Captain – Chapter 577 – Heaven and Earth Spinning

Accompanied by scattering wind and rain, the dragon and the strange man—both beings that didn’t belong to the present world, remnants from the Old Calendar—grappled together, one roaring, the other silent.

It was obvious that having lost one companion and now facing that great creature alone, the strange man had been at an absolute disadvantage from the first contact.

Although the fire-like blood flowing within that grotesque being could make the dragon hesitant to act.

And relying on its terrible physique, self-healing ability, and the pirates’ assistance, that disadvantage hadn’t immediately turned into defeat, but it wouldn’t last much longer either.

Yet despite this, Talin, who had personally created this situation and could even be said to have sealed the fate of the Nightmare King, showed not the slightest regret on his face.

He didn’t even glance at that brutal battle, as if this wasn’t his ship at all.

After completing that incomprehensible action, the Deep Sea Captain turned around and walked silently toward the superstructure, soon ascending the spiral staircase to reach the bridge.

And there, the young man had been waiting for quite some time.

“Captain Talin Dempsey, it seems you’re in dire straits.”

The Nightmare King’s superstructure was exceptionally luxurious, and the bridge was naturally quite spacious, looking very much like a miniaturized arena without stone pillars for confinement.

Very suitable for determining legitimacy… or rather, life and death.

Hearing that mockery, Talin slowly paced around the railing, watching his opponent move in the opposite direction, gently shaking his head with even a slight smile hanging at the corner of his lips.

“No, if you really think that, then you’re gravely mistaken, Commander Howard.”

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Suddenly raising his hand, the Deep Sea Captain corrected himself: “Oh, should I now call you… First Mate Howard? Captain Roy’s faithful follower.”

“Titles don’t matter.”

Ignoring the man’s somewhat neurotic “performance,” Caine said expressionlessly: “I only know that soon, this ship and everything on it will no longer belong to you.”

“Perhaps your life as well.”

Hearing this, the smile on Talin’s face grew brighter, becoming almost ferocious in its brilliance. He nodded quickly: “Is that so? I very much look forward to what happens next.”

“But before entering that crude, tedious mutual combat, I still want to tell you, First Mate Howard, that except for my own life that you mentioned last, I actually don’t care about anything—not the ship, nor those idiots.”

“They’re all just tools, just pawns to make my work more convenient.”

Looking at the young man’s slightly narrowed eyes, the man asked with a smile: “Don’t you think the same way? Do you still consider those inferior goods as your own kind?”

“No, no, no, we and they are fundamentally different.”

Without giving Caine a chance to speak, Talin immediately continued, and as these words fell, the smile on his face instantly vanished, becoming gloomy and even twisted.

“We are both servants, just serving different masters, but we are far beyond what those mortals can compare to, because we… are the agents of ‘God’ in the present world.”

“We should naturally be superior, looking down upon everyone!”

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His face twitching slightly, the Deep Sea Captain became more excited as he spoke, yet his pupils remained deep and calm. Finally, he voiced the question buried deep in his heart that could no longer be suppressed: “But I don’t understand why you could go even further.”

“Clearly your faith is just a ‘false god,’ clearly what you do is completely unworthy.”

“Why?”

This final whisper of unwillingness seemed to be the last thin curtain blocking this destined battle, so the two ended their standoff and stopped walking one after another.

“You have quite a few questions, fortunately they’re not hard to answer.”

After a brief silence, Caine said flatly: “First, I never think I’m any different from the crew, much less foolishly consider myself some kind of agent.”

“Thinking of relying on someone’s favor to become a guard dog, and using that to throw one’s weight around.”

Watching Talin, who had gradually calmed down after hearing his sarcasm, the young man raised an eyebrow slightly but didn’t particularly care, continuing: “Also, Captain Talin, I think you’ve misunderstood something. The devil’s agent…”

“It’s hardly your turn to be one, is it? You’re at most just a pitiful pawn.”

Hearing this, cold intent surged in the Deep Sea Captain’s eyes, and he finally couldn’t help but speak: “Oh? Then do tell, if I’m not qualified, then who has the right to be?”

“Right now I don’t know.”

Recalling not-so-distant memories, that familiar, gentle man seemed to reappear before him, so Caine looked at Talin and said very seriously: “But in the past, the one qualified to stand alongside Captain Edward…”

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“Was always, and could only be, First Mate Isaac.”

“As for you, you’re not worthy.”

The bridge suddenly fell silent, but a moment later, the young man’s cold words rang out again like a conclusion, sharp as a knife piercing the heart, and like a declaration of war.

“I forgot to mention, my captain is indeed not a god, but that devil won’t become one either.”

“Because before that happens, we will end his era.”

Like smashing a cup as a signal, like beating drums to advance, the moment the final sound of “era” fell, Caine moved, drawing upon wind currents to break through the rain curtain and charge forward.

In just the blink of an eye, that slender rapier was already near Talin’s throat, leaving him almost no time to react, because the young man was simply too fast.

Unimaginably fast.

Just as he had told Richi, having drawn upon great power, even if he couldn’t match his former captain, he was infinitely close—a true monster.

Absolutely not something a mortal could withstand.

The gloomy man before him, though favored by the devil and granted a curved blade that could be called a divine artifact, still had a body and soul that were ordinary and unremarkable mortals.

Just as he had thought before, this captain had never been, and was not worthy of, the devil’s blessing.

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Therefore, logically speaking, this battle should end very quickly. The moment after closing in, that sharp sword tip should pierce straight into the man’s throat.

But the world was always full of surprises, or rather… it shouldn’t be called a surprise.

The rapier’s edge stopped, right at a position less than an inch from Talin’s throat. There was nothing in between, no obstruction, yet it could advance no further.

Because the position and angle between the two… had changed.

Somehow, they were no longer level with each other, but had a height difference. The bridge’s floor—no, the entire Nightmare King had tilted!

So Caine’s sufficiently fast, incredibly powerful thrust came to a frustrated halt midway.

“See you later.”

The Deep Sea Captain gripped the railing with one hand, watching the young man who began to slide and then fall due to irresistible natural forces, and grinned.

If viewed from outside, the Nightmare King was currently being lifted on one side by a massive, sudden surge, throwing everything into chaos from inside to out.

During this time, countless unprepared pirates screamed as they fell toward the other side. Those who fell into the sea were fortunate—most crashed heavily into the ship’s railings and made no further sound. Even the dragon and the strange man were somewhat affected.

But what was chilling was that this bizarre rise and fall actually reversed after a moment!

Like a scale controlled in someone’s palm.