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Chapter 789: City of the Dead
🕑 Added 2023-05-30 04:36:33 +0000 UTCThis beauty was undoubtedly deadly. Even though there was dense fog, through the afterglow of the setting sun and the light of the lava of the volcano erupting in the distance, Evan could vaguely see the bodies of the sirens hiding under the sea water.
They had three to seven legs and each pair of legs corresponded to a scary furry dog's head.
The most striking thing on the head was the big mouth with three layers of sharp teeth, dense and filled with dark death.
The parts below their waists were usually huddled in empty nests, their heads protruding from the terrible abyss, visiting the rocks for delicious food, or making a beautiful song to draw ships closer.
Because the lighthouse that had long restrained them had been extinguished, they seemed to have become a little unscrupulous, exposing their bodies.
In fact, Sirens were close relatives of Merpeople. There were many kinds of sirens, but they never appeared in the Care of Magical Creatures class. Only the seventh year Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook would cover this dark monster.
Even though Evan was prepared, the scene in front of him still looked shocking.
The sirens were very interested in the ghost ship that appeared suddenly, sending out bursts of delicate gasps, trying their best to lure the above crew down.
No man could resist the sound of their temptations, even the undead.
But Evan had no doubt that if any undead crew dared to disembark, these sirens would definitely tear them apart instantly.
Such a weird and evil scene had been repeated for thousands of years...
In the fog, Evan, as a ghostly owl, hovered over the black rock and the decaying sailboat, but not too close.
Through the fog curtain, his gaze shifted from the Sirens to the morbid-looking undead on the deck.
Then Evan soon saw one of the human wizards, the Harbinger of Doom, in exquisite blue robes that were incompatible with the undead.
The Harbinger of Doom was standing at the top of the deck, his face still hidden in the shadow of the hood.
He wasn’t looking at the sirens below, but he turned to the other side, looking at Mount Etna erupting in Sicily.
Whether the Harbinger of Doom knew about what had happened in the depths of the earth's core or not, Evan was not sure, but he went down a little bit.
The undead on board did not approach the Harbinger of Doom, but were busy with their own affairs.
It was as though they thought of this human Dark wizard as one of their kind. It was really strange that Evan didn't feel the wave of magic in him!
This Dark wizard was too weird and there were many extraordinary things about him.
Evan didn't dare to come too close to him, for fear of being discovered. He slowly flew around the ghost ship under the cover of thick fog.
A few minutes later, a huge monster stepped out of the cabin, walked to the Harbinger of Doom and said something to him.
There was a conversation between them, and then the Harbinger of Doom went down the deck and entered the cabin.
When his figure disappeared, Evan dropped slowly and landed quietly on the mast.
After years of immersion in the sea water, the wood under his feet had rotted, and the surface was covered with green plants like seaweed. They were greasy and unpleasant to step on, but under the effect of magic, they still kept their original shape.
He was in a ghostly shape now, and the dead sailors didn't notice the intruder who landed on the mast.
They were still there silently looking at the sirens on the black rock, with emotional expressions on their faces.
That was greed and desire for beauty, and just like normal humans, they were keeping in memory the scene in front of them.
The dark green and blue lights alternated, and Evan focused his attention on the undead below.
He saw the great undead, who had just talked to the Harbinger of Doom, with a certain ragged captain's hat on his head. He was about the height of a giant, his pale skin glowed green and was covered with a lot of unpleasant seaweed and shellfish.
Like the undead sailors around, from time to time, his rotten body showed white bones, and yellow maggots slowly creeping.
The most amazing thing was his face, which was also different from the other undead.
There were many tiny purple tentacles on that face, like an octopus that had shrunk countless times. The tentacles were constantly wiggling...
Evan felt a strong smell of Dark magic on this monster, just like the smell on the monster the Raven's Claw Dark wizard had turned into in the core of the earth. The Harbinger of Doom seemed to have made some modifications to it.
The undead, who appeared to be the captain, roared a few times at the crew leaning on the side of the ship, making a meaningless and frightening sound.
The crew immediately left the ship's side and got busy again. The ghost ship started to move forward.
Evan saw the black rock full of sirens receding rapidly and it was soon obscured by thick fog...
Ten seconds later, the erupting volcano, the lighthouse by the sea, and Sicily all disappeared.
In the haze, Evan saw the undead on the deck driving the ship with unimaginable agility.
At present, the ship was in a strange space, moving at a rather fast speed. It was a bit like using Apparition or a Portkey. Evan could be sure they were not in the real sea.
This was a strange magic, belonging to the realm of the undead. The fog around was getting thicker and thicker. Evan was in a trance and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, there was only unreal white around him, constantly changing.
The oppressive fog shrouded the world, and even the boat beneath him disappeared, and he was not sure whether it was still sailing.
Time passed quietly. It might be a second or a century.
The huge sailboat rocked suddenly, and Evan heard the sound of the sea waves. There seemed to be something huge coming out of the water.
The shaking was getting more and more violent… the ship was shaking … the world was trembling.
The next second, huge water pressure hit him head-on, and Evan choked on a mouthful of water. He realized that he was being pulled underwater.
He hurriedly held his breath. In the dim water, he saw a monster that was hundreds of feet long and seemed to be an octopus towing the sailboat ahead.
Countless tentacles with suckers and barbs tightly wound the ship. In the center was a red abyss full of fangs.
That was its mouth. A large amount of seawater was sucked into it, and then quickly sprayed out, forming a strong current.
With this recoil force, the monster took the sailboat to dive rapidly, with astonishing speed.
On the seabed below, an ancient city was standing there quietly.
