Chapter 117 The obsessive-compulsive disorder is too severe!

"I foresaw our meeting, but it was ten years later."

In this land of wind and snow, the fog completely seals it off.

The tall skeletal warhorse knelt on the ground, the soul fire within its skull seemingly watching the Nameless and Riverst not far away.

The two then sat down cross-legged and chatted about everything that had happened.

"Ten years from now?" Riverst asked.

The nameless man nodded: "I stole the witch's prophecy and obtained the Silver Crown and some of the crown holder's prophecies."

"At least in one story I've read, you, King of Ghosts, will meet me ten years from now."

King of the Ghosts... This new title is indeed quite good. Riverst looked at his palm, which was almost completely transparent.

Seemingly influenced by the ghostly behemoth, he was gradually assimilated by this maritime calamity, though there seemed to be no obvious negative impact.

The witch Igor said that in his ghost form he could live a very long time, even immortality!

“Rivist, I smell the Black Crown on you. Have you already fought him?”

When asked by the nameless man, Reeves nodded and said that he killed the man very easily.

"Ha, you'll be fighting him many times in the future, so be prepared." Nameless stretched out his bone claw and caught a snowflake falling from the sky.

“I am establishing a council, gathering monarchs from all worlds. In the future, we will surely be able to break the curse from the Black Crown.”

"Witches are not our salvation; we must rely on our own strength to move towards the future."

"You arrived here ahead of time, in the Soul Abyss I opened in various worlds, to meet me. This is not the story I saw before, and I cannot be certain of your exact ending. I'm sorry..."

“I’m sorry, Riverst!” The nameless man said with deep remorse, “I don’t have a way to save your wife at the moment.”

"I cannot perfectly resurrect her. You can only keep moving forward. You must believe that the power of the crown can create miracles and will give you everything you want."

Wuming talked a lot with Rivist, and it was clear that he cared a lot about Rivist, especially about the effects of the Crystal Crown, but the greater the power, the stronger the curse.

“It’s a pity I can’t help you much, but here are some tools to contact me. Hopefully they can help you deal with the Black Crown.” Nameless handed over a black button.

Rivers took it, examined it for a moment, and complained, "Why is it a button?"

"Haha... This is the relic of my grandmother who died in the Dark, and it's also the key to her consciousness entering the Soul Abyss," Wuming explained.

He once gathered troops to kill his grandmother who had died in darkness, seized the far north, and excavated the Soul Abyss. Through the Soul Abyss, he could travel between different worlds with his mind.

Unfortunately, even with the power of natural disasters, he can only influence things for a period of time, or a small part of them, and cannot actually bring them down.

"All I can do is communicate. This is my limit. Welcome to the Six-Crown Court, Riverst." The nameless figure extended its bone claw.

Rivest extended his hand and shook hands with the other person.

See you next time...

...

As his consciousness returned to reality, Riverst couldn't help but take a few steps back, only to be supported by Kyle.

"Boss!"

"Are you alright, boss?"

The ghosts gathered around and asked with concern.

“It’s nothing, tsk…where are we?” Riverst stared at the ghostly behemoth that was retreating back into the sea.

"Alright, raise the sails and prepare to return!"

"What? Boss?" Kyle's eyes widened. "Aren't we going to the place of life and death?"

“?” Riverst looked at Kyle and the other puzzled ghosts and said, “I’ve already been there, and I didn’t find the answer I was looking for.”

“Igor was right, let’s go! Let’s go home!”

"Whoosh—" the ghost sailors cheered; their mental instability had been going on for quite some time.

Kyle stared blankly at the cheering ghosts for a moment, then looked at the gold coins in his hand, smiled, and followed Riverst's steps.

...

The journey back is quite long, taking about a year, during which time Rivist will also write back to the witch Igor.

Igor's decision to divide his army into several parts displeased Rivis.

He had a bout of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

A team composed entirely of infantry would have been quite pleasing to the eye, but she insisted on adding some archers, which made things even more difficult for him.

Now, they're simply converting a portion of the infantry into guard units or other field troops.

They're just a bunch of cannon fodder to be used for attrition!

He also knew that some islanders had unique characteristics, and that the enclosed environment of each island shaped different bodies.

For example, it would be too much of a stretch to ask some burly barbarians to use enchantment scrolls, as they are not very skilled at using enchanting items.

This also led to them being targeted by the blue-eyed zombies in the last battle, giving them the advantage.

There were also some islanders with long arms and short legs who found it difficult to take advantage of the uniform equipment, especially when fleeing in defeat. They were left far behind by the other soldiers and killed by the blue-eyed zombies that caught up with them.

Perhaps we really should consider dividing the army?

Riverst stared at the contents of the letter, with Kyle watching beside him. However, he was greatly troubled by the irregular numbers!

“Kyle, can you take a look at this for me?” Riverst leaned back in his chair and handed the letter to Kyle.

Kyle glanced at it briefly and said, "Miss Ig's arrangements are very reasonable."

"She converted some of the native islanders into guard and security teams to maintain order on Griffin Island."

“Yes, after all, there are still those merchants who haven’t submitted,” Riverst complained.

He needed to use those merchants to send the trade goods to the sea.

As for making merchants submit? There's no need for that! On the contrary, it would restrict their original nature. Just let their goods flow to the sea, and it won't be long before the whole world submits to them.

“Griffin Island is my heart now, and the constant flow of cargo is my blood. It beats…beats…and delivers it to all the organs to keep them active…Ah! Sorry to interrupt you.” Riverst shrugged. “Go on.”

“Miss Ig has set up some field armies and transported some warriors with special physical characteristics to the wheat fields in the center of Griffin Island for training. They can be used to consume Black Crown at any time,” Kyle said.

"There is also a last group of elite warriors. They were equipped with expensive enchanted items such as longswords and crossbows and were stationed inside the castle for a long time without any explanation of their purpose."

“Miss Witch Igor said that she dismantled all the warships. She believes that your power of natural disasters is sufficient to conquer the naval war, and one ghost behemoth is enough.”

"That wretched woman!" Riverst was seething with anger. He snatched the letter, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away.