Chapter 491: Chapter 515 Warp Transition Chapter 491: Chapter 515 Warp Transition Ultimately, the Ferryman Demon still agreed to the contract. Both parties signed their names on it, and Charon’s name also automatically appeared on the scroll. The Ferryman Demon walked to the side of the boat and gently tossed the signed scroll outward.

“What is this for?”

The Dwarf let out a puzzled exclamation, but the next second he knew the answer. A humanoid creature, naked and bound by iron chains at its hands and feet, leaped out of the Stygian River, caught the scroll still in mid-air with its mouth, and then fell back into the black waters of the river. At the same time, Lancelot received a supernatural revelation, understanding that the contract just signed had taken effect.

“Seeing this for the first time, Dwarf?” the Ferryman Demon said to Bruto in a mocking tone, “Those Bartez have even more tricks up their sleeves; you’ll know when you sign a contract selling your own soul to them.”

“I will never sign such a contract!” the Dwarf huffed, turning his head away, “Never!”

“Why such a big reaction? It’s not that bad. Souls that sign contracts usually skip the lesser demons stage and become a Thorn Demon or Beard Demon. If your soul is strong enough, or if you are favored by some powerful figure, it’s not impossible to become a High Rank Demon directly,” the Ferryman Demon shrugged indifferently, “As for the torture and torment one must undergo to transform into a Bartez… life is all about suffering, isn’t it?”

“When I die, my soul will go to the Father God’s hall…”

“Pfft, foolish worshipper,” the Ferryman Demon spat contemptuously, “If you like losing yourself, becoming part of that so-called ‘great existence,’ then be my guest. But not everyone has such ridiculous desires. Many are willing to do anything to keep their ‘self,’ becoming a Fiend isn’t a big deal at all. Young man, you’re too naive. When your soul drifts upon the Stygian River, it’ll be too late to ponder these issues.”

Having said this, the Ferryman Demon paid no further heed to the Dwarf, and produced a small bone horn from within its robes, then gently blew into it.

The sound waves, undetectable to mortal ears, silently dispersed, and Lancelot immediately felt the space around him fluctuate. Twelve sandy-colored Portals appeared out of nowhere, and from each portal, a Ferryman Demon emerged. They kept silent, apparently communicating through telepathy; moments later, they quietly dispersed to their tasks–some to manage the sails, others to clear corpses, some climbed the masts, while others stood at the stern like statues, gazing back at the river. The bone warship began to sail, manipulated by these Ferryman Demons, and picked up speed swiftly.

“With their help, this ship can move a bit faster,” Vexus said, gripping the steering wheel and giving everyone a he-he sort of smile, “We’re about to make the leap, so I suggest you all grab something, anything…”

Upon hearing this, everyone hastily grabbed onto nearby ropes or masts, while all the Ferryman Demons suddenly began to chant in unison in a language that Lancelot had heard but could not understand–Infernal. They recited some lengthy Spell, and as the chanting progressed, the skeleton ship they stood upon began to shake violently and, at the peak of the chant, surged upward into the sky.

The surrounding environment rapidly lost color, and the world turned into a surreal ocean comprised of silver points and lines. His companions became semi-transparent shadows, like disembodied souls, and from between their shoulder blades a silver line about a foot long extended, resembling kites flying through the air.

“Welcome to the Stellar Realm, a convenient but not so safe way to travel,” Vexus, now also a shadow, communicated telepathically, “However, we’re just making a short trip within the plane, so it shouldn’t be too problematic. It’ll only take a few seconds to arrive at our destination. Yes, you’re all in a state of astral projection now. All of our bodies, as well as that bony warship, are still back where we were, but the moment we return to the Abyssal Plane, all the excess will teleport over with us… Wait a second, Sir, what’s going on with you?”

Lancelot had the same question. He was examining his own hands–they were still of flesh and blood. Yes, he had felt a particular pulling force, but after his Foundation Establishment, his soul’s state had changed somewhat. To describe it in an inaccurate way, it had ‘grown’ together with his body. That pulling force had not only drawn his soul into the Stellar Realm but had also pulled along his physical body.

Before he had a chance to reply, everyone suddenly plunged ‘downwards’, and upon leaping over an invisible boundary, instantly regained their physical forms. The battleship smacked heavily onto the surface of the water, lifting huge waves–blood-red waves, and the iconic Skeleton Tower on the horizon signified a simple fact: they had arrived at their destination, Lake Meyne at the edge of the Great Abyss.

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“I’m a little bit special,” Lancelot spread his hands, “and I myself am not sure why.”

Vexus did not press any further because it was well aware that such a question would never receive an honest answer. It focused on steering the helm, directing the massive warship towards a dock on the edge of Blood Lake.

Lancelot recognized that dock; they had previously embarked from there on a ferry to Mogrondale, and at this moment, the Ferryman Demons who were waiting for business on the dock were stunned by the sudden appearance of this colossal entity. The helming Vexus straightened its formerly hunched back, and Lancelot could easily sense a feeling of pride emanating from it.

The Bone Warship unceremoniously entered the not-so-spacious berth, squeezing several small boats of the Ferryman Demons aside. One by one, his companions walked down from the deck onto land, while Vexus went to the side of the ship to say their farewells.

“It was a pleasure to have shared this wonderful journey with you,” the Ferryman Demon called out from a conspicuous position, ensuring everyone on the dock could see him, “Despite some complications, overall, it was quite enjoyable, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I sure had a lot of fun,” the Dwarf had already put the unpleasantness behind him, “If every boat trip let me get some exercise, it would be fantastic.”

“I prefer a journey without too many surprises,” the Elf habitually disagreed with the Dwarf’s view, “Even if fighting is required, it’s best done with ample preparation.”

“At least it was much faster than we anticipated,” Lancelot nodded to Vexus, “Thank you for your service.”

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“My pleasure, Sir,” the Ferryman Demon’s face twisted into a hideous smile, “Then, this is where we part ways. I wish you all a smooth journey ahead…”

“Thank you. But aren’t you forgetting something you owe me?”

“What?”

“A way to summon you when we need a boat in the future,” Lancelot folded his arms, “If I hadn’t mentioned it, were you planning to pretend this never happened?”

“Ah ha! How could that be? I was just about to give it to you…” Vexus pulled out the bony horn it had used earlier to summon its companions, “No matter what waters you’re in, just blow this horn, and the ‘White Bone Duke’ will come at your call. The ship is mine now, so I have the right to name it… Sounds good, doesn’t it?”