Captain – Chapter 743 – Right and Wrong (Part Two)

Whether pierced by the young woman’s cold words, or reminded by her answer and choice of that long-departed woman who had once firmly refused and opposed him, the devil’s gaze became incomparably profound, though the light within it only grew more intense.

The next moment, the killing intent in his heart and his cold will all surged forth.

His world seemed to hear the unseen sounds of battle cries—the clash of blades and the sound of weapons entering flesh that had not yet rung out, but surely would. And so it responded.

This time, thunder truly rang out. From unknown origins, shadows deeper and more profound than night itself descended overhead, completely obscuring the clear starlight and moonlight.

Gray-black, somber tones replaced the ice plain’s uniform white.

Dragging this world that had only shown loneliness and coldness into boundless darkness all at once.

“Crack.”

In the darkness, a light sound suddenly rang out, as if ice crystals had shattered on the ground. And this was not the end, but only the opening of a grand “performance.”

Moments later, the wind suddenly intensified, and similar crisp sounds rapidly grew dense.

Accompanying the devil’s fully revealed killing intent, this dark world actually began to fall with drifting…

Snow!

Feeling countless snow pellets striking her body and face, along with bone-piercing cold, Roy’s gaze remained fixed without the slightest deviation on that blazing sun.

Having reached this point, nothing could conceal the scorching brilliance that person radiated. This snow was not self-deceiving illusion, nor was it even a physical substance.

It was the manifestation of that devil’s will, heavenly power descending.

Cold and merciless, it also signified that this divine battle had begun in earnest.

Standing at the center of the darkness and snow, though the offensive had not yet arrived, Roy was trembling slightly, feeling as if groans were emerging from the depths of her soul.

Not from fear, not from excessive nervousness, but from being shocked by intense familiarity.

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Boundless darkness, endless falling snow—then next came…

“Crack!”

From deep within the curtain of snow, a splitting sound seemed to come.

Immediately after, bright cracks suddenly appeared in the young woman’s dark golden eyes—they were complex, twisting lightning serpents, appearing by the hundreds and thousands.

Among wind, snow, and lightning flashes, the devil’s figure appeared and disappeared, like a death god wielding the power of life and death.

It all matched, everything matched.

Only at this moment did Roy lightly exhale, no longer trembling, her breathing gradually steadying.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, and while calming her mind, her thoughts drifted to that battle of wind and snow with her father aboard the Drowned Captain, finally understanding how extraordinary it had been.

In that devil’s battle, she had likewise been deeply trapped in darkness, with falling snow and rising lightning, and during it, scene after scene had appeared of that ancestor competing with her under the island’s rain.

At that time—no, it should be said until tonight—she had thought it was merely a recreation.

That her father had burned his life and invoked great power, thereby distorting the environment to recreate the situation of that battle, because unlike her, he was still under their ancestor’s curse and theoretically could not have witnessed the truth beneath that rainy night.

Roy had thought this, and that devil…

Had thought the same.

But who could have imagined that in this “divine realm,” on this ice plain that was either white or dark, she would encounter the same wind and snow, the same lightning and thunder!

Twenty years ago, in that tragic, nearly suicidal desperate assassination, that legend of old had gambled with his life and impossibly broke into Edward’s “divine realm,” memorizing every scene he witnessed before the black blade pierced his heart.

Followed by nightmare-like waiting from which he couldn’t wake, culminating in that final lesson burning out his life.

Truly unimaginable madness and tenacity.

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Yes, I should have thought of it earlier. Enzo’s craziness, of course he learned it from you.

Truly passed down through the generations…

The complex thoughts and truth flashed by in an instant. Roy immediately raised her eyes again, and her pupils reflecting the lightning and snow pellets illuminated pale gradually brightened.

Like a fierce tiger opening its eyes in the long night.

“Whoosh…”

In the howling wind, the snow gradually intensified.

Each snow pellet had grown into an extremely thin, sharp snow flake like a small blade. As the young woman exhaled, they came overwhelming with lightning serpents.

Tremendous pressure arrived suddenly.

So Roy moved.

What made the man standing in the wind and snow involuntarily raise his eyebrows was that the young woman chose neither to retreat temporarily nor release her great power to try seizing dominance, but rather fiercely and silently plunged headlong into the ocean of snow and lightning.

Like a cornered beast with no way out, wanting to stake everything on fading heat and courage.

But one must know that in this level of combat, any emotion or so-called luck was useless. If she blindly rushed in and got caught in the trap…

Death would be certain, with absolutely no possibility of fortune.

Have you gone mad?

The devil thought silently, feeling that if she had been consumed by pride or vengeful desire right at the start of battle, then the tremor he’d felt because of her was too laughable.

You say I can’t see right from wrong, but look—who walked into error from the very beginning…

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His lightning-fast thoughts suddenly froze. The devil’s eyebrows, which had not fully lowered due to his mood, shot up again, and his hand gripping the curved blade unconsciously tightened.

The Pirate King, who had still not understood the young woman’s mad act, now faced her as if confronting a great enemy.

Because the deadly spider web woven from snow and lightning had actually been forcibly “broken through” by Roy, who seemed like a moth to flame, a beast with no way out, as she killed her way toward him with cold indifference.

Where was the small beast lost on the ice plain? She was fundamentally a beast king born and raised here!

Amid wind, snow, and lightning flashes, Roy leaped continuously moving forward unstoppably, using her curved blade enhanced by great power and the black sword flowing with death intent to block and slice through snow and lightning.

Rain filled the sky, yet not a drop touched her.

As if before the battle even began, she had already known the pulse of the invisible great power beneath appearances.

This was an unimaginable scene.

And one must know that despite having nearly half his magic entangled, the power the Pirate King invested in this battle still far exceeded Gerard’s on the ship of the dead back then.

Even if Roy’s great power was complete and all her authority present, at most she would barely match him. To want to break through without a single drop touching her was simply delusional.

But reality was the complete opposite.

In that sea, the young woman was like an agile, comfortable fish, easily finding the weak points in the currents, then breaking through, bravely swimming toward the shadows in the depths.

The distance of less than thirty meters between them was covered in mere breaths at that speed.

Roy pressed forward, her Iskavian curved blade meeting that merciless strange curved blade slashing down, sweeping up at an angle, striking “just right” at its slightly weaker point.

“Clang!”

A crisp ring spread out, sparks flying.

Because the great power on her blade was slightly weaker, and she had to be distracted watching the lightning and snow surrounding her from all sides, this exchange that should have given the young woman the upper hand ended in a draw.

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Both retreated, regrouping.

Feeling the lingering shock in his wrist, the devil glanced at the slightly dimmed spot where the crystal curved blade had been struck, then looked toward Roy, who had used magic to temporarily hold open a corner, avoiding the harassment of snow and strikes of lightning, and after a moment of silence said flatly:

“Not bad luck.”

Although he had thought earlier that in this divine battle, there absolutely could not be luck factors, besides this, the man could find no second reason to explain everything.

With his power, he could naturally see how the young woman had broken through earlier.

She had not failed to move her great power, but rather had firmly condensed it close around her body, using it to intercept the attacking snow and lightning after they struck first, which allowed her to swim through this ocean and offset the disadvantage in this aspect as much as possible.

Thus transforming her body into a sharp blade, forcibly killing her way before him.

But this seemingly simple battle tactic was actually almost impossible to achieve.

Because she had no reason to predict where that snow, that lightning would come from. Even gods, as long as they existed in the mortal world, couldn’t achieve prescience.

That earlier blade strike was even more unreasonable—how did it happen to fall precisely on his weak point?

All of this, besides luck, how else could it be explained?

“Luck? No, no, no, ancestor. You know better than I that doesn’t make sense.”

Hearing the devil’s assessment of her, Roy steadied her breathing and smiled while shaking her head, then raised her blade again, violently bursting through the “passage” only a few meters away yet so dense with wind, snow, and lightning serpents that it seemed like a wall, slashing at him once more.

At the same time, her cold, judgment-like voice arrived along the cold wind she brought.

“In this battle, that should be called…”

“Fate!”