Captain – Chapter 572 – Approaching

The wind surged violently as the dragon soared into the air, quickly carrying the young man and disappearing into the black mist on the horizon.

“So your plan is to use our ship as bait to draw fire for them?”

Watching the man and dragon depart, Vivian spoke thoughtfully, though her expression still showed little support for the youth’s plan: “But how can you be so certain that they alone can handle a whole ship of people? You know that dragon may be called Nidhogg, but it’s not the one from the old calendar after all.”

“It’s still too young and ‘fragile,’ with countless weaknesses. It may not be a match for those things.”

Hearing this, Richi shrugged and reminded her: “There’s also that Caine fellow. If what he said about being able to approach Roy’s former level isn’t boasting, then there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, I never planned to rely solely on them to take the ship.”

“Their task is simple—just control that ship, don’t let it run around, then hold out until our people arrive.”

This didn’t sound simple at all.

“Haven’t you considered the possibility of failure? And didn’t you say earlier that there were no tactics at all? What do you call what you’re telling me now?”

Knowing the youth was like his former captain—once he went mad, he wouldn’t change his mind or leave himself an escape route—Vivian sighed helplessly and asked.

“Yes, no tactics, but that refers to us.”

Richi smiled indifferently, explaining: “In the eyes of that bastard Talin Dempsey.”

“What I said earlier about how difficult it would be for us to swallow the Nightmare King whole was actually putting it nicely. In truth, relying on ourselves alone, without any variables, this would be a certain defeat and meaningless battle.”

Reαⅾ οո KаtReaⅾіոɡCafе

“But now we have them—assistance that even Captain Edward might not know about: a newly born devil’s follower and a dragon that appeared from nowhere. If the world isn’t prepared, they might even rewrite history.”

“Compared to that, what does that patch of deep sea amount to?”

After hearing the youth’s inspiring “speech,” Vivian only shook her head and said mockingly: “You’re certainly optimistic enough.”

“This isn’t optimism, Vivian. This is the confidence… and determination we should have.”

Taking one last look in the direction where the dragon had disappeared, Richi’s smile gradually faded as he said gravely: “Just as you asked if I’d considered we might lose—of course I have, and so has he. But in the end, we both feel the goddess of victory will stand on our side.”

“Because of tactical analysis, and more importantly, because this deadlock woven by the old men has gradually escaped their control, gained variables and vulnerabilities. And this is our chance—a chance to change the entire situation and even history.”

“Whether it’s the Deep Sea Captain or devil followers, no matter what identity that old bastard has, they will all eventually be trampled under our feet.”

“Becoming the past, and the elegy of the old era.”

After speaking, the youth remained silent for a long time, then left with the words “prepare yourself” and walked toward the stern.

“What about you?”

Perhaps touched by these words, Vivian’s face no longer held any mockery.

Rеaⅾ oո КαtReαԁinɡСαfе

She straightened up, watching Richi’s retreating figure as if recognizing him anew—recognizing him beyond the typical pirate who always spoke of selfishness and vileness. After a quiet moment, she asked.

“Me? I’m going to take the helm.”

That was the highest, most conspicuous, and most dangerous position. He would use it to firmly capture the attention of that patch of deep sea.

After all, looking across the seas, who would dare underestimate the Blood-Eyed Butcher?

“Surveillance from above? Probably that raven.”

On the side rail of the Nightmare King, Captain Talin stood with his first mate and three strange figures.

Hearing the great conspirator bring up old matters, he couldn’t help but wave his hand dismissively: “Perhaps our Captain Roy still hasn’t given up hope, still harboring the expectation that we’ll withdraw voluntarily, though she really shouldn’t be so naive.”

“Don’t worry, Ferguson. It’s nothing serious. At most, that siren has regrown its wings, but it can’t pose any real threat to us. Let’s focus on what’s at hand and see what that side really means.”

Faced with the captain’s reassurance, the thin, small first mate smiled obediently and said no more.

But hearing the hurried footsteps of crew members behind him and recalling the captain’s recent cold laughter, Ferguson’s smile disappeared again. As if his face had changed in an instant, he said carefully: “In my view, that person doesn’t seem foolish at all.”

“No matter how you look at it, with just that broken ship that’s lost its divine power, there’s no way they could beat us.”

“Captain, this situation is very abnormal. I’m afraid it’s not that simple.”

Rеαԁ οո ΚαtReаԁіոɡCаfe

Less than two hours ago, in the captain’s quarters, while Talin was enjoying fine wine and delicacies, the curved blade at his waist suddenly trembled lightly, alerting him that in that lightless sea, some uninvited guests were approaching and spying on the Nightmare King’s every move.

They weren’t human, and were far more troublesome than ordinary undead.

Because they were water ghosts born alongside death silence, transformed from resentment—in some sense, they could be called creations of that great lady.

And this also meant that old ship was nearby.

So their mood was disturbed, they could no longer enjoy their drinks, and came to the deck to order the crew to prepare for battle. It was during that time that one of the strange figures looked up at the sky, then conveyed to them the information about someone spying from high above.

This led to the conversation just now.

“I know that kid’s heart is blacker than yours. He wouldn’t act foolishly without reason.”

Feeling the intelligence transmitted by the curved blade, knowing those water ghosts were getting closer and the currents on the nearby sea surface were becoming increasingly chaotic, Talin’s expression couldn’t help but darken considerably, realizing this meant that old ship was getting closer and closer to them.

But until now, even after analyzing all the information given by the Cursed Sea, he and his first mate still couldn’t discern that youth’s intentions. They hadn’t even caught the slightest whiff of conspiracy, as if the other party wasn’t a pirate at all.

But rather a knight preparing to duel them to the death honorably.

Willing to die to avenge the Golden-Eyed Devil?

Reαd оn ΚatRеαⅾiոɡСafе

The Deep Sea Captain smiled coldly. This explanation might fool others, but how could it deceive him, a fellow legend?

“No matter what scheme that kid is planning, it doesn’t really matter. We just need to wait patiently and observe every corner carefully.”

His smile gradually fading, Talin lightly tapped the ship’s rail in front of him with his fingers, saying indifferently: “If he wants to die, can we stop him?”

“Those things are getting rather close. They might crawl into the cabins soon, which isn’t very polite. Ferguson, take some people down below and wait. Don’t let any ant that dares to covet my ship escape. Remember to clean up thoroughly.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Receiving the order, the first mate bowed slightly to him, then selected some people on deck and walked toward the wooden door leading to the ship’s cabin. Of course, to deal with those supernatural creatures, ordinary mortals alone wouldn’t suffice, so one of the strange figures followed behind the group.

It was the blade that would reap lives.

Aggregations of resentment sounded troublesome, but how could they qualify for true immortal authority? In other words, they could still die.

The Deep Sea Captain thought silently, his fingers that had been tapping the rail already stopped, and that patch of sea fog was reflected in his dark, profound pupils.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the thick fog, rising and falling with the waves.

The Taranhof… had arrived.