I don't know if it was because he had accumulated enough luck, but Wright's promotion seemed so smooth and rapid. Almost within a few breaths after drinking the potion, his chaotic spirituality had been restrained.
He looked so at ease, even more relaxed than ordinary people drinking Sequence Nine.
"Although I didn't spend time accumulating luck, I still have the luck accumulated during the promotion ceremony, and there is no dangerous feedback from my spiritual perception, so I can set off."
Wright sensed his own state and quickly adapted to the winner's abilities. In the final analysis, the winner can be said to be the sequence with the least extraordinary abilities among all the five sequences. Therefore, it does not require a certain amount of time to use it flexibly like other sequences. Good luck.
The "lucky ones" already knew how to take advantage of it during their period, while the bad luck was taken for granted by the disaster priests.
He only needs to get used to the increased physical strength and spiritual growth, and then he can quickly enter the battle, and this usually does not take more than a few days.
"It's no problem." Snow, who had always turned on his spiritual vision, looked at Wright's steady and gentle spirituality, nodded slightly, and the three of them walked out of the tavern and walked towards the passage leading to the first deck.
The hatch here is also closed, but unlike the second floor, the hatch here is closed from the outside.
Here lies the body of a crew member, his hands were cut off at the base, and the blood was scattered on the hatch. It was sticky and bloody. There were obvious marks of whipping on his back, which was no different from other dead people on this floor.
"It feels like these crew members locked the guests below, only to be killed by someone lurking above."
Sera seemed to talk about her speculation casually, while Snow directly opened the door with magic as before.
Although it is said that the valve can be turned directly this time, no one wants to touch the bloody handle if possible.
The hatch opened with a creaking sound, revealing a deep staircase, but surprisingly, little bits of firelight could still be seen below.
"It's not a fire, it's probably a gas lamp." Sierra made a simple observation before making a judgment, while Wright, full of winner's consciousness, took the initiative to lead the way.
After a short flight of stairs, the somewhat messy first deck came into view. Unlike the tidy third deck and the orderly second deck, this place seemed much more casual. Apart from the cheap canteen and the crew dormitory, there were only
Empty warehouses next.
Bodies lay scattered on the deck, with blood staining the ground red. They were wearing all kinds of clothes, and they seemed to be all passengers, which was obviously different from the neat sailor uniforms of the dead on the second deck.
"The cause of death is also different." As a detective's Keeper, Sera took the initiative to undertake the task of autopsy. She opened a corpse, skillfully opened the clothes, and searched for the fatal wound.
After a moment, Sera, who roughly inspected seven or eight corpses, stood up with a frown and said with a serious expression:
"These people died from cannibalism."
"Cannibalism? Mental spells?" Wright was wary of the spread of spirituality, and was immediately warned by the spirituality to avoid looking at Snow. Regarding this situation, Wright had some thoughts in his mind, and realized that his sudden violence
After gaining the source of luck, his tone became more respectful.
"I don't know. Just like the corpses above, all the spirits have disappeared." Sierra shook off the blood-stained gloves in disgust, but out of rational considerations, she did not take them off immediately.
"What's going on with this ship?" Wright wanted to vent his nervousness by stamping his feet, but when he saw a layer of blood on the ground, he wisely gave up the idea.
The three of them stepped on the blood that had begun to become sticky and continued to move forward. Compared with the uniform dead bodies on the second deck, the death methods on this floor were really diverse.
Some were stabbed to death with knives, some were beaten to death with guns, some were beaten to death with blunt instruments, and some were strangled to death, and occasionally even a few committed suicide.
Without exception, they have lost all traces of their spiritual bodies, their expressions are either ferocious or frightened, and they seem to have been strongly stimulated before they were alive.
"If it weren't for the abnormalities on the ship, I would suspect that this was the instigator." Sera looked at the crew members who were killing each other, with a hint of fear in her eyebrows. When Snow heard this, he immediately thought of Triss.
That tragedy.
Wright walked at the front without saying a word, fulfilling his duty of exploring the way. Just when the three of them were about to reach the stern of the ship, his steps suddenly stopped:
"I see moss."
"moss!"
Serra and Snow immediately looked in the direction Wright was pointing——
It was the corpse of a young man, with the same frightened and ferocious expression as the other corpses, but unlike those corpses, a lot of moss had grown on his lower body, and the smooth visual sensation made people want to vomit.
But Snow's attention was not on the moss, because he saw a emblem——
It is a combination of the symbols of lightning and storm, representing the Holy Emblem of the Church of Storms.
"This is a punisher."
Snow made a statement with certainty, and then a doubt appeared in his mind——
Why don’t I see extraordinary characteristics?
Was he taken away, or...
Snow's eyes refocused on the gray-green moss, and a somewhat unpleasant feeling arose in his heart.
"Maybe jumping off the ship is a good choice." Wright seemed to have thought of something, and muttered pessimistically. Sera shook her head after hearing this, "This ship is not even allowed to pray. If you can really escape,
I don't think these vicars are going to be blocked by a hatch."
"That's right." Wright sighed, avoiding the corpse that was slowly covered with moss. As he got closer and closer to the stairs to the bottom, there were more and more moss-covered corpses on the road.
There were more than five corpses bearing the Holy Emblem of the Church of Storms.
"who?"
Suddenly, three almost overlapping shouts came from the front. Sierra shuddered and almost stepped on the body next to her. Wright immediately raised his pistol, and Snow took out the Night Saint.
Hui, the quiet and peaceful power spread along the spread of darkness, and his mottled dark red shadow also spread forward along the cover of darkness.
A fireball exuding the power of the sun slowly rose, illuminating a section of the cabin. The purifying light dispelled the darkness and silence, and also illuminated the three people confronting each other.
Snow was no stranger to the three passengers in front of him who seemed to be about to start a fight at any time. The one using the sun field ability to illuminate was the blue-eyed middle-aged man he had seen in the casino before. Judging from the emblem he was wearing at this time, it should be Storm
The punisher of the church.
The young man standing next to him had a handsome face that barely met the new Aurora recruitment standards. He was the Jack that Snow had seen in Serra.
But the most concerning thing is the man standing opposite these two people, exuding an evil aura. That face belongs to a man who should be dead——
