"Lower the sails!"

"Slow down!"

"Anchor!"

Accompanied by a loud shout from the sailors, a battered, patched-up giant sailboat slowly passed through the arched portal and appeared out of thin air in front of the cliff.

This arched portal turned out to be a portal, only it was temporary.

After the giant sailboat passed through, this sea water archway collapsed with a boom, once again becoming part of the Sea of Curses.

"Captain of the Cursed Throat Fleet, Captain Malagath Unosh of the Reaper’s Vessel, greets you, great God of Ghouls." A pirate limped towards the Ghoul King, bowing with a fervor that could hardly be concealed, the fervor of a devout believer meeting his True God.

This pirate’s appearance was quite terrifying, with no nose or ears left, only dark holes, and his right leg was reduced to a skeletal frame.

However, he was not a ghoul or other undead, but a human still alive.

The Ghoul King nodded with satisfaction and said, "My legendary captain, you have kept your promise and responded to my call. I shall keep my promise, protect you from the threat of death, and grant you greater strength."

As he spoke, he raised a hand, and a dark power immediately enveloped the entire giant sailboat, sinking not only into Captain Unosh’s body but also into the other crew members’ bodies.

Oh!

Everyone involuntarily let out a satisfied moan, displaying expressions of enjoyment, a kind of ultimate satisfaction that penetrated the soul and captivated them.

Even the satisfaction from a feast pales in comparison to even one percent of this satisfaction.

For Captain Unosh, receiving special attention, his injuries not only remained uncured but his body became even more withered, resembling a ghoul more. Yet his whole body was strangely filled with vigorous life force, comparable to a twenty-year-old.

"Thank you, my God, for your grace." Captain Unosh’s smile grew even more earnest, "What can I do for my God?"

"I have come to retrieve the items entrusted to your care." The Ghoul King stated the purpose of his visit.

"Please, my God!" Captain Unosh respectfully invited the Ghoul King into his captain’s quarters, opening a secret door, "The items my God entrusted are all here. Please feel free to use them as you wish. I will stand guard outside. Just call if you need anything."

"Very good!" The Ghoul King nodded satisfied, stepping into the secret space.

This secret space was very small, barely enough for the Ghoul King to hunch down and enter, inside only a few items were placed, each imbued with strong magic. If they were touched by anyone, he would immediately sense it, then destroy them entirely.

This was his secret storage, used to store some secret items he didn’t want the King of the Jackalweres to know about.

His Soulless Throne was the most challenging place to keep secrets from the King of the Jackalweres. No one knew when he might use Yenogu’s Siege to spy on everything there.

The King of the Jackalweres would never have imagined that the Ghoul King, who behaved so deferentially towards him, not only planted a wedge in his territory but also hid his own secrets here.

The Ghoul King picked up two items from among them, whispering to them.

They were respectively a black horn engraved with mazelike patterns and a trident model.

If the King of the Jackalweres were here to see these two items, he would definitely brandish a tri-headed flail to smash open the Ghoul King’s head.

Because these were two Evil Emblems, belonging to his two arch-rivals, the King of the Minotaurs Baphoment and Queen of the Succubi Micanthix.

These were not ordinary Evil Emblems, but Divine Evil Emblems infused with divine power.

This kind of Evil Emblem granted non-believers the ability to communicate with their respective True Gods, so the Ghoul King’s whispering had been immediately conveyed to their masters.

Judging by the Ghoul King’s conduct, he hadn’t possessed these two Divine Evil Emblems just one or two days, and this wasn’t the first or second time doing such a thing.

The King of the Jackalweres’ victory wasn’t necessarily his own, and it could potentially be his failure.

When necessary, the Ghoul King would prevent that outcome from happening.

This time, it was the same.

After all, the King of the Jackalweres had dispatched a great army deep into the Bone Plane for an expedition.

Whether the expedition failed or succeeded was one thing.

But if it succeeded?

If he didn’t want to retreat from the Plains of Bone or gain any of the Divine Nature Force, both would be disasters for the Ghoul King, especially the undead.

But if both of the King of the Jackalweres’ formidable rivals launched a massive attack, he would have no choice but to retreat, relying even more on the Ghoul King, and might even have to make significant concessions, such as ceding newly obtained Divine Nature Force or the ownership of the Plains of Bone.

As for whether the King of the Minotaurs Baphoment and the Queen of the Succubi Micanthix would deploy troops?

The Ghoul King wasn’t concerned at all; as long as it hindered the King of the Jackalweres’ development, they’d spare no effort in doing so.

He merely needed to draw their attention, and they would naturally send people to verify the accuracy of the information, then respond according to the situation’s development.

This was an understanding built over a thousand years; though not infallible, it consistently had surprising effects, steering events advantageously, achieving a certain balance once more.