1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

183 Two Believers (1)

“They’re all dead…”

William slowly lifted the remains of the warship. His eyes swirled with a pale-green light as he muttered to himself.

Under Life Detection’s vision, William couldn’t find a humanoid outline with any signs of life in the wreckage of the warship. William only saw fish swimming around in panic.

This wasn’t normal.

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How long had it been? Even if they encountered a large-scale sea battle, an entire ship could not die so easily.

Along the way, William saw many floating corpses. Most of the corpses didn’t have obvious wounds. A large portion of them had their hands on their chests with pain written all over their faces.

Could it be that the Instant Death skill the phantom used on him—one that could crush a heart from a distance—was an AOE skill? And this was how the people on this entire warship died?

William gritted his teeth—an AOE Instant Death skill. There shouldn’t be such a shameless thing in this world.

But then again, if that was the case, how did these people survive?

After using a Storm spell to lift the warship wreckage out of the water, William turned his head and looked at the small raft pushed over by a few Tidal Souls and the few people trembling on it.

“Y-Your Excellency, we…”

The person on the floating raft stammered as if he wanted to say something, but William ignored him. Instead, he ordered the Tide Soul he summoned, “Keep an eye on them. If they want to escape, chop off their limbs.”

The Tidal Souls were made of liquid that emitted a faint blue light. They had the head of a shark and the body of a human. Their entire bodies were covered in scales. After hearing William’s orders, they bowed to him and watched him walk up the steps laid out by the floating nexuses to the wreckage of the floating warship.

The girl who had almost drowned was violently coughing up the water in her lungs. As her hands were firmly tied to the guardrail at the edge of the ship, snot and tears flowed down her lowered face.

Upon seeing this, mana gathered in William’s hand. He grabbed a short dagger that emitted a dark blue light from the void and gently sliced open the knot that kept the girl’s wrist in bondage before putting her down.

The moment she was placed on the ground, the girl lost her balance and fell to the ground with her hands on the sea-soaked deck. She took a few deep breaths before catching her breath.

A few seconds later, she leaned back against the railing and pushed away the wet hair covering her forehead that blocked her vision. She looked at William and asked, “Who… are you?”

After asking this question, she broke out into a fit of coughing. Her body trembled as she took out the bronze Holy Spirit holy emblem in front of her chest.

William was about to answer her, but he fell silent when he saw the holy emblem.

He recalled that the person in front of him was the girl who had stopped his summoned black dragon. The holy emblem hanging around the other party’s neck was filled with cracks, very similar to what his response terminal looked like after being overloaded.

William thought of a possibility and stopped himself from saying ‘William Kane.’ Then, he slowly said, “You can call me Ishmael.”

The girl nodded and thanked him in a very sincere tone, “Thank you, Mr. Ishmael. Thank you for saving my life.”

Then, as if she had thought of something, she immediately said, “By the way, did you see a floating raft when you came over? There’s…”

Before she could finish her question, William pointed behind her.

She looked in the direction William was pointing—the mist nearby had been blown away by the winds that lifted the wreckage of the warship. Therefore, she could see the floating raft not far below. The four of them were squatting in the middle of the floating raft with their backs to each other. They looked like prisoners waiting to be escorted to the execution ground.

“They’re all still alive. I treated one of them with relatively serious injuries.”

As William spoke, he looked at the ligature mark on the other party’s wrist and asked casually, “Did they tie you up here?”

The girl hesitated for a moment before answering, “A few of them did it… But you can’t completely blame them.”

Her tone even carried a hint of pleading.

This left William at a loss.

They tied you to a ship to be sunk into the sea, but you still think that they can’t completely be blamed?

William originally planned on asking what the other party planned to do with these people to deepen their relationship. However, after hearing the other party’s words, the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat.

He seemed to remember that in the religions of this world, there wasn’t a doctrine of offering the right face after being slapped in the left, right?

However, based on her answer, William was sure that it wasn’t this lady’s idea for the empire warship to hijack Whalebone.

“You’re going to Ava State, right?” William asked after a few seconds of silence.