Warlock Apprentice

“Cap-captain Helen, what now? These things won’t let us go!” Naki said to Helen anxiously. “I think they didn’t come for our lives yet because of the tidal waves. But we don’t have long!”

“I don’t know!” Helen clenched her teeth. “Just do what you can right now, get these plants off our ship! Burn them or cut them, use anything you can find!”

They all knew that it was impossible for mortals to fight against supernatural monsters, but no one gave up hope yet.

“They got our tail mast!”

Startled by those words, Helen turned around and felt the ship shaking madly. As she watched in horror, the rear pole mast of the ship tilted to one side and slammed into the sea.

“We’re gone…” she muttered.

They knew what this meant to the ship. Their only way of getting out of here was to repair the pole mast, which… wouldn’t happen, when there was nothing other than deadly elements that surrounded them.

Erwin stepped into the middle of the sailors and tried to raise morale.

“Specter Basin?” Angor looked into the depth of the island and saw more glowing eyes returning their gazes at him. It seemed his fiery display earlier did not scare them off.

Sailor Naki suddenly called to them, “Sir, the wind has stopped!”

As soon as he said those words, a glowing white shadow rose from the island and looked at The Limpet using its hollow eyes.

Undead.

There was more than one. Soon, swarms of pale souls rose from the dark island, which appeared like gathering fireflies. While this might seem pretty when looking from a distance, those who were close could only bear with the ruinous breaths coming from the freaks as well as the malice invading their minds.

No one could make a sound at the terrible sight. Roman once told them that even wizards would avoid these merciless spirits who knew nothing other than violence and bloodshed.

Helen felt faint since they just escaped from a death trap only to jump into another.

Are we destined to die today?

“Oof. Looks like we found quite a fascinating place today.”

Helen quickly looked at Angor who just said those words. Somehow, she noticed that Angor seemed to be… excited?

“Sir, those are undead souls, or so I heard. What should we do?”

Angor jumped onto the prow of the ship and grinned. “Nice. It happens that I need souls as materials. Being undead is even better since I don’t have to worry about how to deal with them.”

He tossed the guild member he captured onto the deck. “Toby, keep an eye on this guy. I’ll handle those souls.”

Without a second thought, he took out Prelude to Rebirth from his bracelet and took aim.

Seeing their prey retaliating, the souls could not wait any longer and howled using their ear-piercing voices.

Almost everyone on the ship lost balance and fell.

But Angor wasn’t affected at all. He aimed true and took a shot at the undead group closest to his position.

The air in front of him went blurry for a second. The targeted souls turned into blue smoke and vanished in the air before they could get close.

Helen recovered from the daze and widened her eyes at what she saw.

Didn’t Mister Roman say even wizards don’t have many good ways to fend off the undead? What did Mister Padt just do? Or, is Mister Padt actually a lot stronger than Roman?

She suddenly remembered that Mister Roman used to call Angor a “loser” at the beginning of the journey.

Heh. Who’s the real loser?

The sailors cheered happily even though they were not the ones killing the monsters.

Helen glanced at Angor and was a little terrified to see him almost enjoying the fight. Also, Angor was no longer satisfied by shooting undead from afar. He had jumped off the ship and rushed into the undead swarm while holding his weapon. While eliminating the souls, he also used his spare hand to cast more fire to burn off the noxious plants.

For the next moment, the whole area was lit up by his gunfire and actual fire.