The Sword Emperor Transmigrates

Chapter 243

Chapter 243 Wild Hunt was the only adventurer team classified as Rank S among the Atlantis Maritime Alliance. Among adventurers, they were widely regarded as being closer to legend than anyone else. After all, not even the renowned Aquamarine had reached Rank S in its prime.

The Golden Hind, now a true Masterpiece vessel, was as valuable as, if not more than, any treasure ship from the old ages.

The very name of Wild Hunt was born from ancient, ominous legends of a supernatural phenomenon where countless monsters raged out of control. When the title was first registered in Bermuda, most disregarded it as the folly of those who dared name themselves above their station.

However, through decades of proven exploits, Wild Hunt had silenced all mockery. What was once disregarded as pointlessly mysterious was now respected as an enigma. As such, many powerful figures of Atlantis sought a spot aboard their ship yet Drake allowed no one to join.

This time, however, was a rare exception.

“Ho...” Corbin, standing to Drake’s left in the captain’s cabin of the Golden Hind, took in his surroundings with undisguised intrigue.

Head of the Order of the Light Dragon, in charge of the intelligence division of the Cardenas family, the best knights in terms of covert operations, Corbin’s desire for knowledge was as instinctive as a dragon’s thirst for treasure. Without any special power or the Dragon Eyes to aid his sight, he mentally absorbed every detail of the ship, his grin from ear to ear.

For a ship to utilize artifacts to this extent—enigmas even the Empire had failed to unravel in its

Not content with a mere projection, Scylla had detached a piece of her own body, casting it into this world. Spending all its accumulated power in the Sixth Sea District, the Outer God tore through the fabric of dimensions, sending part of herself crashing into the ocean and raising towering waves.

Krrrng, krrrrng, krrrrng—!!!

A tsunami-like wave surged forward, shoving the Golden Hind kilometers back. Though it didn’t capsize or sustain damage—as expected of a Masterpiece vessel—the sheer presence of this Outer God left the crew paralyzed, their teeth chattering in place.

Only Corbin managed to expand his aura, invoking a peculiar defense with his unique trait that encased the Golden Hind.

Hidden Blade

Silent Traceless Infiltration Technique

Shadow Dive

In the blink of an eye, the Golden Hind’s shadows widened and stretched beneath it like a gaping pit, swiftly engulfing the entire vessel.

“Wha-?!”

“Stay still! It’s my technique!”

Stopping Drake from moving the ship reflexively, Corbin swallowed a clot of blood that had formed in his throat due to his half-exhausted aura.

Although it was only a fragment, this monstrosity’s power exceeded even that of Demigods, so in order to fully conceal the Golden Hind from Scylla, Corbin would have to go all out and risk his life.

Though Shadow Dive had proven effective against Demigod Tier beings before, its effectiveness dwindled once a creature of this level locked onto its target.

—...■■■■■.

Sure enough, Scylla’s six heads lashed at the spot where the Golden Hind had vanished. Her amusement turned to menace as her blood-red eyes now glowed with an intense gleam, glaring at its prey with a sadistic smile.

The sight sent a chill down Corbin’s spine.

Screeeech!!

As Corbin released Shadow Dive, a beam scraped past the side of the vessel, cutting through the ocean deep enough to expose the seabed below.

Was it an attack? No. It was merely a glance—a fleeting sweep of those eyes, as if spotting a mouse hiding in the grass. Had they been struck directly, the Golden Hind would have been utterly obliterated, with or without those shadows.

Having narrowly avoided a direct hit, Corbin slapped Drake on the back and shouted, “We have to retreat, now!”

“Yes, understood!”

Drake snapped out of his trance, ordering the Golden Hind to accelerate, abandoning all dignity in their desperate retreat.

—■■! ■■■■! ■■■!!

As if relishing the chase, the six-headed serpent laughed with vile glee and launched into pursuit, its elation heightened by the thrill of returning to this world.

So began the race, where everything would be determined by whether the Golden Hind could reach the other expedition force first or become Scylla’s next meal.