Captain – Chapter 693 – A Possible Future, The Advancing Black Blade

No thoughts, only moving forward.

Wind and snow came rushing toward her, while electric serpents surged up from countless tricky angles. In just a few short steps, the danger the girl sensed had climbed to its peak.

And it was still rising. Before even reaching halfway, it had already exceeded the level of her final step from the previous attempt.

This meant that the man beyond the snow curtain had unleashed the great power within his body like a tide, holding nothing back. But the stronger this power became, the more it also indicated…

That black blade had stabbed very deep. This was very likely the final burst of that dying flame.

Just as the girl had worried before, this was indeed the last time.

The only remaining chance.

But facing the wind, snow, and lightning flashes that came with unexpected force, after confirming this was that person’s swan song, Roy’s face and even her dark gold pupils remained calm.

Like a waveless sea, just like the gods and near-gods she had seen in the past.

At this moment, no emotions existed in her heart. There wasn’t even a fragment of that person’s earlier words of encouragement. She was focused like never before.

No longer thinking about anything, no longer thinking about how to break through the situation, but letting her body dance like a butterfly.

Following every scene and every attempt that she had experienced and learned, seemingly carved into the depths of her soul, she moved, dodging or blocking, gradually advancing through the wind and snow.

Though wounds continued to appear on her body as her steps fell, her forward momentum no longer showed the slightest hesitation or stagnation as it had in the past.

Incomparably natural, as if returning home.

The girl broke through the wind and snow, burying her head as she moved forward, step by step walking the familiar dangerous path, getting closer and closer to that snow curtain and the warmth behind it. She paid no heed to the cold and pain that assailed her body, nor to her vision that gradually blurred as her great power flew away.

The closer to the endpoint, the stronger the pressure formed by that person’s will became, almost taking physical form.

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Correspondingly, with each step Roy took, her injuries became more severe. Her eyes that had originally blazed like torches had become completely dim by the time she approached the end of the dangerous path.

She looked somewhat pitiful, like a moth chasing fire, with no final outcome except burning out.

But she herself, and those watching this scene, probably didn’t think so.

Because in fact, she was that sun.

That would illuminate the endless snowy night.

Finally, Roy was only three or four steps away from that person. Vaguely sensing this was the place, her heart sea that was colder and more desolate than the wind and snow finally rippled slightly.

She thought to herself that the key to everything was not in that final step—that was merely a trap.

A terrible and shameless design by the devil.

The real reversal would begin from here!

As this thought fell, the captain’s curved blade that had been held horizontally in front of her, blocking several lightning flashes, lowered slightly. The blade turned, angling toward that snow curtain in a somewhat peculiar way.

She stepped forward with a form like wind, and the curved blade brought up a flash of bright blade light.

Under the reflection of the snow flakes filling the sky, it was incomparably sharp and cold.

Just as Roy took this step, the scenery before her eyes completely changed, and she faintly heard thunder in her ears—no, that was real thunder.

The dark sea was no more. In its place was genuine night, a stormy night.

The fierce wind still raged at her sides, only the falling snow had become a heavy, profound curtain of rain. The distant sky shrouded in mist was frequently lit by brilliant lightning that surged like a tide.

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In a flash faster than the blink of an eye, Roy seemed to cross time and sea, arriving at that rainy night twenty years ago, arriving at the isolated island, appearing before…

The devil.

Though the rain curtain still provided some concealment, it was ultimately not like the snow curtain. Thus the Pirate King’s slightly lean but seemingly sky-reaching figure appeared in her eyes.

For certain reasons, the girl couldn’t see his face clearly, didn’t know what emotion was on his features, but she could see, or rather foresee, that he was raising his curved blade, poised to strike. This scene was something she had never witnessed before.

Because this was not the past, but a possible future that she had already changed!

At this moment, time seemed infinitely stretched.

Under the fierce wind and sudden rain, between the pale lightning flashes, Roy broke through standing water, avoided electric serpents, and pressed forward against the invisible great power and that crystal-like ethereal curved blade.

The ghostly light and lightning illuminated her face with perfect clarity—snow-white and pale, with completely dimmed yet still resolute eyes that reflected the approaching blade.

But immediately after, what seemed like coincidence but was more like a scene ordained by fate appeared.

The blade light that had advanced together with the girl, that had broken through countless snowflakes and now cut through the torrential rain, naturally appeared ahead, meeting that strangely-shaped curved blade.

And then…

“Clang!”

Sparks flew everywhere. In the face of this calculated strike against an unsuspecting opponent, before the stunning slash that the girl had delivered after searching countless paths, the devil’s curved blade actually flew from his hand!

Facing that tremendous force, facing the wind and rain wrapped in determination, the strongest devil in this world—who seemed capable of calculating everything—finally showed a flaw and retreated half a step.

His front was full of openings.

So with a clear shout filled with killing intent, the girl bent forward, closing into the devil’s embrace. What she held in her hand was no longer a curved blade.

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During the previous collision, that blade had either reluctantly or naturally flown away.

What now took its place was something Roy gripped with both hands…

A black blade deep as an abyss.

“Puff!”

The muffled sound of a blade entering flesh rang out like a bell that awakened the world, making everything quiet. No longer could wind, rain, or thunder be heard—only chaotic or calm breathing.

And the heartbeat close at hand.

So the night faded, and the cold rain became snow again. She returned to the dark sea and heard the weak but incomparably gentle voice that rang in her ears.

“You were right after all, child…”

“I’m proud of you.”

As the words fell, the wind and snow ceased.

At the same time, the snow outside also stopped, the sea wind gradually calmed. Only the continuous sounds of cannon fire, explosions, and the howls and wails of evil spirits on the ghost ship still echoed.

Goddess Hestia, main mast crossbeam.

“Meow.”

Without looking at the sky—or rather, the cat didn’t need these strange phenomena to see clearly everything happening in that ship, because it was close now and its perception could connect to those few gray hairs suppressed by the jade seal. So it called out softly.

Not in sentiment, much less in reluctance, but simply giving orders to the raven behind it.

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Instructing it to call for a halt to this battle, because from here on, it was completely unnecessary.

Though Alfie was somewhat hesitant about this, constrained by the cat’s accumulated “authority” over the years, after a moment it obediently flew up to convey that will.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!”

The raven’s sharp cries echoed above the giant ship and the Nightmare King, causing countless people to pause in their actions and look at each other in confusion. Those on the deck of the Goddess Hestia naturally turned their gazes toward the young man at the front.

He was, of course, Richi, who had come to temporarily take the captain’s position and was responsible for the overall situation of this battle.

Feeling the silence that fell behind him, looking at the Drowned Captain with its somewhat strange condition, the young man patted the ship’s rail and after thinking for a while, turned around.

Meeting the various gazes, Richi’s eyebrows drooped slightly, showing some dissatisfaction.

But because he understood the raven, knowing that though it was troublesome, it would never be careless about serious matters, and whoever could make it deliver orders was certainly trustworthy, after a period of silence, the young man sighed and gave his order.

“You all heard it. Your captain’s beloved pet has spoken, so obediently do as it says.”

“Cease fire, then go notify those eastern people.”

After speaking, he left the bow and walked toward the side rail, clearly intending to return to the Nightmare King.

Because he knew that since the “mysterious person” had ordered a ceasefire, it meant this battle was nearing its end and about to conclude. The affairs within that ghost ship were the same.

However, he still couldn’t figure out one thing: who exactly had given the order?

Could it be… that Roy had learned to transmit her voice across great distances?

If that were true, it would be far too much like cheating.