Chapter 526: The Hijackers [Part 3]
The entire soul vessel trembled tremendously as the second hit struck it from behind, splinters of wood scattering into the nearby clouds.
"Got it!" Northern's face darkly contorted as he swung towards the distant clouds.
Chaos eyes revealed themselves for a moment, his pupils seeming to suddenly shrink as they split, making four pupils roam across his sclera.
Northern's vision entered another scope, a field of vision merging before him that even he, for an instant, found hard to process. As the vision unfolded, a flood of information poured into his head.
If there was one thing he knew from the few seconds he used the trueness of the Chaos eyes, it was that nothing remained hidden before his gaze.
The main purpose of Chaos was to unveil that which could not be seen with the naked eye. And that encompassed a broad canopy of things Northern was yet to fully realize or explore.
The effects of the Chaos eyes had, of course, severely affected his normal vision, especially after becoming a Master and having his eyes merge with the Spectra vision talent. His pupils had gained a stunning beauty, and his ordinary vision had definitely improved compared to before.
Everyone was shaken by the recent attack. The sailors and passengers, who also happened to be drifters, were all thrown into a staggering footwalk. Even Alystren needed a moment to steady himself.
But Northern was already on the move, his legs scurrying across the wooden surface of the ship, seemingly unaffected by the loss of balance.
He glanced up and, with stunning speed, slipped past the two hijackers who had just landed. As he did, their necks snapped, their heads twisted the other way around.
With his face grim, Northern grabbed the rope of the anchor and yanked it free with his strength.
The part of the ship the metallic anchor had dug into shattered as Northern pulled it loose.
He swung the anchor in the air, one Chaos eyeball moving to the corner of his eye while the other drifted to the opposite corner.
He spun and released a little force on the anchor, swinging it even further. The anchor curved across one of the attacker's necks, severing it with a gory spray of blood.
The large anchor, still rolling in the air, didn't pause before crashing into another's waist, brutally destroying his lower spine in a bloody outpour.
Northern didn't watch the result of his attack; he was more than certain he had dealt with the two hijackers darting toward him.
He grabbed another point of the rope with his hand, pulling both ends apart. The twisting coils began to uncurl, expelling dust as each tightly linked line tore away from the other.
He ripped off the anchor from the larger portion of the rope and tossed it aside without turning in that direction.
Just as one of the hijackers was about to stab a defenseless woman, the anchor buried one of its three hooks into his head, the other two viciously scraping across his face.
Blood sprayed from the top of his head like a geyser as the hijacker collapsed before the woman.
Northern twisted the rope in his arm as several more hijackers were already sliding down toward the deck. He sprinted toward the ship's rail, dragging the long rope behind him.
When he reached the rail, he stepped onto it and leaped into the clouds. The rope followed, the hijackers clinging tightly to it.
Hidden within the clouds, Northern narrowed his eyes. Simultaneously, a spark crackled beneath his boots, struggling for a beat.
Then suddenly, it ignited with a cataclysmic outburst, instantly dissipating the clouds and even the air around him, propelling him straight into the sky.
The rope curved upward as Northern flew toward the ship, red flames burning beneath his feet like soaring comets.
He plunged back onto the ship before anyone could comprehend what had just passed. As he landed on the deck, he darted toward the ship's mast and swiftly slung the rope around it, tying it securely.
Straightening up, he looked at the hijackers, who had been preparing to descend but were now frozen in shock.
Even though he was present, Northern's attention wasn't fully there. He glanced over the hijackers, then toward the direction from which he had belatedly sensed the hit.
"It's hiding perfectly in the clouds," he surmised before refocusing on the group of hijackers. Their eyes were filled with hesitation, their legs itching to move. However, they couldn't quite pinpoint why the air around them had suddenly grown dark and cold.
It felt as if a massive weight was pressing down on them, like being submerged in the depths of the ocean. They felt their fear claw at their throats, and in that instant, they all knew: moving closer to the figure before them meant death.
That realization birthed a bitter despair in their hearts. Northern, unbothered by their fear, took five steps toward the ship's wheel.
There stood the sailor, gripping the wheel with all his might, or so it seemed.
"Hey..."
Northern's hoarse voice reached him, and the sailor slowly turned, like a creaking door. His face was drenched as though caught in heavy rain, drops of sweat beading on every part of his skin, his eyes bloodshot and brimming with terror.
"Oh crap... He was close to me," Northern realized.
It seemed the man had been exposed to an enormous portion of his Void Aura. He looked pale, almost lifeless.
"I guess its effect on humans really is devastating..."
Even though Revant had also struggled when close to him, he hadn't appeared as affected as this man.
Northern sighed and politely asked, "Please, can you step away from the wheel for a while?"
The man wanted to, he really did, but his legs felt too heavy, shaking uncontrollably.
Northern suddenly heard a dripping sound and traced it down to the sailor's legs.
His eyes widened.
"Is he... peeing his pants?"
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