Captain – Chapter 584 – Myths of Old

Before the fog suddenly descended and the ghost ship appeared, there had been an extremely inconspicuous particle of ghostly blue light dust that avoided the devil’s eyes and drilled into the dark, lightless sea.

It drifted in the cold seawater, yet was unaffected by the chaotic undercurrents, as if it had no substance or form, not an object of this world, but rather some ethereal medium.

Used to communicate… between soul and body.

And indeed, that was exactly what it was.

Carrying some malicious intent, it followed that pillar of light in the sea that blazed like a lighthouse, drifting and drifting until it floated into the deepest part of that piercing brightness.

That is, into the heart of that corpse wrapped in flames of light, sinking toward the seabed.

Into the hollow center pierced by the curved blade.

Then, that light mist that had risen from there straight into the sky, as if robbed of its source, no longer rose, dimming from bottom to top like a final song.

After that, the hollow began to shrink and heal at an alarming rate, becoming whole again in just an instant. So the heartbeat resounded once more, and the soulless corpse came back to life.

“Crack, crack…”

After several crisp sounds like loosening joints, the strange man whose clothing and bandages had been completely burned away, exposing his pale body, once again showed ghostly fire in his eyes.

It slowly raised its head, glanced in the direction of the Nightmare King, seemed to laugh strangely a few times, then turned around and swam in the opposite direction, leaving only a trail of bubbles.

“Captain Edward?”

At the bow of the Nightmare King, after being shocked by the figure on that ghostly thing for a long time, Richi finally spoke hoarsely, rarely and extremely uncertainly guessing.

Looking at that figure in the mirage, only illuminated at the hem by the ghostly green light from the torch held by the skeletal giant, Caine slowly but firmly shook his head.

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“No, it’s not him.”

If it wasn’t that terrifying devil, not the master of this death ship, then who could it be?

Who could coexist peacefully with this monster?

“Damn…”

Hearing this, Richi couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, his body tensing uncontrollably.

Though the young man wasn’t of the devil’s lineage, he had after all inherited Roy’s curse and couldn’t break free from those “monsters,” so being able to discern that the person wasn’t Captain Edward wasn’t surprising. What truly made the young man nervous and grave…

Was a guess that rose from the bottom of his heart and could no longer be suppressed.

That guess stemmed from Roy’s background, the history written by the devil’s lineage, and many more rumors, deductions, or things he had personally experienced. All of this finally transformed into that name that floated from his lips, extremely gentle.

“Captain Gerard.”

At this moment, the bow of the Nightmare King seemed to fall into deathly silence. Even the bell tolls, shrieks, or dragon roars seemed to disappear without a trace, no longer reaching the three’s ears.

Because the owner of that name had countless connections with Roy, and because that figure who had suddenly vanished from history was far too legendary.

Gerard Roy. Vivian, having spent years in the icy seas, might not know much about this name, but Richi and Caine could not possibly be unaware.

The kind of awareness etched deep in their hearts.

Because that man had once defeated Naren, who had been the Imperial Lion of the past, and had mercilessly trampled underfoot the vision of that old emperor and many Auran nobles to rule this world, keeping it crushed for decades.

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He had even become the nightmare that countless power holders could never forget day or night.

In the eyes of the pirates of that time, compared to the Great Captain hidden in the shadows, the word “Gerard” symbolized authority that was even greater.

He had never tasted defeat since coming into the world, was nearly perfect in every aspect. If not for the prohibitions in the Pirate Code, he would have long since sat upon that throne vacant for hundreds of years.

Become the Pirate King of the present world.

But even without this title, his supreme status had long been recognized by all in the islands. Furthermore, he had countless other identities worthy of awe.

The foremost among contemporary legends, the Great Captain’s destined heir, the close friend and leader of Red Beard and many other great pirates, one of the founders of the Black Raven Society…

Too many, countless more.

He also had the support of many powerful and promising young people, including the Night Curtain Captain who had just entered the seas, so that even now many people still couldn’t forget him.

Richi was naturally among them.

Precisely because he had grown up with Roy, standing at the center of the whirlpool, the young man not only understood that person better, but also knew many secrets and truths related to him.

So, the moment he guessed the identity of the newcomer, he didn’t relax in the slightest, but became even more vigilant and grave than before, as if that person was more terrifying than the devil.

No, perhaps that person was indeed a devil.

“Clang, clang…”

The bell tolls returned to their ears along with slightly heavy breathing. Richi suddenly turned around and loudly issued orders to the pirates who were either stunned or terrified.

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“Listen everyone, prepare to abandon ship, then…”

His voice stopped abruptly, as if even for the young man, for this legend famous across the seas, saying that word to that person was still very difficult.

It required courage, the courage to overturn all existing understanding.

Because what he was about to do, had to do, was challenge the myths of old.

“Fight.”

The young man finally said it, though somewhat laboriously and hoarsely.

“Crash into it—no, perhaps we won’t need to crash. This ship will become scattered fragments.”

Turning back to look at Caine and the other who were looking at him, all the tension on Richi’s face and anxiety in his eyes disappeared. He analyzed expressionlessly and rapidly: “So when that ship approaches, we’ll all have to abandon ship.”

“Of course, we have to jump at close enough distance, because once swept away by the waves, that person is as good as dead. Regardless of whether we succeed in the end, he’ll become the first sacrifice to be enjoyed in this ‘feast of death.'”

“And what we need to do, what we can do, is board that ship, then restrain…”

Pausing slightly, the young man took a deep breath and said with complex emotions: “Or kill that person.”

Kill… Captain Gerard.

Hearing this, Caine and the other were both stunned, as if they hadn’t expected him to say this.

But soon, the young man reacted, his brow furrowing tightly: “I can understand your thinking, but how can you be certain that he’s definitely the lifeblood of that ship?”

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“What if he’s also just being manipulated…”

Before Caine could finish, Richi interrupted in a deep voice: “Because we can only hope so, and without… defeating him, it’s impossible to win this battle.”

Looking at the young man’s flickering eyes, Caine knew he wasn’t as calm as he appeared on the surface. After a quiet moment, he nodded slightly, acknowledging his choice.

Compared to the other party, the young man bearing the curse understood the terror of that lone figure even better. Despite being separated by the sea, he could already feel the overwhelming pressure.

That devil’s great power that was identical to his own, yet countless times stronger.

That person might be far more terrifying than even that death ship.

However, this also perfectly explained why Captain Edward would use that giant ship as the means to end the giant serpent, even though it couldn’t match that specter.

It was because he was there.

But this also raised another question: when the Drowned Captain and that myth of old joined forces, who in this world could possibly resist?

The “Hydra” couldn’t, so how could they possibly?

“So, what do you think our chances are this time?”

Looking at the two who were equally silent, Vivian sighed lightly and looked at the young man to ask.

Hearing this, Richi shook his head, walked back to the ship’s rail, squinted as he looked toward that gradually clarifying giant ship that seemed about to transform from mirage to reality, and murmured hoarsely.

“None. Not even one percent.”