Imperial Treasure-Chapter 858 - 525: Witch Child

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The black and white face mask couldn’t conceal all his features; at least those eyes were seen by Natasha with her extraordinary vision, and even by others.

To be honest, Landis’ ice-blue eyes, and the various eye colors of people from different nations present, were not that special, but this person’s eyes.

Were gray.

Damn, is this a human?

Natasha was deep in thought, but her gaze once again fell on Sui Yi. She suddenly wanted to see what expression Sui Yi would have upon seeing this person.

The Hellhound was not far from Natasha, its body straight, expressionless, silent and still.

In the crowd, someone glanced at the Hellhound, lowered their head, their lips drawing a faint, chilly curve.

In a second, the confrontation between the two sides had a breakthrough.

Thud, thud, thud!

When the tall Corpse Person on the prow of the first warship, whose upper body was skeletal, clothed in tattered navy attire, and whose lower body was decayed yet robust, beat the war drum.

Hundreds of other warships all beat their drums.

The momentum was tremendous, like a torrential downpour!

Is this still provocation?

It’s a true challenge now!

"Damn! This is too bullying! What’s wrong with Calista! All these ships are damn antiques, they’d break at a touch, but our ships have attack systems, right!"

A noble shouted, though quite uncalm, but others felt a burning anger inside and turned to Nusser.

The latter nodded: "Yes, they do, equipped with the most advanced long-range attack equipment on ships."

Aha~ Many people had complex expressions, thinking that Xiluo, no, Florence treated the Duke’s Mansion quite well, otherwise why arrange such completeness.

This is a long-range attack ship, its value is immense.

Losar also thought of it and took a deep breath, "Then we can only attack, their ship..."

Before he could finish, someone outside suddenly shouted: "Their ships are moving!"

How did they move?

Actually, the ships didn’t move; it was the Sea Corpses that moved!

They each fashioned chain after chain around the nearby ships, hooking them onto the railings.

Very quickly, hundreds of warships were entangled together.

Chained together!

"What do they want to do?"

"It’s baffling, chaining together like this, their ships can’t move at all, how could they strike us?"

"Could it be they intend for long-range attack?"

Everyone present was very puzzled, but also vaguely uneasy, always feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

Everything in front of Natasha and the others had already exceeded the original plan; they were helpless at the moment, could only watch coldly!

Watching that person, he moved!

He indeed moved.

The people present gave him a name--Demon King.

The Demon King’s movements were light, he merely reached out a hand, placing his palm on the deck railing.

Sui Yi could see those long, slender, nearly skin-bare bone-like beautiful hands, resembling a divine hand.

The Demon King’s hand rested on the railing, but he was watching her.

Not sure if his mouth had moved, but anyway, people heard his voice.

"The waters of time flow, wood rots day by day, a person’s skin so white, the ghostly souls below the sea chant, their ship will eventually reach the other shore..."

As if that ancient poet singing, gentle and sorrowful, silently wistful, emanated from him, spreading across the entire sea, entering everyone’s eardrums, imprinted on their hearts.

And that hand, began to shine.

The material of the railing transformed, the decayed flags flew anew, the broken gaps mended entire, those faces corroded by the power of ocean age finally revealed their original appearance, even more beautiful, more powerful, more terrifying.

Such power, along with the chains, ship after ship, piece by piece.

Appearing almost like the re-arrival of the divine, laying all this upon Calista.

The skulls or Sea Corpses reborn half-alive, all raised their heads, knelt down, uttering language incomprehensible to living people, clustering and rising.

There were no tears at the corners of their eyes, yet the knight’s knives and swords at their waists began to glow, drawn out!

Achieving that booming splendor.

What is called a Demon King?

This is a Demon King, coming from Hell, extending a hand, pulling out an apocalyptic army from under the sea, soaring over this ocean!

On the ship, almost everyone felt despair.

What kind of power is this?

"God?"

The Western nobles, although most believed in Jesus, had long been corrupted by modernity within, God? Specters? Don’t be ridiculous, they would rather believe it’s the development of unique human brainwaves into special abilities.

But now?