186. Naglfar -2 (Part One)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

The battleship of the dead, Naglfar.

It was now setting off on its maiden voyage, but not out on the ocean, but on land. More specifically, within the city of Chaves, currently submerged in holy water!

-Fuu-wuu... Fuu-wuu...-

Many skeletons below deck were rowing the oars as whitish breath gushed out from their bony jaws. The mummies clinging to the ropes connected to the sails cackled ominously as they were pulled up.

The worn-down, shabby fabric making up the sails flapped grandly in the air as the great ship forged ahead. All the buildings in its way were mercilessly destroyed and leveled to the ground.

-Now, sing! Sing the melodies exalting his greatness!- Mikael roared out, and at his command, the holy undead began howling and screeching out to 'sing' a bizarre tune that no one living could possibly understand.

It was at that moment that Allen set foot on the ship's deck, now teeming with activity.