how to break through.

And at that moment—

"Boom—!!"

A fierce gale suddenly struck, raising towering waves!

Roaring waves pounded against the ship's body, the two ships entangled with each other shaking violently, and both the pirates and corpse ghosts were blown down, rolling into a tangled mess on the deck.

The sky was torn, lightning exploding, dense black clouds like a beast, eyeing the prey below with interest.

Lumier looked up, a hint of barely noticeable fear gradually appearing on his sullen face.

It was the instinct of all living beings when facing nature.

This storm seemed fiercer than he imagined, once again exceeding his expectations.

"Damn it..." he cursed quietly, gripping the cabin door tightly with his right hand, trying to steady himself.

And all this was just the beginning.

The vast waves had just shown their fangs; the previous wave was just a prelude!

The sea waves churned madly!

The two ships close together were like pieces of paper crumpled by a hurricane, ready to be torn to pieces at any moment!

Lumier was blown down on the deck by the fierce wind, his clothes long soaked by the torrential rain.

Water droplets dripped down his hair, obscuring his vision.

He grabbed a rope with one hand, trying to stabilize his body, his gaze piercing through the storm, attempting to discern the current situation, just in time to see the pirate leader opposite, equally terrified and helplessly looking around, his right hand holding the command knife, the left gripping the railing desperately.

Ticky also noticed him, cursing furiously and shamefully.

"Damn it—Are you fucking crazy? Coming here..."

Lumier gritted his teeth, growling in return.

"Damn it... you have the nerve to say that to me, didn't you chase us here yourself?"

"Ticky!"

"What the hell are you saying? I can't hear!"

"I said! My name is fucking Ticky!" Ticky shouted, gritting his teeth, "What's your fucking name?"

"Lumier... why do you care about this?!"

"I gotta know whose hand I'm fucking dying at—"

Lumier didn't catch what nonsense he was spouting. Just as he was about to ask, a gigantic wave as towering as a castle suddenly crashed over, tossing the two rocking small boats into the air.

Lumier felt himself being lifted up, an invisible giant hand gripping his throat tightly, then hurling him fiercely towards the sea.

"Boom!!"

The entire world seemed to overturn in an instant!

His vision went black, his body completely swallowed by the surging seawater. He didn't even have time to struggle before he lost consciousness entirely, disappearing into the raging currents...

...

Time seemed to have passed.

The sea wind still blew, though much gentler than before.

His body gradually started to regain feeling, Lumier's eyelashes trembled slightly, then weakly opened a crack.

His chest felt as if it had been crushed by a heavy hammer, each breath burning his lungs. The remaining seawater in his lungs made him cough several times before finally expelling that suffocating briny taste.

To figure out his current situation, he forced himself to sit up by propping on his arms, his gaze slowly sweeping across the surroundings—

What met his eyes was a strange beach.

Shattered shells and seaweed covered the shore, steady waves lapping against the rocks, producing a deep echo.

In the distance, he could see two severely damaged ships beached on the shore, their huge sails torn to shreds, masts leaning, narrating the horrors of that night.

He moved his stiff neck, his gaze following the coastline to the shoreline.

There, he saw some surviving corpse ghost sailors slowly rising from the sand, as if crawling out from a grave.

And the lucky surviving pirates shrank back, pleading frantically, but could only issue hoarse wails.

It was fitting that these corpse ghosts were personally summoned by Lord Demon King; they still had the strength to move.

The ghosts seemed to be following the orders given when Lumier was conscious—meticulously counting the living, ensuring only five were left alive.

That side didn't need his concern for now.

Lumier's mind was blank, his gaze swept over the chaotic beach, slowly lifting his head to look toward the end of the sandy shore.

There stood a lush forest, dense vegetation like no one had ever been there before.

Is this... an uninhabited island?

Or—

A piece of unclaimed land?

Lumier instinctively looked for the coastline's end, but could only see an endless outline.

The strange sea breeze brushed his cheeks, the sunlight felt particularly glaring, Lumier's lips trembled slightly, his hoarse voice sounding like a groan—

"By the Demon King above..."

"Where on earth... is this?"

If he could find the Demon Crystal in the cabin, he might have a chance to contact Lord Demon King; returning wouldn't be difficult.

Only, he didn't know how to explain to the lord that he had utterly botched the task entrusted to him and ended up in such a state.

"The Demon King? What a coincidence... I just switched to worshipping the Demon God, and the Demon God sends a Demon King my way to mess with me..."

A hoarse voice appeared behind Lumier.

He instinctively reached for the flintlock gun at his waist, but found nothing, as a cold command knife was placed against his neck.

"Don't move!"

Ticky stared at the back of his head with a murderous gaze, spat a mouthful of mixed seawater and blood on the ground, his menacing eyes filled with a threatening meaning.

"If you want to live, let your rotten subordinates... drop their weapons!"

Lumier's heart leapt to his throat, yet he wasn't overly fearful.

He took a deep breath.

"Ticky... right?"

Feeling the blade edge come closer by an inch, he continued in a calm voice.

"If you're a follower of the Demon God, you should know what a Demon King represents."

Ticky didn't speak, only stared at him with cold eyes.

Lumier's Adam's apple moved slightly, as he calmly spoke.

"We can make a deal."

"Or... we die together here."