Hill showed a grim smile, the crystal fan fell directly into his palm.
As a gift for this long-awaited reunion, twelve tornadoes were his heartfelt welcome ceremony.
Especially for that little bastard standing on the mast in the middle.
Three tornadoes swept toward the ship from three directions, ensuring that they would be tumbling side by side, face to face, with their legs in the air.
A beam of light quickly flew from a ship, heading straight for Hill.
The diamond-shaped crystal told Hill the identity of the visitor.
It seemed the God of Time and Space's artifact had no intention of joining the Undead Tribe in a cheerful tornado ride.
"Aaaaah~ Run~ Hill's furious~"
"Hill's gone mad~ Get inside quick!"
The undead on the deck ran in all directions, wailing while rubbing salt in Hill's wound.
Coron's seraphs had no idea what was happening, but they could tell the undead's sharp tongues had caused the trouble.
