Captain – Chapter 728 – Devil’s Confrontation, Giant Ships Collide

Chapter 728: Devil’s Confrontation, Giant Ships Collide

After saying those words of declaration, Roy left.

Caine remained standing still, watching the captain’s retreating figure until she disappeared beneath the side rail, then withdrew his gaze and looked toward the distant thunder sea.

From beginning to end, they remained very calm.

No attempts to detain, no extra words, even though they both knew this battle was fraught with extreme danger.

They might very well part forever, or go to hell together.

But so what?

The sweet words that should be said, the responsibilities to share together, countless bittersweet experiences had all been deeply carved into these years of companionship—what need was there to deliberately express or mention them now?

Now the end was right before their eyes. That isolated island blocking her freedom and his vision, where everything began, was right before their eyes. So what was there left to wait for?

Just as the captain said—let’s begin.

As his thoughts gradually settled, Caine reached out to grasp the hilt at his waist, quietly waiting for everyone to take their positions.

At this moment, in the depths of his blue eyes, there was no longer any trace of tenderness, only the severity of frost and the majesty of a lion, only brilliant thunder darkening the old sea.

Only… the old world that should be scattered by new winds.

Finally, everything was ready.

Roy had returned to the Goddess Hestia, the returning warships that had rejoined formation found their positions, the fleet array was solidified again, and his adjutant’s request for instructions came from behind.

“Marshal, everyone is in position.”

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The “everyone” here naturally didn’t refer only to the Pilgrimage, but to the great power from the present world.

Sturdy ships and sharp cannons, united hearts and countless people.

Hearing this, the young man standing at the bow, upright as a battle flag, responded faintly.

Then he drew his curved blade, pointing it directly at that storm.

After a crisp “clang,” his calm and powerful command fell upon the ears of all officers.

“All officers, listen to orders. Everything according to established arrangements…”

“Advance.”

As his words fell, under the clear azure sky, a great wind suddenly arose. The originally chaotic and inconsistent waves and undercurrents quietly transformed, becoming assistance for hundreds of warships.

Led by the Goddess Hestia, represented by the Pilgrimage, under the guidance of the Empire’s six giant ships, the magnificent fleet symbolizing the history and civilization of the present world began to advance, moving toward that sea filled with thunder, storms, and even ghostly blue.

Viewed from the horizon, it looked exactly like a curved blade suddenly unsheathed, with unstoppable sharpness.

Ready to cut down all enemies blocking the way.

And as if angered by this scene, the pitch-black sea of clouds that had previously only lingered above that nameless island began to silently spread southward, soon touching that patch of blue sky and then swallowing all the white clouds and sunlight.

Thus very quickly, the present world’s fleet charged into, or rather was swallowed by, the profound shadows like a ghostly giant mouth. What followed was boundless water mist and violent rain.

In the deep curtain of rain, those blazing lightning bolts and eerie waves seemed to have gained life.

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Countless lightning serpents emerged from the sea of clouds, roaring as they bit toward the warships that had invaded the “divine land,” while the originally clear and powerful winds and waves pushing the ships forward showed signs of violent turbulence, wanting to destroy everything.

As if in the next moment, water tornadoes reaching from heaven to earth, wider than the scope of a great city, and massive whirlpools seemingly leading directly to hell, would reappear in this old sea.

Reenacting the tragedy that befell the first fleet led by the Tyrant years ago.

This was the devil’s great power, the divine might about to descend, nearly unstoppable.

Unless… another near-divine being stirred.

At the bow of the Pilgrimage.

Even facing approaching disaster, Caine still stood in his original position. In his eyes reflecting the striking lightning serpents and dancing water mist, not even the slightest fluctuation could be seen.

Only bone-deep coldness, and completely opposite to that, the blazing fire of revenge burning fiercely.

He would never forget that rainy night from years ago.

Those capsized warships, the soldiers who had found eternal rest but whose remains couldn’t be found, had presumably already been turned into mindless ghosts by that despicable devil.

Just like that night curtain that hadn’t completely disappeared but had already been used as a blade by that person.

Then they should be truly liberated.

Looking at the ram-like prow emerging first from the thin mist in the deeper parts of the storm sea—the “Tyrant” that was still majestic and cold but had been completely shrouded in ghostly blue radiance—Caine thought silently, but his curved blade still hung at his side.

After being enveloped by the storm, he didn’t do anything more.

Because the formal battle hadn’t begun yet, because he knew clearly this curved blade couldn’t change anything.

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More because he knew there was still someone standing between him, everyone on the fleet, even the entire present world, and that invisible great power that claimed lives and stole souls.

The legend of old, Captain Gerard Roy.

Sure enough, the tragedy didn’t repeat.

As the present world’s fleet arrived, the dramatically changed weather and waves changed again in an instant.

Among those tens of thousands of lightning serpents striking madly, suddenly nearly half became twisted and stagnant, and moments later they abruptly turned direction, crashing into the lightning beside them.

For a moment thunder continued endlessly, the sky became completely blazing white, as if night had ended and dawn had broken in an instant.

And the chaotic, violent waves, though they didn’t regroup to escort and clear the way for them, seemed to be bearing heavy pressure and became unusually docile.

Only the occasional collapses and surges revealed the confrontation between two devils.

The strange changes in the sea area naturally made many soldiers and pirates anxious and unsettled. Even though they had been informed of the existence of transcendent great power before the battle, experiencing it firsthand was ultimately different. Fortunately, the young man’s voice rang in their ears in time.

“Don’t panic, everything as usual.”

That kind of calm was truly infectious, just like every speech that officer had given.

The mutual slaughter of lightning continued, and the sea surface still occasionally collapsed and erupted.

In the solemn atmosphere, the fleets of the present world and the old era finally met.

After issuing commands to the commanders of the six Empire giant ships including the Pilgrimage in the first moment, Caine looked toward the side rail. Ever since Roy had left and the fleet had advanced, a ghostly graceful figure had appeared there.

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It was naturally the ship spirit who, according to the captain’s request, was responsible for relaying messages and controlling the Goddess Hestia. Seeing the young man look over now, she naturally understood what he meant.

Just earlier, while coldly observing the battle between devils, Caine had already informed her of the general battle plan, mainly concerning the Goddess Hestia.

After reading the first mate’s expression, the ship spirit turned to look at the giant ship at the very front, ghostly light flowing in her eyes. Thus in the next moment, the Goddess Hestia suddenly accelerated.

At the same time, the curtains fell and gun ports opened wide, her intent falling into everyone’s hearts.

After doing all this, the giant ship charged like a heavy hammer toward the “Tyrant” that had appeared first outside the mist, looking somewhat broken.

In the violent wind and rain, the two giant warships rapidly approached, then silently collided.

“Thud.”

In the boundless thunder sea, a slight muffled sound seemed to echo.

Immediately following was the explosive roar of splashing seawater and the harsh cracking sound of ship hulls bending and breaking.

After a series of violent sounds, the “Tyrant,” which seemed roughly the same scale as the Goddess Hestia, turned sideways, capsized, and its hull was already severely damaged.

As for the blade-like ram that met it head-on, even the entire bow section was completely smashed.

This ship, once the pinnacle creation of Auran military might, after experiencing wave strikes and lightning, and later being forcibly brought back midway to the “underworld,” only had a weak shell remaining. Naturally it was no match for the ancient weapon that could resist giant serpents.

Accompanied by the pirates’ roars, cannon fire and gunpowder smoke finally materialized in the storm sea.

Tearing open the curtain of this war for the world.