The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 557 Ghost Ship

The ghost ship sensed its prey had boarded and roared off into the depths of the ocean.

After boarding the ghost ship, in addition to the power of death and the power of curse, Moran also discovered traces of spatial power and another unknown energy.

However, she felt it was somewhat familiar, and after a moment's thought, she exclaimed in surprise, "Is it similar to the energy in the vortex of the Well of Heaven?"

Just as she was about to take a closer look, a strong stench of decay assaulted her nostrils: "Ugh!"

The last time it smelled this bad was back in Green City.

He quickly used his wind element to cover his mouth and nose, blocking out the stench. When he came to his senses, he was met with the bulging eyeballs of a group of swollen corpses.

They squatted on the deck, some scrubbing the dirty deck, others repairing non-existent holes, their bodies not only bearing the marks of being eaten by fish, but also appearing swollen like giants.

The only clue was their dirty clothes, which suggested they had once been crew members of this ship.

Whether they had their backs to her or were facing her, everyone turned their heads toward her.

The bulging, rotting eyeballs stared at her, a sinister smile spreading across its blank face.

Moran sighed, "That's terrible. Even after you die, you still have to work for free on the ship."

After losing the stench, Moran saw them and they looked much like the scenes from those horror movies in her mind.

In the face of absolute power, even terror becomes meaningless.

Putting aside their terrifying appearance, Moran actually felt quite sorry for them.

The ghost ship came to life; the broken parts were filled with the flesh and blood it had eaten, and the dirty parts could not be cleaned at all.

The crew members' souls are trapped in their rotting bodies, serving as mere ornaments on the ghost ship. They are not even considered undead creatures, but merely ship spirits.

To put it bluntly, they were merely slaves to this ship.

They work here diligently and frighteningly, but the ghost ship won't give them a single penny of what they "hunt," and in times of crisis, they even use them as sustenance.

"Click!" Moran pulled out his camera: "Let me take a couple of pictures first. These are rare images of a ghost ship!"

Crew members: “…”

As Moran continued filming, she noticed that the crew members were becoming increasingly agitated and blocking her camera. Helpless, she had no choice but to fake her death.

The power of death emanated from her.

"???"

The crew looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Where did such a big, annoying prey go?

Where did this annoying fellow come from?

Just as Moran thought she had fooled the crew, the fleshy ropes on the ship wrapped around her, and black slime began to seep from the deck, trying to climb onto her body.

The crew members jumped in fright and lunged at her menacingly.

It seems the fake death trick won't fool this ghost ship. Well, this ship has absolute control over everything else except her. If we don't deal with her, who will we deal with?
If sneaking into the ghost ship doesn't work, then attacking it is the only option. Besides the holy light magic of angels, what could be more effective against undead creatures than light magic?

Moran immediately cast a Light Shield spell, a thick light shield enveloping her. Not only were the crew, fleshy ropes, and black slime scorched by the light element and forced to retreat, but the deck beneath her feet also began to sizzle and smoke.

The peak-level Light Shield spell represents the pinnacle of Valen's light magic defense. Although the ghost ship is eerie, it cannot break through her defense with the abilities of the undead side.

Relying on his profound magical power, Moran transformed his instant defensive magic into a continuous one, using the light shield to walk step by step towards the cabin. The crew members on the deck were merely the lowest-ranking ship spirits; killing them would be futile.

The key is to find the "heart of the ghost ship" and remove it so that the ship and its spirit can finally rest in peace.

Besides the attacks from the ship itself and its crew, the cursed power on the ship was constantly trying to affect her.

However, before she came, she crammed on curse magic, and the curse power of the ghost ship could not overcome her control over the curse power; in fact, she even managed to break it.

This curse causes people to gradually forget their memories of land, and after seven days they will be assimilated into "crew members" and become slaves of the ghost ship.

Moran was unaffected, so he was still in the mood to slowly study the ship.

The areas burned by her light shield quickly grew granulation tissue and returned to their original state.

Moran couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder it's the legendary, eerie being somewhere between the living and the dead! Its self-healing ability is so amazing? But even if it's amazing, it can't heal indefinitely, can it?"

She couldn't resist bombarding the deck with light magic, wanting to see just how far the ship could continue to heal itself.

The direct bombardment was on a completely different level from the burn from her light shield spell; it blew through the deck in an instant.

The granulation tissue grew rapidly, repairing the holes in the deck; Moran had once again performed a magical act.

The speed at which the holes were being patched was getting slower and slower, while Moran's speed at which he was casting spells was getting faster and faster.

Slowly, the hole became too large to mend, so the crew members were bound together with ropes of flesh and blood and thrown into the hole, their corpses used to patch the breach.

Moran continued casting spells, patching the hole wider and wider, while the number of crew members dwindled.

The ghost ship's cheerful roar grew fainter and fainter until there was no crew left on deck, and then its hole was never repaired.

After Moran explored the ghost ship's self-healing limits, he went into the cabin.

Inside is a corridor with portraits of the crew hanging on both sides. As the ghost ship transformed, these portraits became images of curses targeting the mind.

Moran glanced at it and silently cast a Cleanse spell.

"That's much better."

She was admiring the portrait, which looked to be from who-knows-how-many years ago, as if nothing had happened. Halfway through the walk, the walls of the corridor and the portrait suddenly softened and twisted, pressing towards her.

Black slime also appeared on the walls and floor.

However, Moran's light shield was too powerful; no matter how much they squeezed and penetrated, they couldn't reach the hem of her clothes.

She took a step forward, and the wall was pushed open a little by the scorching heat.

They insisted that she walk through the corridor to the dining and kitchen area.

A bloated, alabaster-like mermaid wearing an apron had her fingers stuck in a pot to make soup.

Moran met her gaze, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and smiled as she handed it to her.

Moran, who had used wind magic to block out the smell, couldn't smell the soup's overpowering aroma that could only make one's appetite. She was disgusted by the way Moran was stirring the soup with her fingers. She threw a fireball at Moran, which blasted the mermaid chef and the pot of soup into pieces.

Just then, the wallpaper on the wall fell off, revealing the fleshy interior. The fleshy interior pushed outwards, revealing a "doorway" leading directly to the outside of the ship. Outside the doorway was the abandoned dock of the pearl oyster farm.

Moran remembered clearly that he had been waiting here for several hours.

"What? Are you kicking me out already? I haven't found what I'm looking for yet!"

Ghost Ship: "..."