Chapter 899: Berserk Sea's Spirit World

*The ingredients used for Desi's pies are much more generous than in

Backlund. However, they prefer adding some local spices. It felt a

little odd when taking the first few bites, but after getting used to

it, it's quite a different style...* Klein sat inside his hotel

and swapped between taking a mouthful of the oily pie and drinking a

mouthful of cool, refreshing sweet ice tea. He was living quite an

idyllic life.

After he had his fill, he didn't immediately pack up. He picked up the

top hat on the chair beside him and wore it.

Meanwhile, his left palm suddenly turned transparent as his entire body

faded away.

Klein had entered the spirit world and was planning on Traveling to the

Poto Harbor in the Berserk Sea. He was there to seek out food for

Creeping Hunger.

Eskelson, where he was, did belong to Desi Bay, but it was nowhere along

the coast since it was an island. This was the southernmost island of

Desi Bay, and going past it meant one's entry into the Berserk Sea.

Therefore, the second Klein headed for the predetermined coordinates, an

abnormal sight appeared before his eyes.

The spirit world's air flows seemed to be materialized as they spun into

a wind. They howled as they enveloped a huge region that seemed

boundless. It was dim inside, with layers of dark clouds. Bolts of

lightning tainted with the deep gloom kept flashing, illuminating the

surrounding area like it was the apocalypse.

At that moment, Klein felt as though he had arrived in a sea that was

eternally ravaged by storms. However, he knew with certainty that this

was the spirit world.

*Indeed, it's just like what many books on mysticism mention. The power

involved with the perishing of Death has not only changed the

atmospheric weather of the sea between the Northern Continent and

Southern Continent, but it also filled it with disaster and danger. It's

how its name was derived. Furthermore, it also broke the barrier between

reality and the illusory, tainting and damaging the corresponding spirit

world and causing them to affect one another... In the Berserk Sea, if

one holds a ritual that involves the spirit world, using powers related

to the spirit world, there will be a high probability of an accident

occurring, causing unimaginable developments...* Klein reflected

poignantly as he used his eyes to verify what the books wrote.

From his point of view, if it weren't because of this, the various

countries in the Northern Continent wouldn't have waited for Emperor

Roselle to find the safe sea route before they had a chance of invading

the Southern Continent. After all, to most High-Sequence Beyonders, they

could easily traverse normal kinds of natural barriers.

Roselle's safe sea route wasn't simply geological in nature, but also

mysticism in nature!

This also meant that since the Berserk Sea and spirit world were

influencing each other and overlapped, Klein could directly use the

local sea maps to traverse the spirit world's calamities.

Recalling the content he had read before, Klein found the correct

location and entered the dark spirit world.

The howling of the gales sounded from every direction. Even the

secondary gusts of wind left a chill running deep down from Klein's soul

or spine. This made him believe that if he had traveled in a Spirit Body

state without the use of the Black Emperor card, Tyrant card, and Azik's

copper whistle to augment himself, there was quite a good chance of him

suffering a serious injury.

And if this wasn't the "safe sea route," he believed that there was a

chance his physical body couldn't withstand the black storms that were

filled with death.

Compared to the gales, the dark lightning bolts were far more dangerous.

Klein suspected that he couldn't even withstand being smote by one of

them. As for the hidden maelstrom and the wandering creatures, they were

another form of danger.

*This is a place without any material seawater. I wonder what's at the

end of the maelstrom...* Klein followed the safe sea route and

traversed the land at an adequate speed. From time to time, he would

survey his surroundings to broaden his horizons.

Suddenly, he saw a strange creature.

It was dragging a huge sickle and was situated inside a black hurricane.

As it was formed by individual skulls, it was swollen and massive.

The skulls were either grayish-white or grayish-black of varying sizes.

They were also from different species, and all of them were stacked into

one, forming its torso, limbs, and head.

Almost at the same moment that Klein saw this strange creature, it also

discovered Klein. All the skulls turned their heads in unison, producing

a grinding sound that couldn't be concealed.

The dark eye sockets were countless in number as they followed and

overlapped one another.

Klein's forehead throbbed as he used Traveling to pass through the area,

entering the next safe sea route.

And on the nearby illusory sea, bloody arms and illusory greenish-black

tentacles extended out from the sea surface.

Outside the City of Silver, a black mausoleum stood inverted over the

ground like an inverted pyramid.

At that moment, there were all kinds of dense black plants that grew out

from the cracks in the mausoleum's bricks. Even the heavy door by the

entrance was covered with them.

Colin Iliad had two swords slung across his back as he stood with two

other Elders of the six-member council. They were observing the passage

that diagonally led them deep underground.

Lovia with her silver, curly hair watched silently for a moment before

saying, "It should be possible already."

Unlike how she usually switched randomly between two mental states, this

Shepherd Elder was now staid and calm. She didn't show any signs of

abnormalities as her pale-gray eyes were deep and placid.

Colin gently nodded and took out a bottle of medicine from two different

compartments on his belt. Unscrewing the lids, he downed them.

His light-blue eyes rapidly brightened. His unwrinkled skin had blood

vessels protrude as they got tinted with silver.

Right on the heels of that, the Chief drew a sword and smeared a

silver-gray ointment across its surface.

As he took steps to prepare, another six-member council Elder, Waite

Chirmont, did something similar.

This bald man who had a tattooed symbol on his head stood nearly 2.5

meters tall. He didn't look a day over 45. But in fact, he was nearly

80. He was also a Sequence 4 Demon Hunter, a demigod that was one of the

main pillars of support for the City of Silver.

In the City of Silver, due to the lack of main ingredients, and with the

citizens being aware of the acting method and having sufficient combat

experience, they advanced from Low- to Mid-Sequences rather easily.

Sequence 6 Beyonders were the majority, but from Sequence 5 onwards, due

to the rituals required and other reasons, the number of Beyonders

drastically fell. At Sequence 4 where there was a qualitative change, an

entire generation might not even produce one.

Waite Chirmont didn't dual wield like an orthodox Demon Hunter. This

allowed him to use different ointments to produce different effects so

as to handle more complicated situations. He wielded an iron-gray

hammer, and on his back was a huge bow that was equally as massive as

his body. He was like a miniaturized giant that walked out of an oil

painting.

The bow was a mystical item, one that didn't have overly severe side

effects. In the historical records of the City of Silver, it received

its name from killing a dragon at the demigod level. Its name was:

"Dragon Slaying Bow"!

After finishing their preparations, Waite slammed his hammer in front of

him loudly, drew his bow, and slowly pulled it back.

Sizzling bolts of lightning suddenly emerged as they condensed into one,

and as it grew longer from the pull, it formed a blinding and radiant

arrow between the bowstring and the back of the bow.

Just as Waite's fingers released the bowstring, the lightning arrow shot

straight to the mausoleum's door which was overrun with human hair-like

weeds.

Silently, the heavy door appeared to have long rotten. It exploded into

pieces along with the electric bolt's explosion, revealing a deep

passageway.

This passageway shimmered with pale white lights. It extended far beyond

what one's eyes could see, giving off a creepy and cold feeling.

Colin's eyes suddenly flashed with two complex, dark green symbols, and

he reflected the mausoleum's entrance in them.

A few seconds later, he held his sword diagonally and walked into the

mausoleum. Waite slung his Dragon Slaying Bow, picked up his hammer, and

followed closely behind.

The purple-robed Lovia's expression remained the same as she followed

through the shattered door at a decent pace with her hands empty.

As they descended via sections of passageways and staircases, the three

members of the six-member council didn't show any unrest or anxiety in

the completely silent environment. They allowed their footsteps to echo

in their surroundings.

After descending one level, they suddenly saw a river before them. It

was an illusory and jet-black river.

Under the river's surface were blood-colored arms that had been skinned.

Green baby-faced veins and slippery tentacles with eyes were densely

entwined together. They kept flailing upwards in a bid to grab whatever

passed them.

The river was close to the side of the entrance. There were figures of

different heights wearing old clothes with their backs facing the three

Elders. They kept walking back and forth as though they were vexed over

the crossing of the river.

Suddenly, one of them sensed the trio approaching them. He slowly turned

his body to look at Colin, Waite, and Lovia.

It was an elder with his hair being completely white. His forehead and

the corners of his mouth were deeply wrinkled. His eyes were light blue

and hollow. His expression was numb and blank.

Colin Iliad's pupils shrank, as he recognized the man.

It was his brother, the brother that had been possessed by Amon. He had

personally ended his life!

At this moment, the other figures turned around, revealing faces that

Colin, Waite, and Lovia found extremely familiar. But they were all

abnormally numbed faces.

Lovia's expression remained unperturbed, but behind her, an illusory

knight more than five meters tall had appeared at some point in time.

This knight wore ancient silver full-body armor. Its eyes were red like

blood as they burned akin to flames.

After traversing the "safe sea route," for about ten seconds, Klein

arrived at the Berserk Sea's Poto Harbor. This place deviated from the

main sea route and didn't belong to any country. It was a free city for

pirates.

When his feet hit solid rock, he randomly produced a face, but he wasn't

in a rush to enter the port city which had buildings randomly laid out.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an iron cigar case.

While passing through the Berserk Sea's spirit world, he had sensed

Azik's copper whistle trembling slightly.

Removing the wall of spirituality, Klein opened the cigar case and took

out the ancient and exquisite copper whistle.

This copper whistle had lost its usual coldness and mildness, and it was

now burning hot. However, this anomaly was rapidly dissipating.