Captain – Chapter 575 – The Messenger Arrives with Divine Will

Above the sea surface was cannon fire and gunshots, while below were turbulent undercurrents. No matter which way one looked, both paths led to death, not to mention the Nightmare King was no wooden post.

Black sails were raised, the helmsman desperately turned the wheel, and the warship would sail away in moments.

Creating an unbridgeable chasm between them and those base, insect-like swimming water ghosts. After that, they could deal with them however they pleased.

Most importantly, that pair of youth and girl probably couldn’t even survive this storm.

How wonderful was the situation?

The pirates on the Nightmare King’s deck all lowered their muskets, showing reluctance at missing a promotion opportunity on their faces, but more than that was the relaxation of knowing certain victory.

This farce should end soon.

Looking at Talin gripping his curved blade, the crew thought silently, their eyes full of awe, thinking that even someone as formidable as the Blood-Eyed Butcher was still too inexperienced before him.

Inexperienced like a child.

Unaware of and uncaring about the crew’s reverence, after that old ship disintegrated, the Deep Sea Captain still gazed in that direction, his hand gripping the blade tightening slightly.

Sensing his will, the patterns on the curved blade that had just gone dormant responded once more. Blue light flowed from the hilt, gradually occupying all the cracks.

Thus the sea became even more violent.

Through the lightless sea surface, Talin caught sight of Richi and Vivian bobbing in countless undercurrents like duckweed in rain, and the indifference in his eyes deepened.

Those two had clear identities and firm resolve—they weren’t quality prisoners by any means.

They could only be trouble, powder kegs that might explode at any moment.

So… they should just die.

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The patterns on the curved blade grew brighter, and the chaotic undercurrents in that sea area suddenly came alive, gaining a target and surging in one direction.

In a little while, no matter how extraordinary those two were, they would meet only one fate.

To be crushed to pieces by the sea.

Just as everyone, including Talin himself, focused all their attention on the sea, no one noticed a figure sliding down the rigging like a ghost, finally “coincidentally” landing on the wheelhouse.

“Thud!”

Though he tried his best to control his form, humans weren’t cats after all, and landing still made considerable noise, naturally alerting the pirates who had been looking out.

But before they could identify the situation, draw their blades in response, or shout warnings, cold light suddenly flashed in their pupils. Then they felt a chill at their hearts or throats, collapsing powerlessly with eyes wide in shock.

The two men on the wheelhouse responsible for protection or replacing the helmsman became cold corpses in just one encounter. In their final moment before death…

All they saw was a pair of blue eyes blazing with brilliant golden radiance, majestic as a lion in its prime.

Hearing the series of sounds behind him, the Nightmare King’s main helmsman, who was at full helm, immediately understood the situation. While quickly securing the wheel, he was about to shout a warning to those on deck, but it was still too late.

Because he never imagined that the two behind him couldn’t even delay the enemy for a moment.

The next instant, he felt a chill at his back. His hands securing the wheel immediately stiffened, and the warning about to leave his lips was firmly smothered by a powerful hand.

Trembling as he looked down, the helmsman saw the sword tip piercing through his chest, mixed with blood and rainwater, his face full of terror. After a few muffled cries, he made no more sound.

Due to the sudden rain, thunder, and the threat of supernatural creatures below, aside from the three dead men, no one on the entire Nightmare King noticed this sudden enemy attack.

Of course, another reason was that this process was simply too short.

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So short there was only time for a few breaths.

“Crash!”

Accompanied by the dull sound of the lifeless helmsman hitting the ground, the unsecured wheel immediately spun wildly in the opposite direction like a runaway horse.

This caused the eerie warship to make a sharp turn, sending all the pirates tumbling amid cries of alarm. Even the Deep Sea Captain was temporarily distracted.

Unable to continue manipulating the seawater to strangle that pair of youth and girl.

But this was merely the beginning.

The pirates had just straightened up and hadn’t yet responded to various leaders’ angry roars to investigate the situation when a piercing scream rang out from above.

Among several snipers on the mast platform, the only lucky one who hadn’t fallen during the previous upheaval was now screaming as he flew down diagonally.

When everyone turned around, he had already crashed face-first heavily onto the deck.

His death was too horrible to look at.

“Rip!”

Immediately after, a harsh tearing sound reached their ears. People looked up one after another, then discovered with anger, bewilderment, or terror that the Nightmare King’s sails had been torn into several pieces, with countless ropes severed and hanging down like dead snakes.

The result was that the warship preparing to sail away slowly came to a stop.

It had truly become a dead island.

Everything happened too fast, too incomprehensibly.

In just the blink of an eye, the Nightmare King was nearly paralyzed. Without changing sails and reconnecting ropes, it couldn’t move a step. The previously clear situation had completely reversed.

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Could they still get the ship out before those water ghosts arrived?

The deck fell silent except for the violent sound of rain and increasingly heavy breathing. The emotion called panic spread and scattered, gradually spiraling out of control.

What terrified people even more was that they still hadn’t found the enemy.

Hadn’t found the culprit behind all this.

“Oh, damned spawn.”

Driving his curved blade heavily into the deck, Talin supported himself to stand straight, then raised his eyes to look at that dark sky above, his face cold and murderous intent fierce as he muttered.

Without lightning, in this dim storm, others might not see that thing clearly, but with the curved blade’s assistance, he absolutely couldn’t miss it.

Couldn’t miss that great creation born of nature.

As the Deep Sea Captain cursed, two strange figures who had been standing motionless before him silently stepped forward, ghostly light emanating from their eyes beneath the gauze.

When that sniper fell—no, even earlier—they had discovered the enemy, but by the time they notified Talin, they had already missed the opportunity to respond.

Because that visitor from the sky wasn’t a raven, nor a hawk, but a…

Dragon.

Gradually, as the deck grew deathly quiet, the crew finally noticed the somewhat chaotic wind currents and sudden rain overhead, along with that shocking sound of wingbeats.

Vaguely, they even heard a heartbeat.

Finally, following one pirate’s trembling pointing finger, they saw what even the dark night couldn’t hide—pupils looking down at them from above.

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Those noble, tyrannical purple eyes.

“Enemy attack!”

Someone shouted amid the chaos.

At this point, the pirates finally reacted, somewhat frantically loading bullets and raising guns, but those seemingly quick movements were still not faster than that giant shadow.

Wind and rain suddenly grew chaotic as the dragon roared and descended from the sky, breaking countless crossbeams before crashing heavily onto the deck. In an instant, countless unfortunates facing it directly were either knocked flying or crushed completely.

Its massive body directly occupied nearly a quarter of the deck, but what was shocking and incomprehensible was that its movements weren’t hindered by its size at all—more swift and agile than a fierce tiger. It was simply too fast to aim at.

Though a considerable number of lead bullets successfully struck the dragon’s body, they only sparked like hitting metal, leaving white marks.

Unable to cause effective damage.

At this rate, if no one could stop it, there probably wouldn’t be anyone alive on deck in five minutes. But even so, Talin still didn’t look at it again after that curse, instead gazing toward the wheelhouse.

Due to a certain premonition, and more because of that mysterious, unbreakable connection.

The connection between kindred spirits.

Whether by fate or coincidence, a lightning bolt suddenly appeared in the sky, winding and eerie like a serpent, spreading a hundred meters as if to tear open the heavens.

Electric light surged like a tide, illuminating everything on the Nightmare King’s surface in perfect detail, naturally also lighting up that young man on the wheelhouse with his chin slightly raised.

Facing the wind and rain directly, his back to the lightning, his face cold as frost—he looked exactly like a messenger.

Carrying the will of another devil.