Woo!

A strong wind suddenly swept through Banshee Port under the cover of night. Trees along the streets were broken, and the thick fog was churned up.

Ordinary people like Ireland were blown away by the wind, falling to different locations. Only a few heavier individuals stumbled a few steps.

Tiny Dorna's body was easily lifted by the fierce wind, about to crash heavily onto the ground. With fearful anticipation, she closed her eyes.

Then, Dorna, falling from the sky, suddenly landed on a soft surface, unharmed. Nervously, she opened her eyes a crack and saw beneath her a nest-like tangle of dark vines.

Klein and Dannitz, unable to withstand the force of the wind, were blown backward like kites but managed to maintain their balance.

Quinn stood firm in the wind. His flowing hair, rooted in the ground, acted as an anchor, keeping him steady. He poised himself, with slender wooden spikes emerging from both hands, ready to strike when the wind subsided.

After blowing for a while, the wind weakened. At this moment, six headless figures emerged from the fog on either side of Bishop Miller! Their wounds oozed blood, resembling terrifying beasts as they charged toward him.

Trouble... Dannitz nervously contemplated a strategy. Then, a brass light flashed before his eyes.

He saw Germain Sparrow tossing a simple brass whistle, causing the headless figures to change targets and clamor for the whistle!

A perfect opportunity! Dannitz lowered his body, his face flushed, as a blazing white flame spear gradually formed in his hand. He hurled it fiercely, destroying one of the headless figures.

Then, he saw Quinn, who was dodging wind blades and hurling a wooden spike toward the clustered headless figures.

The spike pierced the chests of two monsters and suddenly blossomed above the brass whistle!

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Countless sharp, black branches sprouted from the center, weaving among the six headless figures. They stitched flesh, tangled with each other, and sewed the six headless figures into a bloody ball, flesh for skin and branches for thread!

Then, sounds of giants falling came from various parts of Banshee Port. Quinn released his control over the hunting giant, leaving only a few guards for the team.

The land in front of him wriggled slowly. Six vine giants, each three meters tall, stood up, forming an iron-black wall, pressing toward Bishop Miller.

"Hehehe..." Quinn chuckled repressively, a wooden scythe growing in his hand.

"Let's use this to chop off your head!"

Behind him, Klein followed closely. His left glove began to squirm, emitting golden dragon scales.

"Psychological Doctor," "Madness!"

Bishop Miller, who was about to unleash a flurry of wind blades, suddenly froze. His eyes blinked, then turned completely mad. It seemed that slimy tentacles were about to emerge from under his bishop's robe.

"RUA!" Seizing the opportunity, Quinn lunged forward, instantly decapitating Bishop Miller!

Headless, Miller was somewhat disoriented, but his body continued to move, countless slimy tentacles still poised to attack!

Quinn chuckled and stepped back.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Six hammer-like fists pounded mercilessly, smashing Miller's restless body into bloody debris.

The out-of-control bishop was easily dealt with by the three of them.

Such terrifying strength... Even Captain Ireland would find it difficult to escape from these two... Dannitz looked at the flesh ball to his left and the now-Miller sauce to his right, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, he saw Germain Sparrow wearing a half-high silk hat and Quinn Fry in a blood-stained bishop's robe, both looking in his direction.

"W-what's going on?" Dannitz shivered, asking nervously.

He felt as if he were facing two deep and mad seas, one represented by Germain Sparrow's madness, akin to an undercurrent, and the other by Quinn Fry's madness, akin to a volcanic eruption, making his scalp tingle.

Quinn made a scissor gesture cheerfully, while Germain picked up his hat, pocketed the extraordinary characteristics extracted from Miller, and said, "I'm hungry."

"You're hungry? Why are you looking at me? You're making me nervous!" Dannitz roared in his mind, forcing a embarrassed smile on his face.

Germain nodded, saying, "Let's go back to the ship."

There might be more unknown forces behind the Banshee Port incident. They had only encountered some surface-level dangers, so the priority was to leave as soon as possible, leaving the rest to official extraordinary individuals.

Ireland raised his hand and said, "I want to send a telegram to the church to report the situation here." He paused and added, "Don't worry, it won't affect your messages."

"We'll pass by anyway," Germain nodded. Quinn added, "Great, I'll go with you. I have a telegram I want to send out too."

It's been so long since I reported in to Snow and them. I hope they didn