Arcs of silver lightning shot from the obsidian trident, turning the entire captainâs cabin into a hell of electricity.
Despite having Bribed Howl Constantine and weakened his attacks, Jenna didnât dare risk her fragile body against the powerful lightning at such close range.
She and Franca shattered into pieces amid the dancing arcs, reflecting the blinding light.
Their figures reappeared at the cabin door, where lightning still raged.
Franca didnât hesitate. She grabbed Jennaâs arm and activated the last gem on her Seven-Stone Bracelet before the paralysis set in.
Blink!
They vanished from the cabin door, blinking to a wooden table in a room diagonally opposite.
During this process, Franca and Jenna saw metal panels sliding open on the cabin ceiling, revealing several dark holes.
With a splash, blue seawater poured into the captainâs cabin like a waterfall, and the metal door shut tight.
When Franca and Jennaâs figures reappeared, their bodies still crackled with residual electricity, and they trembled uncontrollably.
Immediately, the last gem on the Seven-Stone Bracelet shattered, leaving only the two diamonds representing Teleport.
In the corridor near the stairwell, Lumian and Anthony remained unharmed by the electric storm.
It wasnât because the lightning hadnât spread through the metal floor and walls but because Lumian had taken out the gray-white lightning-shaped brooch Fury of the Sea from his Travelerâs Bag and thrown it ahead.
One of its side effects was that it had a high chance of attracting lightning during storms.
This meant that it greatly attracted lightning!
As expected, most of the small electric arcs converged on Fury of the Sea, making it bloom like a bright silver flower.
Thus, Lumian and Anthony only felt a mild tingling, retaining their ability to move.
Looking at the now-closed cabin door, Lumian raised an eyebrow and murmured, âDid Howl Constantine get seriously injured in the last attack and decide to seal the cabin to recover?â
To Lumian, Admiral Deep Seaâs response wasnât wrong. If possible, it was indeed one of the best choices under the circumstances, especially since Howl Constantine couldnât gauge the strength of Lumian, who had been merely watching and not acting, nor did he know the full extent of Franca, Jenna, and Anthonyâs abilities. If faced with something like a Bansheeâs terrifying scream, Howl Constantine-having been weakened by a Demonessâs black flames-would likely die instantly.
But sealing the cabin to recover was precisely what Lumian and his companions hoped for. They hadnât planned to kill Howl Constantine before the Fate Exchange was complete. This quiet waiting scenario was exactly what they wanted.
âWatch out for secret passages in the cabin. Howl Constantine might escape or jump into the sea,â Franca cautioned Lumian as she recovered.
She had rich experience in assassinations.
âIâm keeping an eye on it,â Lumian replied concisely, picking up the Fury of the Sea.
He was monitoring the Fate Exchange situation and his own senses and spirituality.
If Admiral Deep Sea showed any signs of fleeing, Lumian would immediately blow open the cabin door.
As long as he didnât directly attack Howl Constantine, the Fate Exchange wouldnât be interrupted!
Francaâs hands still trembled slightly, and she exuded a faint burnt smell as she remarked, âHowl Constantineâs lightning strikes and Spirit Body and mental protection from items almost ruined all our efforts, along with this unique environment.
âIf not for our abundance of mystical items and our good teamwork, we might have been forced to give up the plan and have you join the battle personally.
âWhatâs the phrase? âAn unstoppable force overcomes all obstacles.â No matter what supernatural abilities you use, Iâll counter with lightning and turn it into a weaker version of a lightning storm using the environment.â
Jenna, who was also trembling and smelled burnt but was in better shape, nodded slightly in agreement.
As the one fighting on the front lines, she deeply understood this.
Outside the Carnival Bar, the pirates and disguised pirates saw the heavy wooden door suddenly swell and shatter.
Boom!
An explosion followed, sending the doorframe and fragments flying.
The figures of Great Shark Jorg and his men finally appeared to the onlookers.
Most of them were injured to varying degrees, their expressions grim, as they sprinted towards the dock without bothering to disguise themselves.
Seeing this, both real and fake pirates had similar thoughts.
They lost?
Even with all of Admiral Deep Seaâs top men, they lost?
Are they running to seek help from Admiral Deep Sea?
Theyâre fleeing in such a sorry stateâŠ
As thoughts raced through their minds, the onlookers turned their gaze back to the inside of the Carnival Bar. They saw broken tables and chairs, exploded barrels, and the mingling scents of alcohol and scorch, but no sign of the unknown adventurer.
This left the pirates and impostors bewildered, unsure of what it meant.
In the sealed captainâs cabin, now filled with blue seawater, Howl Constantineâs cloaked body floated, bubbles constantly rising.
His face, with the translucent octopus, hung slightly down, gazing at the submerged metal floor, feeling his soul being nourished, quickly shaking off his weakened state.
After several seconds, Howl Constantine slowly but steadily raised his head, looking at the closed metal door.
Outside, Lumian turned to Franca and said, âItâs almost done. Stand by the door and show your face. If Howl Constantine sees the real face of a Demoness of Pleasure, he might feel extreme pleasure, which will help with the digestion.â
âThis is so weirdâŠâ Franca muttered as she moved to stand opposite the captainâs cabin door, leaning against the metal wall.
She pulled down her hood, revealing her radiant and beautiful face.
She wanted to strike a pose but couldnât bring herself to do it under everyoneâs eyes!
Lumian, calculating the progress, walked to the door of the captainâs cabin and placed his hands on the metal.
White-hot flames instantly gathered, compressing layer by layer into the metal door.
Rumble!
The metal door rapidly caved inwards and then exploded.
With a splash, the blue seawater gushed out, momentarily driven back by the explosionâs shockwave.
Howl Constantineâs figure emerged before Lumian, Franca, and the others, a hopeful smile playing on his lips.
Taking advantage of the respite, he had activated the Newinsâ defense system. He was ready to fight the four assassins with the help of this alchemical ship.
In that state, he was confident he could hold his own against even a demigod for a while!
This was the main reason he hadnât jumped into the sea when the cabin door closed.
Suddenly, he saw an exceptionally beautiful face and a figure-despite partially covered by leather armor-that radiated allure.
He was momentarily stunned.
At that moment, Howl Constantineâs mind buzzed, going blank.
That emptiness was immediately filled with extreme pleasure, which erupted, seemingly shattering his soul and scattering it in all directions.
He froze in place, his blood staining the blue seawater that hadnât yet flowed out of the cabin.
Tears streamed from his eyes, mixing with the seawater.
They were tears of pain and tears of joy.
Silently, the translucent octopus fell from Howl Constantineâs face, revealing his true visage.
It was a handsome face, but the features were not deep, rather soft.
Seeing this, Francaâs heart suddenly raced.
This face bore a striking resemblance to the man she had encountered in the Trier catacombs, Harrison, who was suspected to be from Resurrection Island.
Not in detailed appearance, but in style.
It was an âEastern-styleâ face, but not purely so, more like a mixed heritage!
Stunned, Franca heard an illusory sound of something shattering and felt the complete digestion of the Pleasure potion.
She saw an illusory starry sky filled with twinkling stars.
Lumian was about to kill the severely injured Howl Constantine when he suddenly sensed the environment becoming extremely dangerous. He heard the mechanical sounds of the entire Newinsâ mechanism activating.
It was like a killing machine awakening.
Lumian didnât hesitate. He reached out, grabbing Franca and Jennaâs shoulders, and lifted the Bottle of Fiction.
Anthony stepped forward, grabbing Lumianâs clothes.
The four of them quickly disappeared from the corridor outside the captainâs cabin.
They teleported back to the motel in Banamo Port.
Soon, the pirates near the dock noticed the Newins retract its masts and sails, sealing itself up and submerging into the sea.
Great Shark Jorg and his men hadnât even reached the dock!
Fleeing?
Admiral Deep Sea just fled?
He didnât even fight the adventurer, just ran, leaving behind his first mate, second mate, and boatswain?
Various thoughts surged in the minds of the pirates near the dock.