Night Raven Master

Chapter 251 Flesh and Flesh Ghost Ship
A real ghost ship.

All the undead on the ship have all fallen down, and the souls imprisoned in the body by necromantic spells were sucked into the hull of the ghost ship together with the body, and the hull began to shake violently.

"Yeah——"

Two hundred crow servants flapped their wings, flew up from the fallen mast and ship's side, and flew into the huge artificially created black cloud in the sky.

Crows can dodge, but shadow servants cannot dodge.

However, of the nearly 45 shadow servants with an average attribute of 150 points, except for the 400 that the undead gathered and killed, the remaining more than [-], the moment they felt the shaking of the hull, they immediately put their feet and The hand turned into a sharp spike, stabbing downwards forcefully, the shadow like a knight's spear pierced through the deck forcefully, and at the moment of penetration, it transformed again, stretched out several barbs, and fixed them on the deck .

At this time, the entire hull had turned nearly ninety degrees, and the left chord of the hull had been immersed in the water. More than 30 shadow servants had no time to fix themselves on the hull and were thrown into the water.

The moment they fell into the water, five huge tentacles appeared beside them, and the putrid tentacles with suction cups directly rolled them up.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

In an instant, twenty shadow servants were smashed to death, and the bodies shaped by the shadows collapsed and dissipated into shadows in the water.

Although it can't deal with Art's multi-layered defense, the power of this huge death octopus is more than enough to deal with these shadow servants.

However, when it crushed the shadow servants that fell into the water with its tentacles and exploded thirty shadow servants, the remaining ones had already reacted——

The shadow twisted and deformed, and countless spikes grew from the shadow servant's body. While retaining the human shape, the spikes were deformed to the maximum extent, like a thorn ball.

When the death octopus crushed them, countless large and small blood holes were left on the tentacles.

Dark blue, slightly dark green blood gushed out from the body of the death octopus and flowed into the icy sea water.

"It's useless!"

The mutilated mouth of the necromancer made a hoarse and sharp voice:
"Undead are not afraid of pain."

Moreover, the sorceress looked at the shadow servants nailed to the deck like rivets, and showed an ugly smile that was probably mocking.

"madness."

At the same time as her voice sounded, the entire ghost ship had already changed.

Corpse ghost ship.

The surface of the deck and the side of the ship were all covered with layers of flesh and blood, and the damaged deck was directly filled by the bodies of the undead.

The ghost ship, which could feel like a living thing, has now completely "lived".

At the bow of the ship, the corpse condensed into two huge eyeballs, and the rotten wooden plank under the figurehead was also split directly, forming a hideous and ugly mouth, the broken plank and the flesh and bones of the undead formed the teeth.

Spell circle - large fused undead.

Dozens of high-level necromancy spells, more than ten apocalyptic first-level necromancy spells, and necromancers made of a large number of materials were used.

The more undead used as materials, the stronger the undead that can be produced.

Although it also has great flaws, in terms of overall strength, the combat effectiveness of this huge ghost ship is no less than that of an Apocalypse Level [-] wizard.

Art had already reacted when he discovered the situation.

At the same time as the mechanized mind spell was used, the transformation ability from the Mist Raven Man was also used.

Then another skill was connected——

Subhuman Bloodline Raven Transformation lv12!
[Passive: The effect of psychic spells below lv12 is reduced by 76%.

Active: Transform into a misty giant crow. After being transformed into a crow, it is immune to psychic spells below lv12, and the effect of psychic spells above lv12 is weakened. All attributes are increased by 30%, and the effectiveness of psychic spells is increased by 30%. 】

The dark psionic energy and mental power poured out of the spiritual sea, poured into Yate's body, and gradually condensed into substance between Yate's bones, forming pieces of flesh and blood.

The bones of the head were also attached by psionic energy and mental power, and the skull continued to grow larger, forming a bird skull shape similar to a triangular cone, and the smooth and soft brain also became several times larger.

At the same time, the psionic energy and mental power reaching other parts are constantly entangled, twisted, and deformed, spreading like living creatures and forming various tissues.

Psionic and spiritual power constitute new muscles, bones, and internal organs.

The new flesh formed the skin and feathers on Yate's body.

The pain mixed with numbness gradually disappeared, and Yate also changed from a two-meter-high human figure into a huge gray-white crow nearly four meters tall, slightly larger than the largest shadow crow lord.

The erratic, smoky gray-white feathers, while glowing with dim black light, continuously released gray-white spiritual fog outwards, covering the giant crow that changed into the fog.

At the same time that Art's body transformed into a misty crow, and his body grew rapidly, a personality created by the four-fold mask manipulated the shadow with the ability of the shadow crow lord——

The spherical shell formed by the shadow is also expanding rapidly, which will completely accommodate Ater's transformed huge body.

A mind fog filled between Art and the Shadow Orb.

There was indifference in his slightly blue eyes, and his mechanized mind allowed him to completely avoid the impact of the pain during the transformation.

The next moment, another skill was used——

hat trick.

This is a skill used to position the crow in battle.

And after learning the skills of [Transformation - Crow Commander] and [Ultimate Transformation - Crow Lord], he can also use hat tricks to move positions.

In the sky, the shadow crow received the order and manipulated the shadow to create two crows.

The next moment, accompanied by space fluctuations, the two shadow-shaped crows trembled slightly and disappeared, replaced by two identical, huge gray-white crows.

"It was not disturbed."

One of the fog crows said to himself, considering the possible space interference, Yate prepared and specially created a false phantom as a target of fraud.

But the other party did not have the means to interfere with the space transfer.

It seems unnecessary.

But it's nothing, it's about stability.

Since he came to this world, he has always been a waver - in Arter's dictionary, as an adjective, if the number of left behinds is less than three, it is a wave.

But after the number of the crow's servants grew
wave?nonexistent.

It is impossible to wave again in the future.

As the saying goes, there are only three things, so he will always prepare more than three means of life-saving and escape.

And the more the merrier.

His current blue bar and blood bar can be said to be equal to unlimited, but he will not just rely on his blood bar to be unlimited, he is not afraid of [-], just in case, because the presence of these three ghost ships in person is not small In order to reduce the risk, he will be more cautious.

Later, through the vision of the crow servant, Art could see that on the ghost ship, which was already considered a giant undead, the spell shadows he created through the crow servant—those shadow servants were killed one after another.

On the deck, the shadow servants who nailed their limbs into the wooden boards due to the tilt of the hull were controlled——

Just like the method used to restrict Art just now, countless tree roots and vines grew on the flesh and blood deck, binding the shadow servants one by one. The next moment, skeleton arms stretched out from the flesh and blood deck , holding the bodies of the shadow servants——

Head, arms, calves.

The dark negative energy attached to these arms, and then pulled them in all directions.

The shadow servants wanted to defend against such attacks by deforming their limbs, but the vines that bound their bodies shone brightly.

The shadow servants are not like Art, who can forcibly break through the restrictions through the apocalyptic ability of the shadow lord. The light on the rattan prevents them from changing the shape of their limbs like before.

Their bodies were tightly restrained by rattan, and those skeleton arms made them unable to move.

Under such a situation, countless bones twisted and deformed under the flesh and blood deck, forming sharp spiral bone spurs, and then——

From bottom to top, penetrate the body of the shadow servant from below.

click -

Like glass shattering, the bodies of the shadow servants shattered, and under the forceful pull of the skeleton arm, they were directly torn into five or six pieces.

A destroyed shadow servant whose body gradually dissipates into shadows.

In just a short moment, more than 400 shadow servants were all killed.

Yate, who watched all this, was expressionless.

If it was the crow servant who died, he would still mourn for a moment, but the shadow servant——

They were originally magical creatures created temporarily, and they would dissipate after the energy was exhausted, but now it was just a little earlier.

Moreover, they were originally the cannon fodder that Yate used to test the combat power of the ghost ship.

Glancing at the other two ghost ships that started fighting with the Apocalypse-class crow sent by Yate, Yate said silently:
"Are you ready?"

"It's ready, master."

In the sea, nearly a hundred sirens that have changed from siren siren to siren siren and exist in the form of mermaids are quietly hiding in the water. Their two leaders responded to Art's inquiry.

"Activate the magic circle."

"Yes!"

Then, their hands were clasped in front of their chests, and a seductive and beautiful voice sounded:

"Come, our heroes, brave warriors."

"Please stop and listen to our singing!"

"No ship can sail past the fair island of sirens."

"Listen to our beautiful song."

"Beautiful singing brings you joy and pleasure—"

"Singing will accompany you on your safe voyage."

Unlike any human language, this is the language of a race called the Sirens.

A seductive and beautiful ballad with an eerie tune, the lyrics of a blessing, but with a dark, frightening malice.

At the same time as their voices sounded, circles of inscriptions appeared in the sea, forming a huge magic circle.

Spell Circle - Song of the Siren.

(End of this chapter)