Captain – Chapter 543 – An Unsolvable Dead End

The moment the man’s words fell, the giant serpent arrived.

Although the Ghost Scythe had picked up speed and the three warships had spread apart as much as possible, when those bubble sounds transformed into deafening sounds of breaking water, everyone realized their countermeasures were still too pale and powerless.

Like insects flapping their wings with all their might, yet unable to escape the insect net descending upon them.

As the Ghost Scythe responded to Enzo’s command and veered to one side to the maximum degree, a thick shadow like a black cloud had quietly appeared on the nearby sea surface.

“Bang!”

The next moment, waves splashed, and massive shadows carrying explosive roars and low growls suddenly surged up from the sea, their pitch-black bodies crashing mercilessly toward the warship.

If Enzo hadn’t been able to sense the giant serpent’s approach in advance through the night, this single collision would have completely capsized the Ghost Scythe, leaving no room for struggle.

But even so, this night-like warship was still struck by the sudden tremendous force, knocked half-tilted and pushed back, with fine cracks appearing on the struck hull.

Under this sudden catastrophe, countless crew members fell into the water.

The sailors in the gun deck had few survivors—they were either crushed by the oncoming tremendous force or struck lifeless by cannons that had broken free from control.

In just one encounter, this warship that could be called the strongest in the present world considering all factors had almost lost its combat capability, its hull broken and crew in panic.

Compared to that mythological creation, they really were like insects.

Shattered in a single blow.

“Pull back distance, drop the powder kegs, quickly!”

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Although battered beyond recognition, the Ghost Scythe also used that tremendous force and the resulting waves to barely open some distance from the giant serpent.

At this moment, it had adjusted its direction, turning its back to that specter and sailing toward the distance, though it was unclear whether due to the heavy damage, its speed was greatly reduced compared to before.

At the same time, Wyatt’s furious commands rang out, echoing across the deck.

Hearing this, the pirates who had been thrown about came to their senses and quickly got up, either to adjust the sails or go below deck to fill the now-empty gun positions.

But those poor souls who hadn’t managed to grab onto anything before the impact arrived could never get up again, creating a shocking scene of carnage on the deck.

Soon, powder kegs were thrown into the sea like they cost nothing.

They floated densely on the sea surface, blocking the path between the warship and the specter.

But no one was confident whether these rear-guard weapons, which posed great deterrence to sailing warships, could actually stop—no, hold back that thing for even a moment.

Whether they could win them a brief moment to catch their breath.

Everyone lacked confidence, with only bewilderment and barely suppressible fear remaining in their hearts.

The Ghost Scythe was no stranger to defeat and retreat. Before its reputation spread across the seas, before that youth shed his inexperience and became the night curtain that shrouded the western waters, they had suffered many defeats and even paid extremely heavy prices.

But never had there been a time like now, where a single encounter brought such heavy casualties.

With absolutely no possibility of victory.

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“Captain, we can’t stay any longer.”

Scanning the sea, though confirming that the other two warships hadn’t suffered too heavy damage in the specter’s previous assault and still had fighting capability, Wyatt still made this decision decisively, even unquestionably.

The Ghost Scythe was damaged with heavy casualties. Not only the cannons, but even the propulsion was nearly destroyed.

In such circumstances, even if morale hadn’t collapsed, even if the Night Curtain captain hadn’t yet acted, they no longer had the qualification to engage in battle—they had completely lost.

Hearing the first mate’s suggestion, the crew remaining on deck all looked up at their captain. Though they had just escaped death, there was no joy in their eyes.

Only lingering fear and an indelible shadow.

They didn’t want to fight—or rather, didn’t dare to fight.

Facing such a monster that defied common sense, even madmen would feel fear. Before such absolute disparity in strength, any courage and faith…

Were utterly fragile.

But Enzo acted as if he hadn’t heard those words, hadn’t felt the crew’s gazes, still standing by the half-broken ship’s rail, looking at the giant serpent that was gazing back at him.

Not saying a word, unclear whether in regret or anger.

“Enzo Leyne, even if you’re unwilling to accept it, I can only tell you that we’ve done our best, we’ve already paid a heavy enough price…”

“If you still can’t let go of that promise, then we can only bid you farewell.”

Not knowing the man’s thoughts, nor knowing what psychological struggle it took to say these words, Wyatt remained silent for a long time before finally taking his stance.

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He believed that facing that undefeatable enemy, the Ghost Scythe had already done enough.

No matter how difficult it was to say, he couldn’t let the other party lead everyone to death.

Therefore, after expressing his position, this first mate no longer paid attention to the statue-like captain and turned to arrange the retreat: “Continue approaching in the direction of the Mermaid.”

When the giant serpent had burst from the sea earlier, it had nearly sunk the Ghost Scythe while also completely scattering the formation of the three warships. They and the Mermaid were on one side, while the Taranhof was blocked in another direction.

Looking at the current situation, that specter obviously wouldn’t let them go, wouldn’t let that night-like man go. They had to pull away from it as much as possible.

With damaged firepower and lacking propulsion, to escape alive, they had to rely on the Mermaid’s cover and even be prepared to abandon ship.

Though the storm hadn’t arrived, the Golden-Eyed Devil’s ghost ship was still one of the fastest ships in the world, perhaps the only hope in tonight’s situation.

Just as panic spread on the Ghost Scythe, causing even their leaders’ wills to diverge, that giant serpent was already pressing toward them through the seawater in the direction they were leaving.

It had no fear of those powder kegs, letting them explode beneath it. Such scattered impact and heat couldn’t harm it in the slightest.

In fact, even the injuries it had sustained in the previous barrage had mostly healed. The wounds beneath the shattered scales were barely visible, and those brilliant golden blood traces had long been washed away by the cold seawater.

At this moment, it was truly terrifying, powerful to the point of despair.

In fact, the people on the Ghost Scythe and the other warships should have despaired.

They had already lost the best opportunity to fight. The Ghost Scythe, which had been considered the absolute main force before the battle, had now become a burden, making even escape a delusion.

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No matter how you looked at it, this situation was already unsolvable.

Heaven collapsed, hell perished, that young man and woman’s fate unknown, and the people at sea seemed destined to be buried in the serpent’s belly—where could there be any turning point?

Where the turning point lay, no one knew.

But at least facing the crisis of being divided and conquered, someone gave a powerful response.

It was cannon fire that shattered the deathly silence, firelight that pierced the black night.

Or perhaps, the shrieks of water ghosts.

In the eyes of those on the Ghost Scythe, that giant serpent suddenly paused. The next moment, brilliant cannon fire lit up from the night behind it, sounds of breaking air and explosions once again echoed across the sea surface, and the ghostly fire that devoured life reappeared in the world.

In this mortal situation, the Taranhof bared its fangs.

Therefore, the giant serpent could only look back.

In the vast night, a small black shadow approached, landing on the Ghost Scythe’s broken rail.

The raven had returned. Though it sensed the strangeness here, it still chose to perch before Enzo, looking up at him and repeating in that youth’s tone:

“Leave quickly, as far as possible, Enzo…”

“It’s here for you.”