We Agreed to Set Sail, but You Became the Ruler of the Deep Sea?

Under the dim blood moon.

Hissing steam covered the whole body of the platinum armor.

The moment he finished speaking, the jet device behind the platinum knight suddenly started, speeding up and rushing straight towards Winston's face.

His body cut through the sky, causing the air to scream shrilly.

"What an impatient little guy."

A faint mockery flashed in Winston's eyes.

The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared not far behind Carles as if teleporting, and he said at the same time.

"I specifically chose Dark Moon Night to attack. Is it because I am not confident enough in my own strength, or..."

"Are you also waiting for that fruit to ripen?"

Upon hearing these words, Carles just smiled lightly.

"When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength."

"Of course I have to choose the most favorable moment to take action to reduce the casualties of my men."

"As for the fruit in your mouth...pick it as you please, why not?"

In front of everyone, he admitted his intention very frankly, and his words were filled with confidence in his own strength.

And then, Carles roared towards Winston again.

Winston's figure also kept flashing and teleporting in the moonlight.

But the strange thing is that no matter how amazing Carles' speed is, he can't touch this man with bloody eyes.

"too slow."

"With this slow speed, do you still want to hit me?"

Under the bloody moonlight, Winston's scornful and mocking voice continued to sound.

Seeing this scene, the vampires below couldn't help but feel boosted in morale.

In a corner of the battlefield, Fei Ya couldn't help but show some worry on his face.

After all, they were both Tier 3 Secret Pathers, and the other party had the home field advantage of the Blood Moon Secret Realm.

It seems that it is still unclear who will win.

But at this time, Dulan beside him chuckled and said, "That vampire bastard is going to lose."

Fei Ya was a little confused. Judging from the current situation, it was clear that Winston had the upper hand, right?

Noticing his gaze, Duran kindly explained: "Do you know why, this time, the Federation only sent a third-level strongman, Lord Knight, to solve this incident?"

"Isn't it because there are other factions in the Federation that are dominated by vampires?"

"...Ahem, of course that is also a reason."

After Duran coughed twice, he looked at the platinum knight high up with awe and admiration.

"The more important reason is... Your Excellency is very strong! Strong enough!"

"Um?"

Fei Ya was stunned for a moment. Before he could think deeply about the meaning of these words, the battle situation at the top suddenly changed.

"I have completely seen through your little tricks."

Carles looked up at the blood moon high above and said to himself: "Using moonlight to teleport over short distances does have some merits."

"But on the other hand, as long as the moonlight is blocked, you will have nowhere to escape."

clang--

A deep sound like a bell ringing suddenly came from the chest of the platinum armor.

"Ring the bell once."

"Push the lever to activate the piston and pump!"

A huge amount of white steam, centered on Carles' body, rapidly expanded outwards, replacing the bloody moonlight.

clang--

"Ring the bell twice."

"Press the button and start the engine..."

In the sacred steam, gears, levers, pistons...many mechanical structures operate at the highest power, converging into a magnificent hymn.

clang--

"Ring the bell three times."

"Sing in unison to praise the God of Steam and Steel!"

At this moment, the bodies of Carles and Winston were all enveloped by a large piece of steam, with violent and turbulent power rushing through it, sweeping like a storm.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Winston's angry and painful roar came from the steam.

Below the castle, both the vampires and the survivors of the [Blood Hunting Society] looked at the battle in mid-air with shocked eyes.

Sometimes bloody thunder flashes in the steam.

From time to time there was the sound of steam compressing and then bursting.

Two different terrifying secret forces clashed and confronted each other in a way they couldn't understand in the hazy steam.

Just the aftermath of the battle shook everyone's minds and made them panic.

"This...is a battle between third-level mystics?"

Veteran second-level Mystics such as Alyssa and Loren saw this scene.

They also have to admit that this kind of battle that is close to the [Field] level is no longer something they can interfere with.

In less than a moment.

The two people in mid-air seemed to have fought each other hundreds of times.

With a roar, Winston's figure escaped from the diffuse steam.

There were burning scars almost everywhere on his body, and a large bloody hole opened in his abdomen.

Even though these injuries were constantly repaired under the blood moon, his temperament was far less elegant and indifferent than before.

On the other side, Carles maintained the same posture as before, with not even a trace of damage on his platinum armor.

Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance.

"You look like a clown now."

Carles chuckled and said, "Isn't it possible that your secret profession is [Acrobatic]?"

"you……"

Winston felt extremely angry and ashamed.

But what's even more shameful is that he seems to be unable to defeat this living steam armor.

At this point, there is only one way to deal with this guy!

There was a coldness in his eyes and he made weird handprints.

"Your Majesty the Scarlet Lord! In the name of me, Winston Yeager..."

As Winston opened his mouth, the vampire clan leaders below immediately responded and also began to recite ancient mantras.

"Not good! They want to banish the Platinum Knight just like they banished [Shadow of the Faceless]!"

Some survivors recognized the secret techniques used by the Vampires, and their expressions changed slightly.

"exile?"

A flash of red light flashed in Carles's goggles, and at the same time a strong warning signal came from the steam core.

He looked in the direction of Winston and was about to rush forward to interrupt the spell casting.

Suddenly, the blood moon in the sky opened its eyes!

The gaze from the Scarlet Lord fell on Carles.

"Farewell, foolish knight."

Seeing the dark cracks opening under the platinum knight's feet, Winston smiled proudly.

However, it was accompanied by the roar of the steam core.

This knight actually broke free from the pressure of the Scarlet Lord, burst out with astonishing speed, and grabbed Winston in front of him.

"Haha, come with me on the road!"

Winston was shocked and angry, but for the moment he could not break away from Carles' iron-like hands.

"Fei Ya, pick it up!"

Before being swallowed up by the dark cracks, Carles even had time to throw a special steam core towards Feiya.

Immediately, the two figures disappeared from everyone's eyes.

The vampires and survivors were stunned for a moment, and then fought hard together.

…

…

After a while, the world was spinning.

Carles and Winston regained their sense of the outside world almost at the same time.

When they saw the plain made of flesh and mud around them and the broken sky above their heads, the two of them were stunned for a moment.

"What the hell is this place?"

But soon, they saw each other not far away, and their expressions changed at the same time.

A new round of fighting began immediately, and the trash talk continued.

"Old guy, what the hell is this? If you can't beat me, you'll just use dirty tricks, right?"

"You don't want to die on your own, but you still want to take me with you!?"

"Suffer death!"

"I will fight with you!"

However, before the two of them fought for long, giants made of mud and flesh stood up one after another in the surrounding plains.

This kind of monster does not pose much of a threat to the third-level mystics, but the problem is...

They cannot be killed!

Moreover, as the scale of the battle between the two expanded, the number of flesh-and-blood giants increased rapidly, and their size also grew rapidly, quickly becoming a problem that even third-level mystics would find difficult.

In desperation, Carles and Winston had to temporarily suspend their truce and maintain a superficial alliance.

"So, what exactly is this place?"

Carles looked at Winston coldly and mocked: "Aren't you the oldest vampire in [Blood Moon Secret Realm]?"

"Don't you even know this? No way?"

Winston's expression froze, and then he said, "I'm not the oldest vampire."

"The truly powerful members of the same clan have long since left this secret realm."

"Otherwise, why do you think you, a small third-level Mystic Pathfinder, can be so arrogant?"

Carles smiled and said: "Anyway, I can beat you."

"Oh, by the way, the reason why you don't leave is because your talent is too poor and you didn't improve outside, right?"

"Or are you greedy for the power of the strongest person in this secret realm and want to hide here for the rest of your life?"

The more he spoke, the grimmer Winston's expression became.

If he hadn't been unable to defeat this steam knight, he would have fought with him long ago!

The two bickered while advancing on the flesh and blood plain.

Not long after, some towering shadows in the distance that penetrated the sky attracted their attention.

Carles was a little surprised: "What is that?"

"Could it be..."

Sensing the aura coming from those things, Winston looked thoughtful.

He thought of the old crimson tree standing in the [Red and Black] Castle.

Combined with some legends about the "Exiled Land", he vaguely guessed the truth.

However, Winston obviously did not intend to share such important information with Carles.

The two of them moved extremely fast, and in just a few breaths, they could vaguely see the true appearance of those shadows.

They are like tree roots.

On it, there are blood vessel-like veins, which are moving in a regular rhythm.

And the strange thing is that these roots that drilled out from all over the plain are growing in the same direction at this time.

Roots, thick or thin, long or short, weave and tangle in mid-air, like a large web woven by fate, giving it an indescribable sense of sacredness.

"Wait, is there a person there?"

Suddenly, Carles raised his head and said with some uncertainty.

"……Um?"

"How could there be anyone else here besides us?"

Winston retorted subconsciously.

But when he looked up, his eyes widened and his breathing almost stopped.

What a shocking scene this is.

I saw that where countless roots were entangled and clustered, the roots formed a throne-like seat.

A dark and profound figure was sitting on it.

Under His body were the roots of countless empty corpses hanging, as if they had all turned into sacrifices for this figure.

Even the blasphemous flesh and blood further down seemed to be shocked by His majesty, dormant quietly under the earth.

Above His head is a broken and messy sky.

The starlight, so far away that it cannot be traced, passed through the cracks in the sky and was pulled to fall on his body, making his temperament even more strange and deep.

Every breath.

All the roots move with Him.

In front of this scene, even third-level mystics like Winston and Carles couldn't help but feel dazed.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why can’t I update 10,000 words a day!