Max Level Miscellaneous Character - CH 73

the spear flies. It pierces through all enemies that stand in its way and disappear. The body fluid, which had already changed too much to be human, soaked the floor.

Skkk!

He swung his sword. The head, which became similar to the head of the fish, flew in the air and rolled on the floor. The body that lost its head took a few more steps and fell to the floor and wriggled.

Whoops!

Flames rose from the body that had not yet stopped breathing. The flesh, which seemed sticky and moist, turns into charcoal and scatters.

While dealing with such mutated humans, Ivan glanced to the side.

‘They fight well.’

It was only natural that other colleagues were running rampant, but the crew’s performance was better than he expected. The mutated humans were fighting well, even though they were slow in action, but they were not so easy because they came at them in a strange way.

Usually, it was a merchant ship, but if there was no one around, it was common to change flags and suddenly turn into pirates. Do they have to be at this level to work as a sailor in such a place?

But again, it was odd to say it was very good. They fought well for an ordinary sailor, but it doesn’t feel like a cult group serving the tyrants of the deep sea.

It’s already been found out that it’s a cult, so it’s fine to use it if they have the power they’ve been hiding.

In fact, while sailing, Ivan looked at them several. If there was such a power, he would have already grasped it before.

They deliberately filled them with people with less power to hide that they were a cult group. So it means they’re not real, and people who might be called elite are secretly following behind.

Ivan stretched out his hand with that thought. The spears that had flown away returned one after another and were caught in his hand.

Tsar!

After wiping off the blood on the spear, he put it in my inventory.

He didn’t have to use his hand anymore. The battlefield had already been cleared up. Instead, Ivan stared intently at the sky.

“What are you looking at?”

Thomas Meyer’s voice was suddenly heard. Ivan replied slowly, turning his head to look at him.

“The movement of the stars. But it seems like this is a place where there is no day.”

At that, Thomas Meyer nodded his head. He answered as he pulled out his pocket watch and looked at it.

“Yeah, the sky hasn’t changed at all.”

“Time is fixed. It must have been like this at the time. Hundreds of years ago, something must have happened that night.”

Inside the dungeon was a world that returned to a completely different rule. It is not surprising that the sun does not rise.