Captain – Chapter 659 – Time Has Come

High in the distant sky, wind currents suddenly arose.

Amid lightning like tides, a black shadow appeared and disappeared, as if flying close to the sea of clouds.

This was naturally the giant dragon that had vanished into the rainy night before the battle began.

Standing upon it was a young man in a deep blue cloak soaked through with frost, dancing wildly in the wind and rain. At this moment, he gripped his curved blade tightly, gazing down below.

Looking at the giant serpent that appeared as tiny as an insect in a pond from such distance.

Though devil’s great power had long since blessed his body and the oddly-shaped curved blade connected to the sea constantly captured waves and currents, he still found it difficult to make out details.

But from the moment the giant serpent shifted from extending its body and approaching the giant warship to suddenly contracting and even retreating, he knew the show had begun and the captain must have taken action.

It was precisely then that Caine gripped his curved blade.

Though this might allow the specter to detect certain anomalies in advance, he had to be prepared to prevent anything from happening to that girl who, once she went mad, couldn’t rein herself in.

She always told him to do his best without forcing himself, yet never mentioned herself.

Even if he said something, she wouldn’t listen, so he could only watch over her more carefully.

Just as the young man concentrated fully on sensing the battle situation, the giant dragon beneath him suddenly let out a low roar, asking if it was time to enter the fray, because the situation had changed.

Though they were too far away for even the most violent roars to reach their ears, this didn’t prevent the two from seeing those ripples like stones falling into water.

On the sea, those became wave after wave of giant swells.

“No, wait a bit longer. She needs to get closer.”

Gazing at the giant serpent that had completely contracted and entangled together, the first mate said calmly, as if speaking of a stranger, though his grip on the curved blade tightened.

Worry flickered in his azure eyes.

In fact, if this had been in the past, he would have long since lost patience to continue watching coldly.

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Because he hadn’t expected the girl’s “adapting to circumstances” to mean this.

Actually engaging in… close combat with that bastard.

Well, “close combat” wasn’t quite accurate—she was just moving forward, constantly forward, whether stepping on iron chains or pitch-black scales.

Even with cannon fire cover, even though she was a true divine descendant, this was far too dangerous.

One had to know that these old calendar specters’ greatest strength wasn’t actually the magic power they possessed as incomplete rules, but their bodies that transcended all laws.

Those massive mountain-like forms that feared neither divine might nor artillery, capable of overturning all natural principles, were terrifying threats that even gods had to avoid.

And now Roy was right next to the giant serpent—no, she was actually on it.

Dancing on a knife’s edge.

Just like always.

“Wait a bit longer. I think that’s what she’s thinking too.”

High in the sky, the young man murmured words only he and the dragon could hear.

Unclear whom he was trying to convince.

The great sea, always called the inverted sky, now surged with towering waves, even more violent than the lightning-filled heavens above. Besides the bright, almost blinding cannon fire and golden blood, countless invisible undercurrents rushed forth.

Like a chaotic, mad whirlpool.

And the captain was at its center.

“Clang!”

Accompanied by heavy air-splitting sounds, two massive, ghastly white fangs like inverted peaks struck heavily against pitch-black scales, exploding with sparks and electric current.

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Viewed from afar, this was the scene of one head outside the Hydra’s main head “accidentally” biting into another lowered serpent head’s neck.

But this naturally wasn’t another instance of severing heads for survival—the fangs had a different target.

Only before they could fall, that uninvited guest whose size didn’t even compare to an insect next to the giant serpent had already leaped high, landing lightly on the attacking head before continuing forward along its steep, slanted neck.

This scene had already occurred many times.

Logically speaking, despite its massive body, due to the relative speed and coverage it brought, the girl should have had no reason to dodge interception after interception.

Earlier, the giant serpent had even deployed three heads, maneuvering their necks to fall almost simultaneously like swatting flies, yet Roy had still found gaps in the impossible and slipped through low—this had transcended the realm of reaction.

It should be called foresight, like a miracle.

But what the giant serpent didn’t know was that the girl hadn’t actually reached the other shore or gained privileges belonging only to gods—she simply had a second pair of eyes.

Right atop the Goddess Hestia.

There, the ship spirit sat on the railing beside the bridge, looking down indifferently at the overall situation from her high position, while the ship’s wheel spun rapidly behind her of its own accord.

Compared to the girl and giant serpent who were suppressed by divine might, the ghost who already had ties to the gods and now existed in a strange form could see more clearly than them.

The moment the Hydra moved, the pendant at Roy’s neck would glow slightly and emit cold currents.

She would naturally know the ship spirit’s intent.

This created those seemingly perilous scenes where the girl could repeatedly turn danger into safety. By the time the specter became aware, she was already very, very close to her destination.

In those blazing green suns, reflecting the girl climbing up its body and constantly transmitting “scorching” sensations, the giant serpent’s main head no longer pulled back.

Or rather, there was nowhere left to retreat.

From the moment the girl began moving, wariness had risen in its heart. It even faintly detected a seemingly present, seemingly absent aura on the horizon that had connected with the entire sea.

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It even carried some of that detestable pirate’s unforgettable scent from over a thousand years ago.

Precisely because of this, it had been suppressing the urge to manipulate rules and use magic power, waiting for that hidden piece to explode or for the cat on the giant warship to act.

So it could resolve them all together.

The method to lure them into the fray was also simple—force Roy into a desperate situation or directly swallow her whole, sending her into an abyss more terrifying than hell.

Just like what it had done to that night color.

But it hadn’t expected that not only could it not achieve this, but due to excessive caution, it had allowed the girl to get so close that it found itself in a dilemma.

Forced to this point, if it continued to restrain itself, that person might truly be able to reach its presence.

Achieve some purpose it didn’t know but was definitely dangerous.

With this thought, the giant serpent’s main head closed its slightly open mouth, its pupils growing even deeper, no longer showing greedy colors but only cold killing intent.

The green suns flickered dimly, and this violently thundering sea that never rested day or night seemed to quiet for an instant.

The pirates and skeletons on the giant warship inexplicably paused for a moment. Though they quickly returned to normal, confusion still showed in their eyes as they sensed something.

Sensing certain anomalies here, or that this entire sea had changed.

Even the cat that had been watching the direction of the Cursed Sea couldn’t help but turn to glance at the giant serpent, gravity appearing in its blue eyes as it knew the creature was finally no longer restraining itself.

It was going to completely detonate the magic power born from rule fragments.

This was naturally an extremely dangerous signal.

One had to know that whether facing that night curtain or being forced to sever heads for survival, it had never touched that taboo, only showing its might after returning to its birthplace.

Perhaps this was its greatest trump card, the foundation for turning back at the deepest part of the thunder sea.

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And now, all this terrifying pressure fell upon Roy.

Though she hadn’t stiffened like the crew members, her movements slowed slightly, like a dolphin swimming in the deep sea that had gotten tangled in some seaweed.

The seaweed wasn’t much, couldn’t be called heavy, and the speed reduction was almost negligible.

But because of this slight change, the girl’s “foresight” lost its effect.

Danger began to appear everywhere.

Just when her direct distance from the giant serpent’s main head was less than twenty meters, and according to previous trends, she needed only a leap to arrive with the wind’s help…

She finally hit a “wall,” falling into the sinister trap it had laid.

Using the main head as bait, the specter’s remaining five heads blocked all the girl’s escape routes. She stood alone on the chain connecting to one serpent head.

Her forward momentum that had pressed ahead since the beginning finally stopped.

Looking past the head blocking her way, Roy gazed at the giant serpent’s main head, sensing the mockery and cruelty in its gaze, thinking this was as far as she could go.

Thinking… it was time.

So she narrowed her eyes slightly, dimming the blazing light of her dark golden pupils, and smiled at the giant serpent’s main head—a cold smile, identical to the last time.

Then, facing the blocking serpent head’s gaping maw, facing this unsolvable death trap…

She leaped up, light and graceful as a swallow.

As if to embrace destiny, to embrace…

Victory.