I don’t know if it was because of the accumulation of enough luck, Wright’s promotion seemed so stable and rapid. Almost in a few breaths after drinking the potion, the disordered spirituality was restrained.

That look of ease is even easier than that of ordinary people who drink Sequence Nine.

"Although I didn't spend time accumulating luck, I still had the luck I accumulated during the promotion ceremony, and there was no dangerous feedback on spiritual perception. I can set off."

Wright sensed his state and quickly adapted to the winner's ability. After all, the winner can be said to be the sequence with the least extraordinary ability among all five sequences, so it does not require a certain amount of exercise to be used flexibly like other sequences. Good luck has already understood how to use it during the "lucky" period, while bad luck is used to by disaster priests.

He only needs to get roughly used to the increased physical strength and spiritual growth to quickly enter the battle, which usually takes no more time.

"It's fine." Snow, who had been opening his spiritual vision, looked at Wright's stable and gentle spirituality, nodded slightly, and the three of them walked out of the tavern and headed towards the passage leading to the first deck.

The hatch here is also closed, but unlike the second floor, the hatch here is closed from the outside.

Here was a crew member's body, his hands were broken, and blood was scattered on the cabin door, sticky and bloody, and there were obvious whipping marks on his back, which was no different from the other dead people on this floor.

"It feels like these crew members locked the guests down and were killed by the people lurking above."

Serra seemed to be talking casually about her speculation, while Snow opened the door as before.

Although the valve can be turned directly this time, if possible, no one wants to touch the blood-stained handle.

The hatch door was opened with a creaking sound, revealing the deep staircase entrance, but surprisingly, there were still lights of fire below.

"It's not a fire, it should be a gas lamp." Serra made a simple observation and made a judgment, while Wright was full of winner consciousness and took the initiative to walk ahead and open the way.

After a short staircase, a somewhat messy deck was reflected in the eyes of the three. Unlike the neat three-layer deck and the orderly second-layer deck, it seemed much casual here. Apart from the cheap canteen and crew dormitory, there were only empty warehouses left.

The bodies fell on the deck in a row, and the blood stained the ground red. They were wearing all kinds of clothes, which seemed to be passengers, which formed a clear difference from the neat sailor suits that died in the second deck.

"The causes of death are also different." As an alias detective, Sera took the initiative to take on the task of post-mortem examination. She opened a corpse, skillfully lifted her clothes, and searched for the deadly wounds.

After a while, Sierra, who had roughly examined seven or eight corpses, frowned and stood up with a serious expression:

"These people died of killing each other."

"Cancer-killing each other? Mental spells?" Wright spread his spirituality a little vigilantly, and then was warned by his spirituality to avoid seeing Snow. Regarding this situation, Wright had some thoughts in his mind. After realizing the source of his sudden increase in luck, his tone became more respectful.

"I don't know, like the corpses above, all the spirits disappeared." Sera shook her blood-stained gloves with some disgust, but for rational considerations, she did not take them off immediately.

"What's going on with this ship?" Wright wanted to stomp his feet to vent his nervousness, but when he saw a layer of blood accumulated on the ground, he wisely gave up the idea.

The three of them continued to move forward stepping on the plasma that had begun to become sticky. Compared to the uniform dead people on the second deck, the way of death on this level can be said to be varied.

Some were stabbed to death by a knife, some were shot to death, some were beaten to death by blunt objects, and some were strangled to death. Sometimes, you can even see a few suicides.

Without exception, they have lost traces of spiritual bodies, their expressions are either hideous or terrified, and they seem to have been strongly stimulated before their death.

"If it weren't for the abnormalities on the ship, I would have suspected that this was the instigator." Sera looked at the crew members who were killing each other, with a hint of fear in her eyebrows. When Snow heard this, she immediately thought of the tragedy caused by Tris.

Wright walked in front without saying a word, acting as his duty to explore the way. Just as the three of them were about to reach the stern, his steps suddenly paused:

"I saw moss."

"moss!"

Serra and Snow immediately looked in the direction Wright pointed to-

It was a young man's corpse, with a terrifying and hideous expression like other corpses. However, unlike those corpses, a lot of moss has grown in his lower body. The slippery visual sense makes people want to vomit.

But Snow's attention was not on the moss, because he saw an emblem-

It is composed of lightning and symbols of storm, representing the holy emblem of the Church of Storm.

"This is a punishment person."

Snow made a statement with certainty, and then a doubt popped up in his mind—

Why didn't you see extraordinary features?

Being taken away, or...

Snow's gaze refocused on the gray-green moss, and a little bad feeling arose in his heart.

"Maybe jumping directly is a good choice." Wright seemed to think of something and muttered pessimistically. Sierra shook her head when she heard this, "This ship is forbidden to pray. If it is really possible to escape, I don't think these slaughtermen will be blocked by a hatch door."

"That's right." Wright sighed and bypassed the corpse slowly covered with moss. As he got closer and closer to the stairs to the bottom, there were more and more corpses with moss on the road, among which more than five were wearing the Holy Emblem of the Storm Church.

"who?"

Suddenly, three almost overlapping shouts came from the front. Serra shuddered and almost stepped on the corpse next to her. Wright raised his pistol at the first time, and Snow took out the night badge. The quiet and peaceful power spread along the spread of darkness, and his shadow with a mottled dark red also spread forward along the cover of darkness.

A fireball emitting the power of the sun's realm slowly rose, illuminating a section of the cabin in large quantities. The light with purification effect dispels the tranquility of the darkness, and also reflects three people facing each other.

Snow is not unfamiliar with the three passengers in front of him who seem to be on duty at any time. The one who uses the ability to illuminate the sun is the middle-aged man in blue eyes who I had seen in a casino before. The emblem he wore at this time should be the punishment of the Storm Church.

The young man standing beside him had a handsome face that barely met the new standards of Aurora's recruitment, which was Jack Snow had seen in Serra.

But what is most concerned is the man standing opposite the two men, emitting an evil aura all over his body, whose face belongs to a man who should have died—
Chapter completed!