Captain – Chapter 681 – Straight to the Abyss

The pale golden tide forced back the ghostly ship.

This scene, falling into the eyes of the soldiers and even the generals who knew something about royal bloodlines, was already a miracle, and the Crown Prince who triggered this great power…

Was naturally a deserving immortal.

The legends were true. His Highness was indeed so remarkable—what was a mere ghostly ship?

This was the consensus of all the soldiers who cheered, even beat drums, and cheered for the young man.

But those at the top had different thoughts.

Though the generals marveled at this spectacular scene of light and mist like a tide, the bleakness in their eyes gradually calmed due to the ship of the dead’s retreat, but they still weren’t carried away by this sight, knowing that His Highness alone probably still couldn’t withstand the ghostly ship’s offensive.

After all, if the Crown Prince could truly repel the enemy single-handedly, he wouldn’t have waited twelve years.

His intervention this time was still only a delay.

Just like his earlier judgment, this ghostly ship’s greatest weakness wasn’t disguise. Since that was so, now he would use his body as an anchor to nail it dead in the present world.

While temporarily blocking the ghostly ship’s offensive, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

Though the ship of the dead had concealed the death bell and appeared suddenly, it surely couldn’t fool that person either.

Couldn’t fool that girl who rivaled his father emperor.

Compared to the others, the officer who at the last moment failed to hold back the young man and could only cry out in shock and anger knew much more, his complexion pale as snow.

He watched that figure floating down like an immortal, seemingly gracefully falling toward the ghostly ship’s deck, his lips trembling constantly, no longer showing his usual composure and calm.

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Because he had not only learned the royal family’s secrets in great depth from His Highness, but before that, had personally witnessed the death battle between that dynasty’s strongest father and son, seen light rise like a tide, city walls and buildings fall like forests.

Fire everywhere, screams everywhere.

Time was somewhat distant, memories already blurred, but the officer still couldn’t forget that at the end of that battle, he had fled holding the Crown Prince covered in blood.

Along the way, countless famous generals who fought the rear guard, royal family members who saw him as hope, were swallowed by the surging pale golden tide, not even dust remaining.

Finally, they brought nearly a hundred warships, fled the capital in misery, passed through maze formations, and came to this barren land, while His Highness also fell ill with an incurable “condition.”

After years of treatment, though he seemed recovered, he still couldn’t match his peak condition.

Such a him, falling into the abyss—how long could he hold out?

That seemingly magnificent tide, in the officer’s view, was no different from a swan song.

But even so, even with such regret and anger, his hand gripping the rail showing blue veins, the officer knew he still had to calm down.

Had to uphold His Highness’s will.

Though his sudden action was surely his own intention, it was more born of necessity—the necessity of knowing the light curtain would shatter and everyone on the ship would perish.

Then as his close aide and the fleet’s commander, the officer naturally had to prevent these things.

“Pass down the order—turn around and retreat, as fast as possible!”

Hearing the officer’s command, the generals looked at each other. Though still hesitant, thinking this should also be the Crown Prince’s will, they finally moved to arrange matters.

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With the young man as this torch-like “anchor,” presumably that ghostly ship could no longer return.

They would only become a burden staying here.

So before long, the great ship had opened sufficient distance from the ship of the dead, but still had no intention of completely withdrawing, apparently guarding against contingencies.

If something really happened to the Crown Prince, if that pale golden tide transmitted some signal, even knowing this journey would surely be more perilous than fortunate, they would surge forward.

And as the massive tower ship turned and withdrew, that young man dressed in a practical black short robe embroidered with exotic beasts had already approached that abyss.

After seeing the scene on the “deck,” some understanding arose in the young man’s black pupils.

Just as he and his subordinates had once suspected, this ghostly ship’s internal structure indeed had nothing in common with warships of the present world—only the front section had a deck.

Beyond that it suddenly sank down, forming a sinkhole-like, seemingly bottomless pit.

Naturally there was no superstructure or captain’s cabin either.

Around were high walls composed of bone and flesh, embedded with countless faces of different ages, completeness, and even races, watching him in the murky darkness.

Seeing him fall into the darkness, those thousands upon thousands of faces all twisted and howled.

Like celebrating the arrival of fresh blood food.

And the bottom of the black abyss dozens of meters below was, unexpectedly, a flat “land” filled and pieced together from countless grim skeletal remains.

Unlike the walls full of twisted faces, those skeletal remains were all hand bones, sharp claws, and even snake-like tail bones, densely tangled together.

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And when the young man was less than ten meters from the ground, they began to riot constantly like sharks smelling blood, reaching and probing toward him.

So the “land” became a violent “sea.”

A sea of purgatory.

“Clatter, clatter…”

All that entered his ears were miserable howls and bone-chilling collision sounds. All that could be seen was the rapidly approaching hands and claws surging like tidal waves.

If an ordinary person fell into this “sea,” they would instantly be grabbed by the ankle, either torn to pieces or dragged into the deepest depths where even their soul couldn’t find release.

But such an outcome clearly wasn’t prepared for the young man, at least not at this moment.

The Crown Prince leaped down, and the light streams that had originally struck the ghostly ship’s exterior and shattered into countless sparks naturally passed over the high walls and regathered following his descent.

Part swirled around his body, while more that couldn’t catch up trailed behind in the air above, forming large “gauze curtains” that looked like a huge cape dancing wildly.

“Tap.”

Just as before, the young man’s boot tip, neither light nor heavy, touched the fingertip of a skeletal hand that reached out first, like a giant’s palm from mythology.

“Bang!”

Instantly, the “cape” behind him seemed to roll in like a gale, shattering that giant hand into countless powder that scattered and was swept back into that “sea.”

The young man also used this momentum to leap up again, avoiding and landing toward another sharp claw.

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And whether giant hands, sharp claws, or whip-like tail bones, none could stop that figure’s advancing steps, all shattering and dispersing under the pale golden tide.

Though very quickly, the powder and fragments that fell into the “sea” returned to their original form and “lived” again, they still couldn’t block the young man for a moment.

He was constantly approaching the abyss’s center, approaching that skeletal island shrouded in ghostly mist, because he could sense that was undoubtedly where the ghostly ship’s vital core lay.

Though clear he was only “bait,” with opportunity before him the young man still wanted to try.

Though the old wounds in his body—or rather, what should be called his father emperor’s “generous gift”—hadn’t healed, this strange bone sea alone wasn’t enough to stop his steps.

But as this thought first fell, the Crown Prince’s pupils couldn’t help but contract slightly, because he heard howling wind and sensed great danger coming from behind.

What came was a heavy, mountain-like giant anchor.

Faster than it came was the miserable green light scattered by that torch, making the bone sea even more eerie, and the death bell that had been silent since the battle began…

Was finally rung.

“Clang, clang…”

Between the blue-green ghostly light and clear bell sounds, the young man felt his movements, heartbeat, and blood flow all rapidly slowing, even the “tide” around his body becoming unstable and turbulent. So he turned around with all his might.

Facing that heavy iron anchor, facing…

The skeletal giant that had finally entered the game.