Captain – Chapter 537 – When Mist Disperses and Curtains Rise

When the crow feather fell, he came.

The change in the man’s demeanor and tone was without warning, but the moment his words fell, Roy knew that the ancestor who had been willing to tolerate her dishonesty was gone.

What remained there was the true devil.

Though the starlight overflowing from his body and his still dissolving form indicated that he had not truly descended, but was only occupying this “shell” for an extremely brief moment.

Even so, the girl’s heart still turned cold, then gave birth to irrepressible disgust.

Disgust at his face, his posture, and his act of extinguishing that consciousness at the last moment—as if deliberately destroying another’s treasured thing.

Destroying it cleanly and thoroughly, sickeningly so.

At this moment, the sky city was collapsing, and the white clouds that had been solid as ground now scattered like willow catkins. The devil stood on the edge of a crumbling cliff while the girl fell like a broken-winged angel toward the black mist below.

Separated by cloud wisps and starlight, they confronted each other silently.

As if standing in two different eras, divided by life and death.

“Well, it seems I arrived somewhat late.”

Looking at the girl who seemed supported by wind as she slowly fell, the man finally spoke, his tone quite regretful: “Otherwise, you shouldn’t be falling so slowly.”

She should fall like a bird with broken wings, plummeting straight into hell.

“But things being as they are, I can’t force anything. Only, child, after escaping this death trap, don’t forget what you said yourself.”

The devil raised his hand and waved, as if bidding farewell, the smile on his lips appearing so mocking.

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“You’ll give up hope, won’t you?”

Surviving certain death, powerless to change fate—these were the conditions Roy had given for giving up hope when discussing future paths with the first mate on that old wooden

The devil knew, proving that in the Death Silence Triangle, there were his spies. boat.

This was bad news, a grave future threat.

Only now, the captain had no mind to consider how far the other party’s reach had extended, and only responded to him with cold eyes and decisive action.

“Bang!”

The crisp gunshot tore through the sky, still forceful even amid the apocalyptic scene.

The dark gray lead bullet stirred up airflow, sweeping past numerous obstacles before accurately striking the man’s left chest, leaving a small hole before flying out of sight.

Just as that “information” had said when Roy first entered heaven, he—or rather this shell—was merely a carrier, a medium, not a real existence.

Therefore, after being “pierced” through the heart by the lead bullet, the devil still smiled brilliantly. From the wound in his chest, no blood flowed, only starlight poured out.

This shell was already approaching destruction; it didn’t lack for this one shot.

The captain understood this too, knowing that regardless of circumstances, this would have no effect on that damned devil. She was merely expressing her intention.

As if saying: to hell with giving up hope—if I don’t fall into the abyss, don’t expect to rest easy.

After doing this, Roy felt that her extremely slow, slow-motion fall began to accelerate more and more. The devil’s hateful face reflected in her pupils rapidly receded, no longer visible clearly.

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She passed through soft white clouds, falling straight into cold, deathly black mist, toward the real world, her consciousness gradually becoming blurred in the process.

All around was ink-like mist. If she didn’t know she was in mid-air, Roy might truly think she was sinking toward the lightless seabed.

Never to see daylight again.

After an unknown time, all sounds around her disappeared, her eyelids grew heavier, and the girl’s consciousness sank into darkness. She felt surrounded by pervasive cold, as if facing snowy mountains and glaciers where sleep would mean eternal rest.

Only at the last moment when light and hope were extinguished, a gentle voice sounded in her ears.

“You will live.”

The sky city that had hung dreamlike above the waterfall was reduced to ruins and rubble in an extremely short time, its area less than a tenth of what it had been before.

All glory turned to dust, not a single living being remained.

Only the devil still stood in the brilliant starlight, gazing distantly at the black mist into which the girl had fallen. He seemed to have heard those words too, and his face no longer bore its previous smile.

Being betrayed by the “dead thing” left here—such a feeling was truly unpleasant, absurd to the extreme, especially… those words just now.

Live?

Thinking of the girl’s silent but resolute response when facing his mocking words, the man smiled coldly, thinking that whether revenge or survival, it was still too early to speak of either.

Let’s see if you can leave this death trap alive first.

That gift originally prepared for a deity now belongs to you and all foreign visitors.

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As for the calamity that thing might bring…

What did it matter to him, who was about to leave this world?

Thinking indifferently, the devil leaned on his walking stick, turned, and walked into that grand destruction.

Torrential rain fell rapidly, violent winds howled.

On the pitch-black sea surface, three warships appeared and disappeared.

Compared to before, the distance between them was greater, and the bright lights that had been used to determine position were all extinguished. They relied only on fleeting lightning and the whistles of scouts to determine their approximate distances from each other.

These were all orders from the Night Curtain captain.

In his words, conspicuous light in darkness often served only to comfort, not only failing to drive away beasts but attracting more dangerous existences.

Spacing out was the same principle. Warships were not soldiers—without knowing the enemy’s position or even appearance, formation had little meaning.

What they needed to ensure was mutual support while avoiding being taken out together.

“Captain, that mist has retreated.”

At the Ghost Scythe’s side rail, Enzo in black clothes gripped the ship’s rail and gazed into the distance, looking at the vague ship shadows on that side, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Only when footsteps sounded behind him and his first mate reported did he come back to his senses, then turned his face to glance toward the stern, discovering that the mist that had been chasing them like persistent sharks had quietly retreated at some unknown time.

Since Roy and the other had left, the three warships had been engaged in a tug-of-war with that water mist, neither side willing to stop first, until this very moment.

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Not entering the mist to attempt approaching the legendary boundary was because Enzo knew this was meaningless—those not recognized by the devil could not reach the other shore.

Rashly intruding might result in being lost within, and blinded warships were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter.

Setting aside those strange magical powers and curses, their only advantage when facing those supernatural beings was technology—increasingly fierce firepower and greater cannon range.

Abandoning these was equivalent to fighting wild beasts bare-handed.

Reckless and unwise.

Furthermore, the reason he wasn’t worried that sailing in reverse would take them farther from Roy and the other, so that after they obtained the divine artifact they couldn’t find their way back, was because Enzo firmly believed that since Captain Edward had set up such a trap…

He definitely wouldn’t let any uninvited guests escape.

Therefore, no matter which direction they sailed, they would always be at the center of the stage. The signal for the curtain to rise and all actors to take the stage might be lightning, thunder…

Or it might be the mist dispersing.

Thinking this, the Night Curtain captain pushed off from the rail and stood straight, bringing his first mate to the bow, then squinted his eyes and patiently gazed ahead, as if waiting for something to appear.

A moment later, he suddenly spoke: “Have everyone take their positions, prepare for battle.”

As if everything had been arranged long ago and only now connected together, Enzo issued orders calmly because in his magnificent purple pupils…

The reflection of that waterfall appeared.