I ask you to portray a mama's boy, but you portray a wealthy man?

Chapter 183 The deep sea under the soul-eating night
Iron Sword Lady's breathing became more and more rapid.

She forced herself to focus back on the unfinished ritual.

"In the name of a traitor, witness the goddess's response!"

She roared and then let go.

The black image was responding to her call and slowly moved until it came to her.

Her name is Callista, the Spear of Vengeance.

The Iron Sword Lady staggered back, breathing rapidly.

Kalista wears ancient armor, and her translucent skin emits a dark glow.

The fog around her billowed and moved as if alive.

With a harsh sound of metal friction, Kalista pulled out a spear from her chest—the ancient weapon that once killed her.

Then she dropped the drawn spear on the ground.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and the silence was full of profound meaning.

The Iron Sword Lady understood that the spear of revenge in front of her was inviting her to take revenge.

She also knew that she had to pay the price of her soul to fulfill the oath.

Calista stared at her quietly, her eyes full of ruthlessness.

The Iron Sword Lady picked up the spear on the ground.

"I swear, I will give my life for this revenge!"

Iron Sword Lady said in a trembling voice.

She turned the spear point toward her heart.

"I swear, I will give my blood and my soul."

She knew that if her husband were alive, he would beg her not to take this path.

But she has no choice, this is the only way to complete her revenge.

Calista was still watching her silently.

The Iron Sword Lady closed her eyes and thought of her husband lying on the ground, his body covered with sword wounds and ax marks.

She thought of the children again, and her heart was aching.

Then, her eyes became stone-hard, and her hands tightly grasped the spear.

"Please help me, help me kill him!" she pleaded, determined.

The spear was aimed at the chest and stabbed suddenly until it penetrated the beating heart.

The Iron Sword Lady fell to her knees, her eyes wide open. She tried hard to speak, but could only spit out blood.

Calista watched her death with indifference.

With the last trace of life cut off, the remnant soul of Lady Iron Sword struggled to stand up.

She lowered her head, her illusive eyes falling on the blood-soaked corpse on the ground.

Her face was expressionless, as if she was saying her final goodbyes.

An iron sword appeared in her hand.

An ethereal link appeared in front of her, exuding a faint light, connecting this new remnant soul with the spirit of revenge.

Through this bond, Lady Iron Sword seemed to see countless cold souls in a trance, singing revenge in their mouths.

Then, she seemed to see him again, the confident but not arrogant man.

At that time, he seemed to be a born leader and a born warrior!

This kind of commander is what Lady Iron Sword is willing to fight for.

The spear of vengeance rages.

The spreading bond allowed her to witness the past of this goddess. Did she also experience betrayal?
"We have the same hatred, and that drives us!"

Kalista, the Spear of Vengeance, said.

Her voice was cold and sinister.

"We will become one and embark on a road of revenge together."

The Iron Sword Lady nodded.

Then, the spirit of revenge and the remnants of the iron sword lady disappeared into the darkness.

...on a rough sea.

The sea tonight is extremely calm, like a piece of black glass, reflecting the stars in the night sky.

Silver moonlight shines on the sea, but the moon's light is gradually disappearing, as if life has been strangled.

Because the sky under the moonlight was completely shrouded in darkness at this moment, and tentacles danced wildly in the night sky, as if a vicious storm had been given life.

People have encountered this situation many times, and every time many people's souls were involved, and they are still suffering endless torture.

But this time the shadow was unprecedentedly huge and spread so far.

Everyone who lives by the sea knows this terrifying term.

Rumor has it that whenever the Soul Eating Night comes, terrifying monsters will spread from the depths of the sea and devour the souls of the living.

Although the legend of Soul-eating Night is so terrifying, people on the beach have begun to get used to its existence.

People know that these are ghosts and evil spirits born on the Shadow Island, and they will gather in groups and sweep over.

The residents of the places where the Night of Souls passes through have learned to observe signs. They even learn how to avoid the darkness of the Night of Souls, make themselves stronger and work harder, and then mourn the souls who unfortunately passed away during the Night of Souls.

There are even brave people who still dare to go out on Soul Eating Night.

The same goes for tonight.

On the calm sea, there were countless broken boards, torn cloth and fresh corpses floating.

Tudel tried not to look at them.

During the time when the shipwreck struck, he shouted hoarsely, hoping to find survivors.

But no response was received.

It seemed like he was the only one left in the world.

So Tudelei could only choose to grab a floating board and struggle to climb up to avoid the cold water.

As a veteran of making a living on the sea, he is well aware of the consequences of being immersed in sea water for a long time.

Hypothermia will quietly take away his life.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sea gently soothing him. He knew that it was just an auditory hallucination in times of despair.

The sea water was very cold, making his body stiff from the cold, so after trying hard for a long time, no one climbed up the board.

So Tudelei forced himself to kick the water constantly, using this method to speed up the blood flow and maintain body temperature.

Even though he had reached the most desperate moment, Tudelei still did not choose to give in.

What he can get to where he is today is his tenacity and his incomparable attachment to life.

"No one wants to die, and neither do I, so don't try to take my life away easily!"

Tudley muttered, his chaotic thoughts gradually clearing up.

He remembered why he ended up in this situation!
Not long ago, Tudel was driving a sailboat at full speed towards the small island on the edge of Valoran's continent, Fahlgren.

At that time they were only one step away from land.

But the next second, everything overturned.

While he was thinking about it, his vision was blurred, and Tudelie suddenly noticed if there was something floating next to him.

He looked closely and saw a familiar object.

A piece of brown paper soaked in oil.

It was part of their navigation chart.

Drawn on it was a crude old map showing trading points, routes and units of navigational distance.

There are also many familiar geographical names and the locations of their secret strongholds.

Tudelie showed a wry smile, and he fell into memories again.

They had not yet gone to sea at that time, and his deputy Baoji was a little worried about the journey.

What did you say?

"Aren't you tough enough when you get older? Old man Bogie?"

"It's okay, no shame. If you really don't dare to go, just tell me in advance so that I can arrange for someone to take your place!"

Bao Ji spat out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground: "It's not that I don't dare, I'm just worried that this trip will kill all of us!"

Tudor was fearless.

But I didn’t expect that the old pirate’s prophecy came true!
(End of this chapter)