Black sail

Chapter 685 LXV. So powerful that no one in the world dares to claim the title of Emperor.

In the Continental Martial Arts Tournament, many contestants know when to quit while they're ahead and don't participate in the bloody fourth round because the chances of encountering the ultimate monster are very high.

Kunlan thought he would be eliminated if he went up to the round of 16, but he never expected that his former employer's former employee would actually make it to the final.

Quinlan knew that Sallet was very capable, otherwise Dolinger would not have entrusted him with the tower that he guarded more closely than his own life, but he did not expect him to be this capable.

Death participated in the bloody fourth round, but was ordered to withdraw from the competition by a high-ranking official in the royal court, and then disappeared.

"So from now on, I'll be a military wife?"

The sorceress wearing a leather collar, biting on a straw of her cold drink, gazed at Kunlan with tender affection, forcibly turning his head to prevent him from looking at the fairy girls on the stage.

Kunlan is the type to quit while he's ahead. After making it into the top 100, he chose to withdraw from the competition. The current explanation is that he's a reserve officer, and the procedures are still being processed. After the martial arts competition ends, he will study at the officer academy for a period of time. Because he is familiar with the sea area, he can get the rank of naval lieutenant commander.

"If you're from the navy, you'd better not follow me. I reckon you won't be going ashore much in the future."

Kunlan also has the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon, with white hair and golden eyes.

There were two reasons for Dowlinger's transformation at the beginning of the year, but Quinlan also knew one of them: that he had begun to secretly build shipyards on the narrow coastlines of various countries, although it is no longer a secret.

And it is not a shipyard that produces sailboats.

Magic energy industry cannot be popularized. Dorringe only managed to build one Poseidon ship with the help of the Mountain Giants, and it took more than ten years to build one. Its strategic value was also quite limited, and it only served as a near-shore defense and deterrent.

Using magic crystals as an energy source for shipbuilding, Alan couldn't afford to fail. However, the emergence of cheap industrial energy completely changed the situation.

The Emperor conquered the Western Sea, the land of the Forsaken Oath, from a great distance, and completely conquered the race of giants. This was not just about one or two, but the entire giant race.

Ironclad warships will be mass-produced, which is why Dorringer urgently needed to transform and made a drastic decision, giving Lister an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

But it also signifies the beginning of a new era, with the navy's status rising accordingly.

"You're an officer now, is it really that hard to get some special privileges and hire an internal affairs assistant?"

The sorceress didn't take it seriously.

As one of the top 100 contestants, I'm definitely worth watching today.

Compared to swordsmanship, Quinlan is more proud of his professional qualities as a demon hunter, his mastery of signs, and his ability to track and hunt down the weaknesses of various demons.

Although I left the Weaving Society a long time ago, I haven't forgotten what's etched in my soul.

"Can you sense it...? There's the aura of demons."

Kunlan subconsciously issued a warning; the aura here wasn't a smell, but rather a sixth sense-like intuition, scanning his surroundings.

However, the martial arts event was packed with people, and thanks to the organizers' oxygenation, they had long since lost track of what the world was like.

"It must be an illusion. How could it be? There are so many people here, and you can sense it. It's probably some kind of demon lord who has descended."

The sorceress thought Quinlan was just making up topics to brush her off.

"No! I'm serious!"

Quinlan had never been so serious before; in fact, he could say that he had never felt such a terrifying aura in his entire witcher career.

He is a very high-level demon hunter who has had extensive contact with demons and possesses "spiritual vision" that far surpasses that of ordinary people and demon hunters.

He took out the badge he carried with him, but the badge did not react. It was because the being's rank was too high, and mortal methods were no longer effective.

The so-called Demon Lord is different from ordinary demons and all creatures in the Annihilation Realm. He is a favored relative of the Demon God himself and possesses terrifying power to bestow blessings.

"Excuse me...excuse me."

Quinlan followed the place with the strongest premonition, pushing aside one person after another in the audience, completely abandoning the sorceress.

"I...got dumped?"

The sorceress's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief that Kunlan would do something so despicable. Couldn't he have come up with a better excuse?

The atmosphere on the suspended stage was electric, with one show after another. The beauties in all sorts of styles and outfits were all unique, with no two of them having the same look or personality. It was so captivating to watch.

After navigating the circular tiered seating area for nearly ten minutes, Quinlan finally arrived at the source of that incredibly evil aura.

It was just a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, dressed in an extremely simple shirt, vest, and silver-black striped straight-leg trousers. He seemed to have been traveling without changing his clothes, looking dusty and his boots were covered in grime. This was how he appeared to ordinary people, because they either didn't have "spiritual vision" or their "spiritual vision" was too low, while this being's rank was extremely high.

Kunlan can be said to be among the people with the highest "spiritual vision" in the Western Continent. It has nothing to do with personal strength. Only those who frequently deal with evil spirits and enter various polluted areas will have increasingly higher spiritual vision.

This is not a good thing; on the contrary, it is a negative outcome, allowing people to see crazy and terrifying things.

In Kunlan's eyes.

Those symbols would crawl, would burrow into his eyes, countless distorted shadows formed from the condensation of pain. The ground beneath his feet was seeping blood, not spreading like water stains, but a thick film of blood convulsing and bulging like cartilage, spurting out.

The gaze seemed to pass through some kind of passage, directly reaching the realm of annihilation, concerning all the suffering of masochism and reproductive desire.

Kunlan forced himself to calm down and activated the magic seal to lower his senses, only then was he able to see the true image from the hazy projection of the abyss.

Micah rested his hands on the railing at the edge of the steps, his hat tilted to one side, his eyes glancing at the woman on the stage, waiting for that person to appear.

The Society of Fate Weavers made Kunlan uncomfortable; in various missions, people themselves often gave a clearer understanding of what it means to be a demon.

What disgusted him was not all the naked evil in the world, but the beautiful masks worn to embellish it.

Despite being pessimistic about everything, when faced with something truly terrifying, one still has to... fight against the darkness.

What is the purpose of a demon of this level appearing at the Continental Martial Arts Tournament? Is it to investigate the power of this world?

Although they have defected from the organization, the Society of Fate Weavers is still the most powerful organization that Quinlan can think of to deal with these dark forces, and this message must be conveyed back to the Society.

"Next up is..."

The beloved star of the continent, the genius young musician admired by all, Qili.

They brought us the theme song for the 16th Continental Martial Arts Tournament, "The Road to Kingship."

Their status is immediately apparent.

It represents the absolute center position.

The crowd in the stands went completely crazy; not to mention the men, even straight women were desperate because they didn't have any.

Micah also stood up straight.

As soon as the host finished speaking, the main lights in the entire venue dimmed, plunging the venue into darkness. Then, the beam of light from the top suddenly narrowed and focused on the light and shadow curtain in the center of the stage. The curtain slowly parted from the middle to both sides, and a beam of cool-toned spotlight pierced through the gap and fell on the woman.

The black and gold classic backless gown, seemingly gilded by time, swept lightly across the ground with each step, its embellished fluorescent rhinestones refracting starlight.

The accompanying string ensemble suddenly switched to a grand symphony, and she stepped on the accented notes with every step.

As the song began...

All concrete forms recede into the background, leaving only the tides leading to the illusory realm overflowing the venue.

The clamor and shouts from the audience were hollow echoes, crashing into the magnificent theater and shattering into pieces that no one could pick up.

Micah remained expressionless.

He knew that no ending leads to absolute perfection.

But that name is no longer a mere symbol, but a vibrant person. The sound of petals bursting open is louder than a cannon salute, and even the silence of death is torn to pieces by this vigorous vitality, piecing together new growth.

Micah simply smiled calmly. The countless fantasies he had had on the Fumak Revenge were actually beautiful enough to fulfill all his terrifying expectations.

no doubt.

The Undead need to rekindle the fire, and the Faded Ones need to restore the Golden Law.

This is the true ending, the final boss.

A bard among bards, the outermost ...

Wild animals need dens, pilgrims need roads, and the dead need coffins.

Immortal Emperor!

The dark unrest needs to be quelled!
(End of this chapter)