I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The humanoid spiders continuously spewed out silk from above, leaving the crew with no way to avoid it.

Just as this critical moment arrived, the silk threads spat out by the humanoid spiders slowly snapped apart, the severed strands drifting like they were floating in water, swaying gently.

The behavior of the humanoid spiders above the first mate also became very strange, looking like they were caught in a strong wind, their bodies constantly shaking.

No... That wasn't wind!

That was water flow! A kind of invisible water flow!

The spiderwebs on the first mate and the others were eroded by this invisible water flow, their bodies rapidly disintegrating like sandcastles meeting the tide.

The humanoid spiders above also suffered some damage; the barbs on their chelicerae were gradually worn away, and one by one, they fell onto the deck.

— The caster was Karl!

He clearly knew 'magic.' To be precise, the sacred magic spoken of by the Eastern Territory wizards.

He was leading a group of 'Order' members in guiding the magic, and as the magic was channeled,

as the magic was channeled, the feeling of water flow in the air grew stronger and stronger, and more and more humanoid spiders fell onto the deck.

After falling onto the deck, these humanoid spiders actually became ethereal, slowly fading away like shadows.

It seemed that, from the very beginning, divine纹 (shén wén)patterns had been flickering on the deck. It was just that there were too many people on the deck, and the patterns were somewhat dim, so no one had noticed!

A humanoid spider on the deck ahead suddenly pounced over, and the first mate hurriedly brandished his longsword, but the spider's body did not ignite with holy fire, and the sword passed right through it.

Then, the humanoid spider passed through the first mate like a shadow, and then, like a shadow, gradually disappeared in the sunlight.

So, this humanoid spider had already been banished.

What the first mate had just touched was only the afterimage it had left behind in the surface world.

— "Shatter those afterimages!"

Karl shouted loudly, leading the team to charge into the horde of monsters on the deck ahead. The first mate and the surrounding people hurriedly followed.

Those monsters passed through them like bubbles, and then disappeared like shadows.

It turned out that, from the very beginning, these monsters that had stepped onto the deck had begun to become ethereal.

Just as planned, Karl had gathered all the elites over these three days and spared no expense in arranging many divine纹 (shén wén)patterns on the deck.

In the words of the Eastern Territory wizards, the two hundred-plus sacred wizards had inscribed a 'Sacred Banishing Magic Array' on the deck.

This thing wouldn't have such an effect if it were used to deal with hundreds of demons; it would be good enough to banish a few dozen demons back to the Abyss at a time.

It would require continuous casting and continuous activation of the magic array to banish all the demons back to the Abyss over a period of time.

But these 'Deep Ones' were different. As Karl had said, they were already synchronized with the deep sea of the lower planes.

They should no longer belong to this world.

The effect of the 'Sacred Banishing Magic Array' on them was almost immediate!

Some monsters were still crawling out, but the number was already very small. Karl led his men to directly scatter these scattered monsters, and no more monsters crawled up afterward.

The first mate nervously looked toward the dim corridor leading to the lower deck and saw some panicked monster figures retreating back to the deck.

He took out a compass and glanced at it, discovering that there were fewer than a hundred creatures active on the lower deck!

This was a hard-won victory!

For this victory, they had sacrificed more than five hundred people!

They had bought time for Karl and the other two hundred Three-Headed Serpent wizards to complete the Sacred Banishing Array, banishing nearly six hundred monsters in one fell swoop!

On average, each Three-Headed Serpent wizard banished three monsters!

The first mate excitedly embraced Karl. He was beside himself with excitement and vowed that after returning this time, he would accept the tonsure of the Order and become a true monk.

(PS: Missionaries have a tonsure process, which is called tonsure. This ritual began in the Middle Ages. Monks shave all their hair off, but missionaries shave the top of their heads, leaving a circle of hair. Those missionaries with bizarre hairstyles seen in movies are what they look like after tonsure).

Having fought to this extent, it could be said that they had won.

Almost none of the three hundred-plus Three-Headed Serpents had died. Those monsters were all about entangling, biting, and chanting black hymns, not killing people.

Now, the monsters were basically all gone, there was a banishing array on the deck, and the crew had all kinds of weapons in their hands.

Although there were still thirty or forty elite wizards on the other side, they couldn't be underestimated. But these three hundred-plus people, even if they couldn't defeat them, could hold the main deck by relying on the restrictions in the cabins.

Taking a step back, even if these three hundred-plus people were all useless, squatting in a few safe cabins and creating a 'Maze of the Sea God' would still be enough to hear when Lord Dagon returned.

They had a full hundred-plus people.

Moreover, most of the Three-Headed Serpent priests, the divinely favored, and many elite Nagas were among these hundred-plus people!

These four hundred-plus people were bound to win against those thirty or forty Eastern Territory wizards. Both sides had overwhelming advantages in terms of top-tier combat power and numbers.

The Three-Headed Serpent wizards cheered excitedly, and some even excitedly started playing music on the deck.

Some even started playing the piano.

Wait...

Some people looked back at the deck behind them in astonishment, discovering that a piano had appeared on it at some point.

A young 'Twilight (Black Abyss)' wizard was playing the keys with his slender hands.

Beside him were seven nuns, playing violins, violas, and flutes.

When did these guys stay here?

Seeming to sense the gazes of the crowd, the young wizard stopped his movements. He stood up apologetically and said, "Sorry, but in that kind of atmosphere just now, it would be too disappointing without the help of musicians."

Saying that, he smiled and looked at Karl and the first mate, then bowed slightly to the two of them with his hand on his chest: "So, esteemed ladies, these two sacrifices, one is the only divinely favored on the ship, and the other is a pure person with the potential of a saint... Can they satisfy you?"

Karl didn't know what this guy was talking about. He reached out and held down the first mate, telling everyone not to act rashly.

He said with a solemn expression, "Not bad, the taste is not bad."

At the same time, the first mate also said, "Not bad, the taste is not bad."

The two of them were slightly stunned. They clearly hadn't had time to speak just now. Moreover, that voice was a woman's voice!

The voice seemed to be coming from their own bodies, the tone exactly the same, almost making one suspect that it was the same person.

— "Why do you always copy what I say?"

— "Uh..."

Suddenly, Karl and the first mate covered their mouths and vomited blood. Their mouths, noses, ears, eyes... even their skin were slowly seeping blood.

At the same time, the same thing was happening to the thirty-plus strongest mainstays around them.

All kinds of voices echoed in the bodies of the crowd, as if there were thirty-plus people chatting—they were talking about food.

Whirr, whirr, whirr...

Karl and the first mate vomited uncontrollably, their pain heart-wrenching. They frantically clawed inside their mouths, and then pulled out clumps of blood-red hair!

The thirty-four crew members nearby were all experiencing the same thing, those hairs and blood continuously seeping out of their orifices.

Those hairs were pulled out of their bodies in clumps, piling up on the ground.

It turned out that these Bloodbane Warlocks had been parasitizing in the shadows of the mutated warlocks. After the shadows of the two sides came into contact during the battle, this group of Eastern Territory wizards, like devils, had silently crawled into the shadows of these people.

Karl and the others were so strong, candidates to be the future leaders of the New Three-Headed Serpent, priests of the Nine-Headed Serpent Order, and divinely favored people.

But he had been parasitized by the Bloodbane Warlocks for so long without noticing.

In the words of the Eastern Territory wizards, everything of this group of so-called Southerners came from the gods rather than themselves.

They weren't like the Eastern Territory wizards, who had walked up step by step on their own, but were forcibly elevated by the gods. Whoever was more devout and who was better at chanting scriptures was stronger—in the words of the Eastern Territory wizards, in the South, whichever priest was better at sweet-talking was more powerful.

In the South, curiosity and a spirit of research were not allowed to exist.

They knew the magic of the Eastern Territory but only knew the superficial aspects.

Karl was already a very remarkable person. He had spent a lot of time researching the magic of the Eastern Territory, enabling him to lead the team to deal with those mutants by virtue of his intelligence and theological literacy.

But it was clearly not enough.

They pulled out those hairs like madmen, and slowly, their whole person became smaller and smaller, like a ball of yarn.

When they pulled out the last strand of yarn, only a husk of skin remained. The person was also dead.

Judging from the frantic actions of Karl and the others before their deaths, their sanity was gone as soon as they pulled the hair out of their mouths.

This seemed to be an extremely terrifying black magic... Or rather, this was the typical magic of the Bloodbane Warlocks, and only they could use it.

Red Holy Spirit had once used this trick on a wizard.

This matter was very strange.

Because the former Red Holy Spirit didn't have the memories of the Bloodbane Warlocks, but she had once used this trick.

This meant that a long, long time ago, when no one had taught her, she understood this blood magic.

The timeline didn't match up. This was very unreasonable... But as Karl had said, there was a logical explanation for everything.

Roland hadn't seen the Red Holy Spirit use this move before, so he didn't pay attention to it.

The three hundred or so Three-Headed Serpents on the deck were already on the verge of collapse, completely relying on Karl and the others, their core support.

They previously thought they were bound to win, so their morale was high.

But now they realized that all their victories were just illusions.

Just now they were in heaven, but in the blink of an eye, they found themselves in hell.

In this rollercoaster-like drop, they had completely collapsed.

There were only three hundred or so people in total, and suddenly a tenth of them were gone. This tenth consisted of their leaders, chiefs, and captains...

When Karl started spitting out hair, some people had already started to break down. Now, as the Blood-Drained Wizards ate their most steadfast members right in front of them, as if eating breakfast, the Three-Headed Serpents completely lost their will to resist.

The Blood-Drained Wizards slaughtered those who resisted in their frenzy. Then, dozens of mutated wizards climbed up from below the ship.

Miss 'Windsor' did not let everyone continue the massacre, but began to offer terms of surrender.

She stirred up people's hearts like a devil.

These people had already lost their fighting spirit, and thought that as long as they surrendered, they would be treated well.

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After all, as Miss 'Windsor' said, they didn't understand navigation, they needed a group of sailors, they needed a group of living people... Two hundred or so people could barely operate this ship, so everyone would be treated well.

That's right, the East Border Wizards just didn't want to go to the farms, did they?

They just wanted to live.

When Miss Windsor suggested that if they accidentally encountered Dagma during the voyage, they would negotiate with him, everyone completely laid down their weapons.

This group of East Border Wizards were fugitives; they had no way to survive in the East Border. They could only go south.

And wasn't the best choice to join the Three-Headed Serpents?

The remaining people completely believed this woman's lies, but when they were captured, the group of mutated wizards swarmed up and tied them all to the large net on the deck.

At this time, the Three-Headed Serpents realized that the damn woman had tricked them!

Some people wanted to resist, but found themselves spitting silk!

They should have mutated long ago. From a long time ago, the songs echoing on this ship had gradually become inescapable.

—They could already hear Roland's words clearly, and even knew long ago that the sound they were hearing was 'Black Hymns' and not noise!

They could already understand!

Everyone's SAN had already become negative!

They hadn't changed before because Karl, the God-favored one, had been encouraging them, guiding them, and protecting them.

Under Karl's guidance, they anchored themselves to this world with their faith, with the god in their hearts as the anchor.

Now, their hearts had collapsed. As long as someone led them to the deep sea of ​​the lower world and let them discover that they were actually spiders, they would become spiders.

Squeak, squeak, creak, squeak, creak...

The nuns were still playing music there, and this was guidance.

Roland and the others were also squeaking and creaking, and this was also guidance.

This ship had never emitted normal music from beginning to end, and they had never said a normal word from beginning to end.

At this time, Little Roland walked up from the cabin below the deck, timidly.

When he saw that all the prisoners had been turned into that kind of thing, Little Roland's face became very ugly. He walked up to Roland and said, "Why did you turn everyone into that? How are we going to sail the ship!"

Roland didn't speak. He stretched out his hand and a flash of lightning flashed from his hand, and the straw Little Roland was reduced to ashes.

Covering his head, Roland swayed his body for a while, and then showed a look of realization.

"Oh, damn it. No wonder you have to kill everyone."

A jade hand suddenly patted Roland's body, it was Miss Windsor.

She looked solemnly at the distant mist and said, "Give me your prisoner seeds. This ship can't hold on by itself. We have to use some extraordinary means. The 'Path of Truth' in my children is incomplete. I need the prisoner seeds to let them exert their true power!"

Belinda suddenly said, "I am no match for Dagma. You deal with him, and I will preside over the ceremony!"

Windsor narrowed her eyes and looked at Belinda, saying, "Who exactly are you?"

Belinda was a little annoyed by this madwoman's question, and she said, "I should be the one asking you that!"

The two were at daggers drawn, and Roland and the nuns, including Theresa, quickly separated the two.

In the past few days, the two had had many disputes.

Roland discovered that their personalities were almost the same, and their ways of thinking were also very similar. Roland already had a vague guess about Belinda's identity.

Although this guess was outrageous, he couldn't help but suspect that Belinda was the real Countess Windsor!

If this was really the case, then what had happened in the past few days was really too absurd!

After all, the Red Holy Spirit always firmly believed that she was Windsor. Roland was probably right, this madwoman was just going crazy, she couldn't possibly be Windsor.

He didn't even know why she had Windsor's memory, but who knew what was going on with this madwoman?!

In any case, Belinda was right.

She and the Red Holy Spirit, as the only two second-tier wizards on the ship, must cooperate and then go all out to deal with 'Saint Dagma'.

Normally speaking, although these two are early-stage second-tier wizards, they are not ordinary wizards. Although their realm is lower than Saint Dagma, they are both big leaders of a force!

These two big leaders have no problem dealing with a pirate leader of the Three-Headed Serpents.

But the God-favored one is a bit special, and this matter needs to be fully prepared.

Judging from the confessions of the Three-Headed Serpent wizards charmed by Belinda, every leader of the Three-Headed Serpents is an angel of the Sea God.

Saladin is an angel, and Dagma is also an angel.

They are all 'saints'.

They are difficult to kill in the sea.

Regarding Dagma's situation, Roland had prepared a gift for him these past few days to use as a beheading.

However, Belinda's group also needed to unlock the 'bondage'. Otherwise, they would not be able to bring Dagma to the beheading line.

This bondage is the 'Blood-Drained' bondage. Their Path of Truth has problems, but if there is a 'Holy Blood Prisoner Seed', they can use the power of the Holy Blood Prisoner Seed in battle to exert the strength of a 'Holy Blood Wizard'!

After obtaining the power of the Holy Blood Prisoner Seed, not only will they be able to exert the strength of a 'Holy Blood Wizard' in the upcoming battle, but they will also slowly make up for their incomplete Path of Truth in future cultivation.

Therefore, Belinda is now taking the opportunity to ask for benefits.

To be honest, it would be troublesome for these forty or so Blood-Drained Wizards to regain their strength.

But now you can't think so much.

According to Belinda's needs, Roland took out ten dried-up large leeches—these were all prisoner seeds.

After getting these things, Belinda began to communicate with the Black Holy Blood Nuns.

After a while, the mist on the side of the big ship began to slowly stir, and then, many shadows as tall as the ship appeared in people's vision.

In just a few seconds, people's sight penetrated the mist and saw those huge shadows clearly.

Those were many huge waves!

On the waves, many wizards and Nagas were chanting.

Roland felt that the shadow of one of the Three-Headed Serpent wizards was very strange, and it actually blocked half of the sky in the distance.

In Roland's eyes, that shadow had three bodies and three heads.

It was Dagma and his Three-Headed Serpents!

A series of voices echoed in the sky.

—"Karl? Where is Karl? Respond to me! Let me hear your prayers!!

My good nephew.

My good nephew.

Damn heretics! You deserve to die, you all deserve to die!!"

In this Sea of ​​Mist, there are few ways to contact the outside world—except for prayer.

The Sea God can hear the prayers of believers.

A trace of the Sea God's great divine power seemed to descend into the body of 'Nine-Headed Serpent Saint. Dagma', making him a terrifying three-headed serpent!

In Dagma's roar, terrible hurricanes were set off on the sea, almost blowing away the surrounding mist.

Heavy rain poured down from the sky, and huge waves like mountains churned around the big ship.

The whole sky was dark!

In the great power of nature, people are so small. Even a strong second-tier wizard will feel a sense of powerlessness.

No one can fight against the Nine-Headed Serpents on this sea. Because every leader of the Three-Headed Serpents, every so-called saint, is an angel of the Sea God.

They are all indescribable sea monsters.

Unless, you also have an indescribable sea monster.

The 'Storm' was excited and trembled. Roland carefully stroked the helm like comforting a cat.

"Don't worry, don't worry... It's not the time yet, let Belinda deal with him first."

This 'madman' was actually talking to the ship!

But this was nothing more normal, after all, in this wind and waves, it was normal for the ship to tremble occasionally.