The shipwright remained silent, completely unresponsive.
Dead silent, Renut grew increasingly furious, but then heard the choked sound of soone who had already started crying, "General, our craftsman, was just killed by the martyr's explosive shell..."
Then, in the few minutes when everyone was distracted, another frigate had actually sailed straight ahead into the big mouth of that monster ship ahead!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each wave of the disorienting crunching sounds, the frigate was split in half.
Screams of despair filled the air.
In the midst of the Sacrificial Priestess's mad entangling, that monstrous wreck of a ship greedily gnawed at the food that had willingly co to it, swallowing the gigantic mass into the darkness of its belly in an instant, leaving not even crumbs.
Then, it opened its mouth again.
Instead of looking at the food right at its reach, it turned towards the unending spread of infinite black hair in the sea.
Storm Inhale!
——Disordered Object · Sacrificial Priestess!
The hard dish is too greasy, let's have so seaweed to cut the grease first!
From the sea ca shrill screams that made one's scalp tingle, countless black hairs lashed in fury, tore, and tangled onto the Prosperity, shredding the decayed hull and deck like withering, reaching inside.
But then, it felt as if gripped by sothing invisible, unable to break free.
Then...
Slurp!
Amidst the venomous shrieks of the strands, ca the slurping sounds like sucking noodles, gulp, gulp, gulp... the darkness inside the cabin seed bottomless, greedily devouring the endless black hair, and among the gaps of the hair, twisted, swollen, pale faces gradually appeared, even seemingly powerless to resist!
In the Venom Fleet, a few wizards who had been raising the Sacrificial Priestess for years cried out in agony as strands of pitch-black hair burst from their pores and flesh all over their bodies, leaving them shriveled.
The Sacrificial Priestess is losing control!
anwhile, the curtain was also gradually lifted under the manipulation of an Invisible Hand.
"Interesting."
Ji Jue picked up a wisp of floating cold mist: "The material's not bad, once we pull it back, it could be cut into a skirt... Interested, Isis?"
[Please stop bringing garbage ho, sir, there's already enough garbage in the house.]
Isis, observing from thousands of miles away, chose to ignore Ji Jue's teasing ssage: [If you must make a skirt, please keep it for yourself to wear]
"It's fine too."
Ji Jue nodded.
The silence on the other end beca deafening again.
As Ji Jue reached out his hand once more, rcury flowed, spread, and evaporated, gradually enveloping the entire sea.
The Aggregation began again!
Solid Alchemy!
A sudden gust of wind swept through, an Invisible Vortex rose from the center of the mist, and between Ji Jue's hands, vague, wailing human shadows quickly appeared, then vanished, pulled into the rapidly solidifying crystals.
To Ji Jue's surprise, the most compatible with the nurous formulas left by the Dust within the Three-Phase Alchemy, was actually Solid Alchemy, which he had been using as a converter and container!
After integrating many formulas, the threat and sealing effect of Solid Alchemy towards all spiritual bodies and substances had advanced by several levels.
At this mont, as the rcury Fog acted as the dium, spreading throughout the entire sea, countless tiny rcury vapors began autonomously extracting the existence of the curtain, forcibly unifying the scattered, invisible curtain!
Boom!
The mist rioted.
As if feeling its treasure about to slip out of control... Within the dense fog, a faint face suddenly appeared, gazing distantly in this direction.
Then, it saw Ji Jue's gentle smile.
Specially here to spice things up?
All right then.
If not, it always feels like sothing's missing at critical monts without a phone call coming in...
Thus, in the face of the other Tyrant's furious gaze, Ji Jue without hesitation reached out, grabbing the Invisible Tyrant Spirit Contract within the mist.
Then, Dissociation Technique!
No matter what, once sothing's in my hand, it's mine! If you dare to write your na on my thing, it ans you're mine too!
"Don't hurry, one by one, slowly."
Ji Jue glanced at that ferocious face, suddenly smiled: "It will be your turn soon."
Boom!
The Spirit Contract shattered, the shadow of the Mutant Tower completely lost control, only to be entirely taken over by Ji Jue. As for the impotent raging Tyrant on the other end, he couldn't even project power and punishnt across space, his roaring voice abruptly cut off, never to be heard again.
The vast curtain had already been entirely grasped by Ji Jue!
The Fire of Fate flashed by, cleansing the pollution left by the Tyrant, then the rebirth of Non-Attack began anew... Mainly because this thing, besides the Tyrant Spirit Contract, was just a pile of materials with no amount of skill or highlight, completely unwatchable.
After maintaining the original frawork and rearranging the system again, correcting the problems then supplenting the shortcomings, with a series of crackling sounds, the smooth rebirth was completed.
Having done enough problem sets, things like this can be corrected without even thinking.
Furthermore, the pale mist unfolded again over the sea, only this ti, threads of silver light actually erged within the infinite mist.
The thin mist dissipated in the strong wind, rapidly disappearing out of sight.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
Only Ji Jue felt the curtain expand once more, his perception furthering, even to the point where... souls and lives erged in perception one by one.
Like glittering dots, so clear.
"Let see, how is this thing supposed to be used..."
Ji Jue stretched out his hand, lightly tapped.
Pointing to one among them.
Then, shrill screams erupted from the distant Venom Fleet!
In the chaotic cabin, a frantically running pirate suddenly froze, eyes widening, eyeballs protruding, convulsing all over, gasping.
"Hey! Hanafiya, what are you doing?" A companion carrying an ammunition box behind him couldn't help but glare, cursing, "Don't block the way, move aside!"
"Ha... Ha... Hana... Fia..."
Hanafiya seed to have forgotten his own na, murmuring in chaos, convulsions intensifying. In the severe spasms, sticky blood foam erged all over him, suddenly stopped.
Then, slowly, he turned his head back.
A 180-degree turn.
Those empty pupils stared blankly at the terrified companions.
A stiff expression still stained with blood.
Suddenly grinning.
Smiling.
Then the skin, like thin paper, was torn open. The deford face cracked, exposing bones with a faint tallic luster.
"I-I-I-I am... Ha-na... Fia..."
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