Captain – Chapter 389 – The Moment of Awakening

Gradually, the slightly sharp, raw singing voice became smoother, harmonizing with the downpour, resonating with the waves, its pitch unconsciously rising.

Though there were no lyrics, just hearing that classical, magnificent tune with its rising and falling melody made it clear this was no ordinary lullaby.

It was a battle song.

The roar of the boundless sea, the swan song of the Siren race when facing the Devil!

But now, that heroic song filled with fearlessness, unwillingness, and despair had become the last hope to awaken the Devil’s descendant.

As if sensing the child’s emotions, the dark sea became turbulent and violent. Wave after wave higher than warships surged endlessly.

The two close warships rose and fell on the undulating sea surface, becoming indistinct in the increasingly heavy downpour, like tiny withered leaves.

Fierce wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

To disturb the mysterious magical box’s lullaby, to seize the last hope at the end of the icy sea, the Siren sang with all her might!

Singing to the young woman in her sweet dark dream, the only one who could hear her song.

The Mermaid’s deck swayed unstably. Isaac could no longer walk straight. Hearing that spirited battle song, he unconsciously stopped.

He looked bewilderedly at the growing rain curtain, at the white mist that made the path ahead impossible to see through, momentarily unable to understand what was happening.

Until those light streams broke.

Until the goddess statue’s light dimmed and he could no longer hear his beloved’s whispers, the “old pirate” finally awakened as if from a dream, looking toward the source of the song, howling like a wild beast.

“Edward!”

As if sensing something, the howl abruptly stopped.

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Isaac turned around somewhat stiffly, across the deep rain curtain, seeing those gradually brightening eyes like dying magma.

No, rather, that magma was burning.

Burning fiercely.

As if the curtain had been raised, as if the protagonist who had slept for thousands of years in the drama had awakened, even heaven and earth responded—it was a lightning bolt.

Less than ten meters from the Mermaid, a lightning bolt as blinding as the sun, as thick as a giant snake, instantly drove away the darkness on the deck.

Thus the “old pirate” saw that face clearly.

Saw the young woman’s brilliant eyes, her golden hair flowing like a wild flag, and that unsheathed flintlock pointing directly at him.

“Bang!”

No longer a playful imitation sound from the young woman’s lips, that magnificent flintlock spewed fire, emitting an ear-splitting gunshot.

As swift as lightning, the silver-gray lead bullet with its airflow trajectory cut through the rain curtain before the eyes, cleanly and precisely hitting the “old pirate’s” hand.

The hand holding the magical box.

Faced with the advanced firearm, even if Isaac’s will was strong and his grip on the magical box tight, his hand was forced to release.

The “old pirate’s” veined hand was driven backward by the lead bullet, and the magical box playing the lullaby flew back with it, landing near the ship’s rail.

A faint brittle sound.

The silver-gray lead bullet fell onto the deck—the same one that had been shot into the man’s hand.

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Isaac looked at that hand with flesh intertwined, already healing, remained silent for a moment, then reached to his waist and drew that gleaming curved blade.

Whether the magical box or the goddess statue, both were now close to him, but he didn’t give them a thought, not even the slightest.

Because the young woman had arrived.

Breaking through the standing water, shattering raindrops, within an instant of the gunshot, the Devil’s descendant with shining eyes had already arrived before him.

Although they weren’t far apart to begin with, this was already incredibly shocking, and could even be said to be beyond what mortals could achieve.

That was the Devil’s power.

“Clang!”

Because she charged too quickly, only when up close did the captain have time to return the gun to its sheath while drawing the Iscal curved blade, striking downward.

The sound of metal against metal spread slowly, like the toll of a bell.

The toll of a death knell.

After the sound of blade collision came the splash of crimson, the blooming of blood, heart-stopping in the dark rainy night.

Not surprisingly, in this close combat, Roy had the upper hand.

The “old pirate’s” strength was not small; he was a violent man who had escaped from the Holy Church’s tribunal, the most ferocious blade under Edward.

He was stronger than most enemies Roy had faced.

But even so, he couldn’t withstand the young woman’s single stroke reinforced by the rushing bloodline and great power, and was defeated at the first encounter.

To the brink of death.

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Just as when hit by the lead bullet, Isaac’s blade-holding hand involuntarily flew backward, and even that antique curved blade was bent.

Having passed the only obstacle, the Iscal curved blade naturally fell upon this First Mate’s body.

Thus came the crimson flower.

“Thud, thud, thud…”

A series of footsteps resounded across the deck.

Carried by the tremendous force, Isaac was forced back more than ten steps until he heavily hit the ship’s rail, barely stopping.

From his abdomen to his left chest, there was an extremely deep gash, faintly revealing stark white bones and pulsating organs.

Fresh blood flowed from that gash like a small stream, pouring onto the deck, then washed clean by the heavy rain.

If the “old pirate” were still a mortal, he would be dead by now, but unfortunately, he bore the deity’s great power and blessing, being one of the few Death-Fearers in the world.

So, although without the Blood Craver’s ability to solidify blood into crystals, Isaac’s blood quickly stopped flowing, and even the gash was rapidly healing.

By the looks of it, he would fully recover in just moments.

Roy knew this, knew this First Mate couldn’t be easily killed, which is why when firing earlier, she had aimed at his hand holding the magical box rather than between his eyebrows.

But just like the Death Silence forced to retreat by the Mermaid, even if Death-Fearers were immortal and possessed terrifying recovery abilities, that still took time.

And time was what she was fighting for.

Ignoring the man supporting himself against the ship’s rail, and disregarding the magical box near his feet, the captain walked quickly forward, soon arriving before her still sleeping First Mate.

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Seeing the now-different goddess statue in Caine’s hands and his slightly bowed head facing the wooden carving, the young woman understood what had happened.

It was simply a miracle, omnipresent, irritating miracles.

With a thinking speed that seemed to make time stand still, in an instant, the captain understood everything, whether it was what happened to her First Mate or Isaac’s intentions.

So there was no flash of thought, just heartfelt regret, First Mate Isaac Hedler.

Thinking silently, after extracting the wooden carving from the young man’s hands and tucking it at her waist like the sea chart, the young woman quietly looked at him for a while.

Her fingers moved a few times, and after a moment’s thought, the captain unhesitatingly gave him a push. With her abundant, almost limitless power, she pushed him more than ten meters away.

Right into several watching sailors.

Just hearing a series of dull impact sounds, even without looking in that direction, one could imagine the scene of people falling like dominoes.

It sounded painful.

The captain’s eye twitched, thinking that although they might end up with bruised faces, it was better than being mistakenly injured or even killed.

Having done all this, Roy dragged her curved blade, turned around, and looked in the direction where First Mate Isaac had retreated urgently.

By now, the “old pirate” had straightened up again, the gash on his chest and abdomen had disappeared, leaving only faint bloodstains.

The magical box was also back in his hand.

Looking at the somewhat disheveled elder, the captain narrowed her brilliant eyes, her lips spreading into a signature smile, speaking unhurriedly.

“You’re really not fair, Mr. First Mate.”