Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Hey, you're in already? This is where the seas are bound by souls. ”

The flame rages.

I thought you said you were fine.

What's that supposed to mean?

“What...? ”

Moss profits…….

A grim sound covers the question.

It was ringing in an unshakable fog.

Just the sound of it spreading through the fog like it's being coiled so that no one can escape.

Enough to bleed the faces of veteran sailors.

No one shook up publicly, but there were rare people who looked familiar.

“Yes, but I know the birth story. We'll just have to go through. ”

Gaaaah!

The ‘cat’ made waves through the silent sea of fog.

The waves are advantageous for the Nexmond Fleet, and the incoming ships are pushed away from the other side.

Surprisingly, however, waves do not seem to affect the incoming vessels in the fog.

They move naturally, not only in small waves, but also in fog that is hard to stutter by a dozen meters.

They interfere with each other's paths.

It is approaching at a constant interval.

Queek... Queek...

A silent sea without a single breeze. The masts move as the old sails appear from all around.

“Ghost……. ”

“Ghost… line…! ”

One thing you can see up close.

But...

Counting only a dozen of them that are supposed to be coming.

The entire range of fog is unpredictable.

How many ghost ships are there in this whole ocean?

Shhhhhhh...!

The fog shifts the sails instead of the wind.

The fog pushes away the boat instead of the silent current.

And the fog shifts between the boat and the ship.

‘The siege.’

A barrier of ghost ships approaches.

It was a distant barrier mixed with fog.

“Meow, pierce it all...! ”

“Fresh wool. Hold on. ”

You stopped her from giving orders to the giant monster.

“Yes? Why? I can get my cat to break through there. One boat per foot can be broken lightly. ”

I heard you put a Retaliation Technique on that monster's forefoot.

Possibly enough.

But...

“What if we get through here? ”

Something catches my mind.

“The Birthplace of Genuine Life will be held. Maybe Janet can get better on the way. But if it bothers you, you can just smash it all, right? I know it's a little annoying. ”

“What are the chances that the fragment... will travel to the Empire? ”

“We could go. It doesn't matter, right?”

No, I do.

Just in case the Duke crosses over.

It might be a clue.

Interrogating a ghost doesn't make it impossible for him.

Above all.

Do we really have to destroy everything? Every single one of these?

I examined the phantom ships charging straight through.

‘They are all tied up here and died. • •...

I can feel the inside of the closest ghost ship.

Obviously artificial currents.

Seas without wind.

People who starve and die of thirst on their boats all day long.

Obviously.

Dalrak....

They are walking the deck as white bones.

And the fog covered the skeleton bit by bit.

It's not enough to not scatter.

Fog that covers not only the belly, but the skeletons on it.

‘Is this... the reality of the seal?' ’

“Look. Don't you feel the concept of dead sailors? The fog is getting darker and stronger. It's a circle of virtue.”

‘It's a vicious cycle.’

It seemed like Chorong Wool was right.

I asked for Nexmond.

“Captain, about those missing vessels, how long do you think it's been? ”

“The most recent team to go east went missing 20 years ago. The news of the thin tribe has stopped, so no one will give a damn now. ”

Dalrak....

Repetitive sound.

Those skeletons who creep around in the fog are annoyed.

20 years.

The fewest of those who wander around here as ghosts are now 20 years old.

There's nothing particularly wrong with that.

Those skeletons on the phantom line just wanted to have an adventure.

I wasn't satisfied with the replica island.

I believed there might be something real, shiny in the east.

The real Advance Guards were all dried up here.

“What happens to their spells when the ship breaks? ”

Choronnowle replied.

“That, of course, will sink into the deep sea. Tied to a bone. It's the truth that keeps you from leaving your body. Forever trapped in the sea... ”

I cut off the words of the cologne.

“Burn me to your pet.

Tell him. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“Burn me and tell me to stay close to the phantom ship. ”

“You, you can't be... ”

“Captain, don't shoot. ”

“Yes? I understand. ”

Nexmond nods at you.

Beyond the island.

If you think about going to 'Eastern', you are the top sailor like Captain Nexmond.

It doesn't matter if the goal was adventure or silver coin.

Sailing skills.

So does courage.

Seagulls in their own way.

It is too bad to crush them like this and keep them captivated forever in the deep sea.

Pot!

I jumped off the boat and got on the back of a cat.

‘Big……. ’

It's more like it's on top of you.

I have an idea.

He's a little big.

No matter how big he was, even though he ran away with the Marquis and I in collaboration, I can't imagine how great he really is.

“Meow, stay calm. ”

The beast that listened well to the channeled wool was motionless when I walked over my head.

I now look at the ghost ship approaching twenty meters ahead.

Poor, pathetic skeletons crawling around in the fog.

I'm not thinking.

It is their choice to go to the real east.

With the exception of a very early voyage, it would have been well known that it was dangerous.

The veterans of the sea believe in skill and luck, but what is there to pity?

‘But... ’

It's a pity to leave and go.

You jump into the approaching ghost ship for the first time.

Daglac!

The crew of the skeleton jumped twenty meters and landed lightly without a sound of footsteps.

“Haha…. ”

The flaming smile surrounded me without falling.

“What, so you can take care of it yourself and get noticed? ”

“It's not like that. ”

Skeletons that used to be veterans get closer and closer.

Dry. Dead. Starving.

Draw your sword and narrow the perimeter to the intruder on the deck.

No pressure at all, of course.

Rather, they come closer and they see this way.

The sword that needs to swing is trembling at me.

Looks like they can't even get a proper demonstration of force.

I didn't use any other skill.

‘... As I thought. ’

I thought it would work.

“Kneel.”

Kung, Kung! Bang!

Dozens of dead kneel down, surrounded by a single word.

I search through the floating window in the air.

[Job: Death Knight (Lv.12) applies.]

[Charisma applies.]

[Veteran Deck Captain Kirkley feels an indescribable admiration, fascination, and intimidation from you, touching the Undead's ultimate.]

[You are not in control.]

[Domination conflict: none.]

[Veteran Deck Captain Kirkley pledges his allegiance to you.]

[You subjugated the veteran watchman "Bright Eyes" Rassol.]

[We subjugated the Veteran Keeper "The Onions" Oai.]

[You subjugated Shark Sakar, the veteran Raid Captain.]

[I subjugated a deckhand skeleton who forgot my name.]

[You subjugated the deckhand's skeleton.]

[Deckhand Skeleton…….]

[Engineer Skeleton…….]

[Veteran Steering Skeleton…….]

[Veteran Cook Skeleton…….]

[EXP increased by 9,531.]

[Level has increased!]

[Death Knight Lv.13 (new!)]

"This.

A much better business than I thought.

[Overwhelming presence greatly increases Tonsil Skill EXP.]

[Skill level has increased.]

[Tonsil Lv.2 — * Lv.3]

Valid in the range of 500 (new!)

It looks like there's a lot up there.

“What are you doing……. Wow. You really think you can do this? ”

The plan.

Rather, it works better than expected.

It is a bit surprising that they are not in a united state.

I wanted to have a power struggle with the Ghost Ship Captain, but none of that happened.

[Veteran crew skeleton...]

I walked to the mast with dozens of dead men sworn to obedience.

Queek...

There is only one remaining pilgrimage here, a ghost fleet flagship.

Next to the red mast.

There was a skeleton hanging from the mast, and he was motionless unlike any other skeleton.

‘I wondered why there was no captain……. ’

There's nothing you won't recognize.

The name of the Keebler, Deck Captain, Raid Captain, and Watchman was also on the status window.

But none of them were captains.

And...

The captain exercises control over the crew

Do not.

‘The shelf insurgency, is it……. ’

The last skeleton was wrapped in a mast with a red rusted chain.

Like a corpse, but without hearing or seeing anything.

The captain was held in chains like chrysalis, trying to prevent even the curse from descending.

Moreover, the iron nails remained firmly stuck so that the hands and feet that appeared out, as well as the shoulders, calves, and ankles, could not move.

A skeleton with dozens of nails in it.

He doesn't even try to move.

A picture is drawn in my head.

The thirsty and starving crew needed a scapegoat.

Those who cannot face themselves calmly need an opponent to ward off their sins. Humans want justice, and justice is always achieved by hanging someone.

Besides, sailors are basically superstitious.

If you execute a captain who has decided to sail to the cursed east, there could be winds and currents.

Hungry and thirsty for days will make you thin enough.

Of course, there's no doubt that the speculation of a ghost ship still floating around here proves wrong.

I approached the captain.

Screaming!

The sea breeze rusts and tangles, and the complicated chain is broken in one fell swoop.

I expected the chains to fall to the deck with the sound of thunder.

"Hoho?"

The chain is surrounded by a much darker fog than the others.

Seeing the chains tied to a subtle spark, the other sailors turn their backs.

“You were able to bind and watch yourself? What, like guilt or something? ”

The flames roar.

I am a captain who cannot control a ship, who has been rebelled and has not even been properly condemned to its crew.

You reach out to the poor captain.

[Use Bone Monarch Lv.3.]

It's been nailed for a long time.

The condition of the bones is a mess because they were wrapped around a chain and hung from a mast.

Woof, woof, woof! A cricket!

It took a long time.

[Correction Complete!]

['Monarch of Bones'] skill level is slightly improved.]

[Agility has increased by 12.]

[HP has increased by 8.]

[Veteran Captain ‘Watcher’ Lasdorom's Favor is increased by 15!]

Kiririk.

The captain is stumbling.

Even though it's moving to the bone, somehow, at the rusty mast,

The sound echoes.

“... you're the captain again. ”

[Captain Veteran Watcher Rasdorom thanks you.]

[… pledge allegiance to you.]

[… Recover Lost Skill.]

[Skill: Navigation Command]

[Skill: Supervisor]

[Skill: Ship]

[Evolve a new skill.]

[Returning Bearer Lv.1 (rarePlus)]

Very few people can rebel against a captain who has returned from the dead. The captain's leadership is increasing. Slightly reduce the penalty you receive in a sailing environment.

‘Successful.'

Not just the captain.

From the stats other crew members felt, it looked like a sailor who had been named quite a lot in life.

Though they seem to be a bit closer to pirates than merchants.

‘Good thing I didn't throw it away, either. ’

Gum profit…….

A ghost ship.

Under the command of 'Watcher’ Lasdorom, he slowly turns his bow. in the same direction as the tip of Nexmond.

“Wow... Impressive: Weird? ”

I saw two big circles in front of me.

“Let's go to the next boat. ”

There are still ten ghost ships floating nearby.