After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Chapter 100 For the Sake of Women

As dawn broke, the fog thickened.

On the Defias voyage, the merman warrior Pegara Muscle Worm Knot gripped the rudder tightly, stubbornly sailing in a certain direction through the waves.

Its eyes were bloodshot, and it kept glancing at the compass on its left, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it hadn't slept for days and was in a state of imminent death.

Because it knew that the "Galatin Sacred Ocean Ship" following behind it was tracking it.

Having successfully sailed the ship back to the banks of the Liddell River from Endedes last time, the fishman Pegara has become a very qualified "captain".

Not only can it identify the course, but it can also jump into the sea to spearfish when there is no food on the ship.

Being a fish-man, it's easy for them to find food in the ocean as long as they don't linger too long, allowing them to achieve "unlimited endurance."

Now, under the guidance of the prophet Mo Chao, it must find a way to shake off the ship behind it.

The ship that had been tracking him for more than ten days.

Unfortunately, Defias' ships were definitely not as expensive as Galatia's official fleet.

With its initial speed already significantly lower, it was impossible to escape the opponent's lock-on, whether going in a straight line or circling around.

"Marglr!!" (Red-hot!)

"Don't worry, Pegara."

The old prophet Mo Chao sat weakly to the side, comforting us, "We'll reach the end soon. Look at those human ships behind us. They clearly have cannons with divine attributes, but they're not attacking us. They're just following us. That means they don't intend to exterminate us."

In that case, when we seek refuge with the Creator, the Creator will surely govern those people well!

He clenched his fists, which were covered in toenail fungus, and said bitterly, "I have a feeling they'll die a horrible death!"

"Wow!!"

All the fishmen on the ship raised their spears and joined in the chorus.

Victory is just around the corner.

Almost all fish people believe that the human creator can solve the problem well.

the other side.

Arwen lay lazily in the rest pod, his holy sword sheath stuck in the weapon rack beside him.

If his master Thranduil saw this, he would surely reprimand him and warn him that "it is a great taboo for a hero to let the holy sword leave his hand."

But now that his master is gone, Arwen can do whatever he wants.

During those 14 days, he not only took a long vacation, but also spent his time lying down thinking about how to find Miss Katharina after arriving in Endedes and how to express his love to her.

Alwin was clearly not as daring as the Imperial general Sean.

After all, Sean is the king of mercenaries. He has done things like kidnapping nuns. He is skilled in everything from rape and abduction to disposing of bodies. At worst, he can go into hiding and develop elsewhere. As long as he has work, he can survive anywhere.

As a prospective hero, Arwin himself would never be able to escape unscathed as long as he remained connected to the Holy Kingdom of Galatia.

They would either be burned at the stake or hunted down by paladins for life, with no chance of survival.

"Ugh."

"I've been having wet dreams every day lately."

"Speaking of which..."

Why can't a hero pursue a saintess?

"I'm not a martial monk, and I don't intend to abstain from sex. I have the right to pursue a fuller figure, don't I?"

Alwin lay on the bed with his legs crossed, tossing and turning as he pondered the meaning of life.

I practiced swordsmanship and martial arts when I was a child.

After dominating the martial arts school at the age of 8, he was sent by his father to Galatin's squire association, where he started as a "sword-bearing squire" at the bottom.

For three years, I served as a "dog" to the paladins, carrying their swords. I couldn't ride a horse; I had to run on foot.

You can't carry a sword on your shoulder; you can only hold it with both hands or hug it.

There are too many rules and too many dogmas to memorize. If you forget something without careful attention, you will be punished with caning.

This led to the fact that, as I grew up, the thing I hated most was carrying a "sword" as a weapon.

Unlike those great heroes who sleep with a broken sword from morning till night, he was completely different.

"Boring and uninteresting."

"I want women, or women are what make me so addicted."

"A person who never touches women in his life will have a life more empty and void than a black hole."

"My buddy practices swordsmanship just for women."

Arwin's eyes showed suppressed emotion as he recalled how he had climbed step by step over the years, from squire to knight, from high-ranking knight to near-hero—

He has remained a virgin to this day so that he can focus wholeheartedly on practicing martial arts, learning combat skills, and accelerating his progress in order to break through the commoner class.

Now, I am 27 years old.

If we keep suppressing it, we'll be ruined.

That thing was almost out of control.

This must be resolved.

Moreover, the first time is too precious to casually spend gold coins to find a prostitute to solve the problem, otherwise it will lose its commemorative significance and make one regret it.

"If you're going to look for something, look for the best."

"The best one, in the Holy Kingdom of Galatia, I am 100% certain, is Miss Katarina."

A burning light flashed in Alwin's eyes again; he could no longer lie still.

He knew some of the "secrets" about Katarina.

That night, I went to church to receive the bishop's admonition as usual. As I was about to leave late at night, I passed by the nun's bedroom on my way to relieve myself.

Inside, one could hear soft, seductive music.

The voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song, but it was only one person speaking to themselves.

[The nun seems quite lonely.]

Arwen received this information and wanted to push open the door and barge in to ask her if she needed help relieving her pain.

However, reason prevailed over desire, and moreover—mainly because he was too cowardly to do something that would surely lead to being burned at the stake right under the bishop's nose.

Thus, a golden opportunity was missed.

"She's promiscuous."

Alwin gritted his teeth and stood up. "They need something."

Pick up the holy sword and step out of the rest cabin.

"And this need must be met by me—"

With the sea breeze blowing, I was about to roar out my ambitions to the ocean.

In the distance, at the edge of the horizon, a towering building, not marked on any nautical chart, appeared without warning.

"?"

All that could be seen was a thick sea fog.

A beam of bright yellow light, solid as a pillar, shot towards the warship where they were located.

It's dazzling, carrying the scent of "soul".

A strong aura of burning soul energy.

As if it were free, they exposed their location in the middle of the South China Sea with such energy consumption.

"What the hell is this?!"

The sound of shock and confusion came from the sailors who were steering the ship.

The captain of the boat also slowed down, somewhat bewildered by the scenery deep in the distance.

"Aru lulu laa—

One! (Wow!)

Ahead, on the ocean-going ship piloted by the fishmen, the fishmen also began to shout and get excited.

Their boats were ahead, so they could see clearly what the illuminated buildings were and the state of the coastline earlier.

On his side, his eyes were almost blinded by the light, and even with his pupil technique activated, he couldn't withstand the direct glare of this soul light.

Like the scorching heat of the sun.

"Hero of Arwen, if I'm not mistaken, that looks like a lighthouse. And—it's even taller and bigger than the one in Stardust Harbor."

o

The experienced old captain Galatin came over and gave a reminder.

"—How come there's something like this here?"

Alwin was puzzled. "I've been to Endedes, and I've been to the south coast. Apart from a huge pile of bone fragments, there wasn't a single person here, let alone a building that rises from the ground like this!"

"That makes sense, but—the most crucial question now is, should we—go back?"

The captain looked troubled. "We simply can't afford the risks posed by the unknown terrain."

"?go back?"

Alwin almost laughed in anger. "You mean, I, a dignified hero and the future pillar of the Holy Kingdom, not only failed to eradicate the forces behind the merfolk during my pursuit, but was also scared back by an unknown lighthouse upon reaching my destination, causing the mission to fail?"

The captain gave an awkward smile, unsure how to respond.

Indeed, if he really leaves, Arwen's title of "quasi-hero" will become a laughing stock.

He will become the kingdom's clown, spending the rest of his life bearing the title "worse than a fishman".

But if we don't leave.

What if there's something scary ahead?

The crew members on their ship would suffer as a result.

Nobody cares about your heroic reputation when you're a working person; all they care about is whether they get paid on time this month.

"Hero, to be honest, why don't we speed up and catch up with the fishman ship ahead, drop you off on that ship, and then head back—"

Sizzle!

The brave man draws his sword.

A thin flash of light grazed the old captain's neck.

With a hissing sound, blood spurted out.

The old captain's expression froze in disbelief, his knees trembling.

All the sailors around were stunned at that moment.

"Hero, you—"

The air was so quiet that only the sea breeze could be heard.

"See? Anyone who tries to run away will end up like him."

Alwin is no longer performing.

His face showed hostility.

"South Coast of Endedes, open it for me."

He said menacingly:

【Katarina, I'm going to have her.】

'

The sailors were terrified and trembling, and had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue sailing.

On the ship, the stench of blood filled the air, and the glowing lamps shone on the dead captain's body.

Alwin remained unmoved, walking alone to the bow of the ship and gazing at the farthest point of sight.

With a whoosh, the waves rose and fell, and the gray-black coastline gradually came into view.

Alwin opened his eyes, squinted, stared intently, and then gradually fell into a daze.

There stood a "Bone Harbor," a port comparable in size to an upgraded version of Stardust Harbor, at the landing point on the south coast.

At the port entrance stands a massive white bone gate, dozens of feet high.

The gate was forged from the pure white bones of countless dead, and was engraved with specially made necromantic runes, exuding a chilling aura of death.

On its left, at the shallow bay pier, a dozen or so bone speedboats were moored, their hulls made of tough skeletons and giant biological ribs.

It was built and quietly moored on the sea, without making a sound.

To the right front, the great lighthouse soars into the clouds, and the Soul Fire Altar glows eternally blue.

Directly in front of the center is a majestic pass.

The pass is made of a mixture of Cursed Forbidden Mountain's black rock and desert skeletons, thick and sturdy, with four watchtowers connected by stone bridges, and all the magical crossbows on top are aimed at itself.

In addition, overhead, rows upon rows of densely packed objects turned into black dots, like swarms of insects, gathering and flying towards their location—the "rain of spirit arrows" fired by the advanced skeleton archers.

"This is fucking—"

There wasn't enough time for the sailors to turn around and take cover.

Then, from beneath the boat, several Tide Hunters easily jammed the ship's engine with their steel tridents.

The Tide Shield Guardians stirred up the waves in the water, propelling the large ship even faster into the magical zone.

There is no way back, no way to retreat.

At the top of the lighthouse, a witch seemed to wave her staff, unleashing wave after wave of blizzards, mixed with fireballs from the harpies.

It felt like water was being poured down on my head.

now.

On the shore, at least a hundred undead creatures and stitched-together golems lined up, holding their gleaming enchanted weapons high, all pointing menacingly at themselves.

The prophet, Old Mecha, led his tribe around their ship. Under the protection of a human figure, he finally pulled up the exhausted hand of the warrior Pegara and roared towards them, "Garatin, I'm going to take down your god!!"

>