Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2613

Chapter 2613: Two Captains

Far above, the Night Garden swayed as colossal waves crashed into its hull. The wraith armada was scattered, but remained unscathed, continuing its swift advance as the towering wall of mist devoured the world behind it.

The forward ships of the ghostly fleet were gone, though, their spectral crews eviscerated by the ruthless blade of the Reaper. Jet had sustained some wounds, but the chilling slaughter she had perpetrated effortlessly overshadowed their severity.

And, unlike how any other Awakened would, she was not growing tired. If anything, the more enemies she slayed, the more alive she looked, as if the dark splendor of the unending slaughter filled her with vitality.

There were two problems, though.

The first one was that the deeper into the wraith armada she went, the more powerful her enemies became. The last captain he had killed was definitely strong enough to have been a Great abomination, and the ship itself refused to be destroyed in just a few strikes. In the end, she had nearly taken it apart with her scythe before the spectral vessel finally succumbed.

The closer a spectral vessel was to the Dutchman in the formation of the ghostly fleet, the more sinister it seemed to be. On top of that, deeper into the armada, the ships had not been damaged by the initial bombardment of the Night Garden’s mighty cannons, so their crews were entirely unscathed when she attacked them.

The bigger problem, however, was that Jet was just one woman. No matter how powerful she was, there were too many ships in the wraith armada for her to take on alone — already, countless vessels were overtaking the area where she rampaged, sailing toward the Night Garden outside her reach.

And the Dutchman itself was drawing closer and closer.

Severing the mast of a ghostly ship and shattering its deck with a devastating strike of the flat side of the scythe, Jet paused for a moment and looked back.

’...How much longer?’

She seemed to have bought her soldiers enough time. With Jet destroying the forward ships and the tall waves slowing down the advance of the eerie fleet, they managed to reload the cannons in time.

Looking up, she saw the dark chasms of twenty-four enormous barrels staring at her from the living ship’s deck.

It was only then that Jet realized how unpleasant it was to be on the receiving end of these dark, terrifying siege weapons.

’Damnation.’

In the next moment, the cannons thundered, sending twenty-four incandescent orbs of essence-infused metal flying at the ghostly fleet with terrible speed.

It was really like a swarm of meteors was plummeting from the sky.

...The impact was not that different from a celestial calamity, either.

The spectral ships that had overtaken Jet’s area of control were erased from existence, exploding into pale flashes of eerie light. The Night Garden had received a bit more breathing room.

But it was still not enough.

Jet knew that there would be no third salvo. The ghost ships would reach her Citadel, and the ancient wraiths would board it soon — with her most powerful warriors lured away by Old Tom, the defenders of the Night Garden would inevitably sustain casualties while trying to repel the attack.

And then, the mist would swallow the world, heralding the arrival of the Dutchman.

What would happen next, Jet did not know.

Pursing her lips, she delivered the finishing blow to the mangled ghost ship and leaped to the next one. Landing on its deck, she slaughtered her way to its stern and climbed the steps there, gazing at the vast wraith armada over the vanishing phantom of the slain captain.

By then, there were already wisps of mist floating over the restless water around her.

She could see the Dutchman far better than ever before, too.

Its tall sides, the countless scars marring the battered expanse of its hull, the gaping wounds where it had been breached by untold attacks... its tattered sails, its skeletal masts, the eerie desolation of its vast deck...

And the ethereal figure standing at its bridge, shrouded in a torn cloak.

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