Captain – Chapter 595 – For the Great Me

“Thud!”

A muffled sound as the dagger pierced through his chest, straight into his heart.

This result was incredible, even absurd. After all, the helmsman called “Jacob” was attempting to assassinate the world’s foremost person at that time.

But he succeeded, the process so simple and clean.

Roy didn’t find it absurd.

She just watched that slowly lifting face—with slightly different features but bearing an eighty percent resemblance to the one in her memory—and suddenly felt somewhat cold.

Yes, to assassinate their captain and humanity’s leader aboard this colossal warship, before countless soldiers, would be impossible for anyone else, even those powerful sinister spirits. But if it were him…

That he could accomplish it didn’t surprise her at all, because that person dared to scheme against even deities.

Because he was Edward Roy.

But how was this possible?

The young woman believed her ancestor had the ability to complete the assassination, but couldn’t understand how he, who should have been born hundreds of years later, could appear here.

Manifesting in the old calendar.

There wasn’t much time to think, because the situation before her eyes changed in an instant. The man pierced through the heart by the dagger didn’t immediately fall and lose vitality like an ordinary person, but like an enraged lion, roared and drew his sword.

Another muffled sound, and a severed arm flew through the air carrying blood droplets.

The dagger that had stabbed shallowly into the heart was also carried out by the severed arm, then fell from powerlessly loosened fingertips, coincidentally colliding with the straight sword.

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“Clang!”

A crisp ring, and the dagger flew off at an angle, sailing over the ship rail toward the lightless sea surface.

That obviously extraordinary straight sword—possibly even a divine artifact bestowed by the goddess—actually began to decay and fracture from the point of collision in an extremely short time.

Glancing at the broken sword, the man instinctively pressed his chest. Crimson blood flowed down between his fingers, but soon they became black blood filled with the meaning of extinction.

Cold death energy began spreading through his entire body, which even divine grace couldn’t stop.

“Goddess Hecate’s creation…”

The man lowered his head slightly, murmuring in a low voice. After a long while, he struggled to ask.

“Why?”

Not asking how the other could obtain it, but simply wanting to know why he betrayed.

Betrayed himself, betrayed the goddess, and even all humanity.

The devil—or the youth who should now be called “Jacob”—didn’t answer him. Even having an arm severed, he only showed some pain in the depths of his eyes.

On his face, and even in his heart, he maintained an almost inhuman rationality and indifference.

Roy had felt this temperament many times. Through the man’s eyes, she stared directly into those dark golden pupils, thinking: so you were there so early.

So the Nethergate Dagger… was in your hands.

The “Goddess Hecate’s creation” the man spoke of—that black blade capable of ending a pseudo-god’s eternity and breaking all curses—was naturally the Nethergate Dagger.

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The thing she absolutely had to obtain.

But now it seemed this short dagger, which in her conversation with the Lady had been designated as the blade to end the devil, was actually in his possession. This was hardly good news.

As for why it was in his hands—though that divine artifact had been knocked into the sea, since the Lady hadn’t found it when she arrived, it must have returned to his grasp.

After all, from ancient Auran calendar to now, this dead zone should be considered his private property.

Until she led people diving headfirst into it.

The youth’s answer was slow in coming, but the furious roars of soldiers who discovered the anomaly, along with bullet-like rain, had already approached from behind.

Crimson blood splattered and fell. In just moments, countless blood holes appeared on Jacob’s body, with pure white flames capable of incinerating souls flickering within them.

Gradually, those sacred flames began to flourish, climbing up the youth’s face and wrapping around his body. He walked quietly toward extinction, leaving not even the slightest ash.

But despite this, despite his body, mind, and even soul bearing burning and endless agony, Jacob merely frowned slightly, his face even blooming with a smile.

He didn’t care about the soldiers running from behind, didn’t care about the deep disappointment on the man’s face, didn’t even care about life or death. He just smiled relaxedly and gave his answer.

“Why? Captain, of course it’s for me.”

His voice trembled with pain, but one could still hear the undisguised malice and selfishness taken to the extreme—completely unlike what a human could display.

More like… a devil.

“For…”

In the brilliant firelight, the youth bowed slightly and completely disappeared after his words fell.

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“The great me.”

This was an extremely narcissistic description, but paired with him, it felt completely different—as if the word “great” was tailor-made for that person.

You truly deserve it, ancestor.

Roy thought silently in her heart. The surprise of suddenly seeing the devil and the emotion of watching him perish were quickly diluted by the rapidly changing situation.

Pierced through the heart by the Nethergate Dagger and entangled by death’s breath, the man’s vision became dim and blurred, producing countless overlapping images. He staggered forward a few steps, and before reaching the soldiers, collapsed somewhat powerlessly toward the side rail.

At the same time, those currents symbolizing death—the polluted divine radiance—began surging from his wounds, pulsing outward wave by wave with his heartbeat.

Those difficult-to-capture fluctuations scattered the approaching soldiers, making them fall and struggle to stand, while also creating flaws in the giant ship’s nearly impregnable defenses.

Thus the identities of hunter and prey… were reversed.

“Boom, boom…”

The swells that had been not far ahead of the giant ship suddenly turned back, and in the span of a few blinks, they had arrived close at hand carrying tsunami-like giant waves.

Then, enormous serpent heads broke through the water one by one. More than ten rounds of green suns successively emerged, blocking the giant ship while surrounding its front completely.

Under the bewildered or despairing gazes of the soldiers, serpent heads of varying heights opened abyss-like giant mouths. Twisted dark green fog capable of stripping away all vitality shrouded the deck and surged toward every corner of the giant ship.

If Caine could see this scene, he would surely recognize those terrifying currents as all coming from the forbidden zone of all spirits—the Putrid Abyss leading to hell.

The sinister spirit’s giant mouth obviously couldn’t directly connect to the abyss. These gases should be what it had swallowed into its belly for self-defense against enemies, but this was already terrifying enough.

The soldiers shrouded by the fog aged in just a few breaths, their skin decaying into sand. If not for divine protection, even their souls would have withered long ago.

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On deck and in cabins, screams rang out in every part of the giant ship.

Continuing like this, before long, this blade of the gods would completely rust away.

In the deadly fog, walking past countless fallen and struggling skeletons, the man who had reached his end used his sword as a staff to advance step by step.

Toward the pitch-black superstructure.

During this process, the giant serpent slowly stopped its breathing. Its heads, raised one by one, all turned toward that departing figure, violence flashing briefly in their pupils.

But even sensing something wrong and knowing it should stop that dying man’s final struggle, the sinister spirit still didn’t move, because the divine statue at the ship’s bow remained.

As long as that goddess statue continued praying and spreading radiance, it could hardly advance further. Only when the light scattered along with hope would this ship truly perish.

Until then, it could only wait.

“Bang!”

Forcefully pushing open the captain’s quarters door, the man stumbled into the darkness, knocking over countless tables and chairs along the way while his death energy corroded who knows how much more.

Finally, he reached the wooden desk where he usually worked, stabbing his sword into the desktop to steady himself while tremblingly extending his hand toward the pendant on the desk.

That pendant… which Roy had received from the Lady’s hands, to which the ghostly girl was attached.

The moment fingertip and cross touched, everything became quiet.

Death energy gradually subsided, radiance flourished again.