Chapter 46: Shark Potion

"Madmen, a group of madmen! They killed the captain, they carved strange magic circles with the captain's blood, they wore red clothes and bone masks, they are devils! Mother, I'm so scared!" the soul hugged Silas and murmured.

Silas asked a few other things but found that the soul was already muddled. Its remaining memories were few, and there was no other information.

Silas gently hugged it and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid. The great, kind-hearted Goddess will bless you. Now, return to Her embrace."

With that, Silas once again recited his self-created prayer.

"The distant bells toll from within the mists, guiding lost souls. My Lord's brilliance blooms in the abyss, shattering despair, sowing hope. The storm-like warship wanders through the mists, banishing fearsome monsters. Entrusted to my Lord's brilliance, we execute justice, eliminate prejudice, shelter the people, and illuminate the world."

"We are the followers of the Lord of Storms and Death, the One True God of the Shadowed Vale and the Abyss, Ruler of Dreams, Master of Death, Sovereign of the Mists. My Lord will guide thy soul to the farther shore, to enjoy eternal peace and tranquility amidst the evening bells."

This haphazardly concocted prayer was very effective. After he finished reciting it, the soul was already radiating a golden brilliance, departing in release.

As the golden brilliance spread, the resentment on the ship dissipated slightly.

In the distance, Anthony watched Silas stand up and walk towards the next corpse. He asked with an astonished expression, "Master, are you sure he is an apprentice who has only been a Priest for ten days? This speed of prayer and purification is even faster than those old Priests in our church!"

Jeros, holding his pipe, said calmly, "I told you, he is very talented."

After purifying the third person, Silas sat on the ground, his face deathly pale, fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His vision was filled with golden stars, and he had some tinnitus.

Jeros walked over. "Drink it!"

Silas rubbed his eyes, then first took out the Reversion Potion, carefully poured out a drop, and put it in his mouth.

This potion didn't have much taste, just a faint bitterness.

After swallowing the potion, Jeros gestured, "You can continue."

Silas then took out the blue-grey bottle of Shark Potion, took a deep breath, and drank it all in one go.

The Shark Potion had a strange aroma, an indescribable fragrance. After swallowing, there was no burning sensation; instead, it left a pleasant taste in his mouth, very comfortable.

"It seems…" Just as Silas was about to say it had no effect, he suddenly felt his head buzz, and then it instantly exploded!

Aaaah!

The intense pain made Silas scream uncontrollably. The blood vessels in his neck and jaw gradually turned greyish-black, a terrifying sight.

Anthony, beside him, seeing this, quickly placed his hands on his forehead and began a professional prayer.

Jeros squatted down, touched Silas's neck, and nodded. "His constitution is not bad. He can barely withstand it."

Meanwhile, Silas felt as if his body was being torn apart, as if countless sharks had appeared in his stomach, then ripped it open and were now rampaging through his blood vessels all over his body.

The terrifying pain made Silas suffocate; tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"Breathe, try to breathe, don't think about anything else," Jeros's voice, sometimes distant, sometimes near, came through vaguely.

Silas, as if grasping at the last straw, tried hard to obey.

He didn't know how much time had passed. When Silas felt the pain recede, he suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, he felt unprecedentedly powerful!

Although there was still considerable pain and discomfort in his body, compared to this powerful state, those pains were insignificant.

Slowly standing up, Silas felt his spiritual power enter a whole new realm.

"How long was I unconscious?" Silas asked curiously.

Jeros said casually, "40 seconds."

"Good, then I'll continue!" Silas, feeling like Superman, continued his investigation and deliverance.

However, there wasn't much progress in terms of intelligence.

An hour later, after Silas had delivered the thirteenth crew member, the information obtained was very singular.

That group of people, traveling in a small black boat, had raided the ship, plundered all valuables, and then begun to slaughter the crew on board to perform some evil ritual.

What the ritual summoned, or what it produced, was unknown. The deepest impression everyone had was of the red robes, bone skull masks, and the short knives with vicious blood grooves in their hands.

Retch, retch, retch…

After briefly summarizing the situation, Silas leaned over the side of the ship and began to vomit.

There were two main reasons for his vomiting: the horrific, inhuman sights, and the side effects of the potion.

Jeros, hearing this, said directly, "It should be the Twin Alliance from the Highlands."

"Twin Alliance?" Silas asked curiously, wiping his mouth.

Anthony explained, "The Twin Alliance is a cult organization with a relatively long history, and it's also the eighth-ranked cult organization in the world. They originated in the barren Highlands, and their main followers are Highlanders. They worship an evil god known as the Black Blood Twins. They revere blood and are accustomed to capturing people to drain their blood as an offering to their deity."

Hearing this, Silas suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Then his stomach churned again, and he turned to continue vomiting.

Roland, standing on the platform, asked with concern, "Is Silas alright?"

Jack shook his head. "I don't know. But have you noticed that, through Silas's prayers, the sinister feeling on the entire ship seems to have dissipated somewhat?"

Roland, upon hearing this, carefully sensed the atmosphere and said with surprise, "You know, you're right. It really does feel that way."

"That little Priest is purifying the resentful souls on the ship. As the resentment decreases, the sinister aura naturally diminishes," an Exorcist Nun, wearing a mask, holding dual blades, and clad in close-fitting armor, said from the side with a hint of admiration.

Roland, hearing this, asked tentatively, "Did Silas do something very remarkable?"

The nun pondered for a moment after hearing this, then nodded. "Given his current strength, it is indeed a very remarkable feat."

As the three were talking, they suddenly felt a very abnormal, sinister wind blow past.

Instantly, the goddess pendant on the nun's chest began to tremble violently.

Simultaneously, the pendants of the other nuns also trembled.

"Not good!" The nun instantly shielded Jack and Roland behind her and roared, "All police officers! Leave immediately! Quickly!"

Crack!

Just as she finished speaking, one of the ship's masts was suddenly crushed by an invisible force.

On the other side, Silas, on the ship, felt a chill run down his back. The sensor pendant on his chest was vibrating uncontrollably.

Wiping his mouth, he suddenly turned his head but saw nothing.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As a figure flew past, the priests who had just left and the seven nuns from outside all arrived here, weapons clenched, their expressions tense.