Following the descent of his words, a massive gale assaulted his face, causing him to feel suffocated. Within the darkness, the mournful wails of vengeful spirits could be heard. It was as though a gigantic flag was fluttering at high speed within this narrow cabin cabin. Peng peng peng peng!
Such a loud commotion naturally alarmed the pirates guarding the Black Pearl. They had already gathered on the deck, and with their swords and axes in hand, they raised their torches and poured down while cursing loudly. The Black Pearl, which had shaken the winds and the clouds of the caribbean sea, had suffered a huge loss a few days ago, causing them to be incomparably gloomy. Now that they had obtained an adequate excuse, they naturally unleashed a frenzy of venting.
In front of Sheyan, the distinct sound of ice shattering could be heard. A bowl-sized horse hoof carried an unparalleled might, as it tore apart the fetters of space and time. Trampling ferociously, it stomped down onto the cabinet containing Morgan Fokke's diary. Instantly, the cabinet shattered into pieces! Instantly, it shattered into powder the size of a fingernail! Then, it crumbled into specks of ice dust. One could tell how mighty it was.
Fortunately, Sheyan had already tied a transparent string to Morgan Fokke's diary. The moment the hooves appeared, Sheyan pulled the diary with his hand! Then, he pulled the diary over. By a hair's breadth, he managed to evade the trampling of the horse hoof.
However, in that split second of delay, half of the demon horse Momore's humongous body had already emerged from the void. It mercilessly trampled down onto the Black Pearl's cabin cabin, causing the entire Black Pearl to shake violently. Following that, Little Lord Fokke, who was riding on demon horse Momore, revealed a gigantic hand clad in a steel chain mail glove.
The index finger and middle finger of that steel black hand were pressed together, as it callously pointed towards Sheyan!
In this instance, Sheyan felt as though he had fallen into a terrifying nightmare.
Just like the darkest hour before dawn, several pairs of gigantic hands were forcefully pressing down on his neck, choking him in a deathly stillness! Suffocating to the point where it was difficult to breathe! Just as he was about to breathe his last, he suddenly screamed and struggled out. His body seemed to have birthed a formless force, as a slap slapped his nose, causing blood to flow out from his nose. His teeth flew out, as he was forcibly awoken from his nightmare.
But even so, the feeling of suffocation was still there, as if a sticky poison was attached to his throat!
Not only him, even the sky, clouds, and air outside seemed to be suppressed by this terrifying pressure. They all lowered their heads in silence, only the waves that would never stop surging and whimpering unwillingly.
So powerful!
At present, if others were to look at Sheyan, they would be able to see a layer of black miasma hovering around his entire body. Like a serpent, the black miasma slithered in and out of his seven orifices, appearing extremely bizarre.
At present, Sheyan naturally wouldn't foolishly await his death here. After scheming for a long time, his objective wasn't to engage in a bloody battle with Little Lord Fokke. Although the demon horse Momore was extremely awe-inspiring, it had a downside – it was exceedingly massive. With Little Lord Fokke riding on it, the area it occupied was exceedingly vast. It was absolutely unrealistic to want to gallop in the narrow hold of the Black Pearl.
Hence, Sheyan directly rushed out of the doorway. Behind him, a series of ice cracking sounds could be heard. At present, his balance seemed to have been affected, as he landed miserably on his face. After a roll, he continued sprinting forward with his hands and legs.
Yet at present, Little Lord Fokke was already riding on Momore. Like a tank, the demon horse rampaged out from the hold of the Black Pearl, sending wood splinters flying everywhere it passed!
Fortunately, at this moment, the fake eye Ragnarok had already brought a group of people with torches as they rushed down. Sheyan instantly rolled around miserably as he yelled out.
"Dammit! Why are you fools only arriving now, the enemy is destroying our Black Pearl! "
At present, Sheyan purposely smeared some dust onto his face. In addition to the dusky flickering torchlight, who could recognize that he wasn't a crew of the Black Pearl? Most importantly, regardless of Little Lord Fokke's strength, his prestige was sufficient. His domineering aura was exposed, and he firmly held the entire crowd in his grasp. Using his face to ridicule the crowd, his actions were indeed destroying the Black Pearl. Therefore, Ragnarok immediately raised a rusty kitchen knife and furiously roared.
"You damned idiot! This floor was just cleaned by me …... kneel down and lick it dry …... clean. "
The final word 'clean' was uttered by Ragnarok while he was flying backwards! Little Lord Fokke didn't even need to lift a hand. Instead, the demon horse Momore bluntly raised its bowl sized left front hoof and stomped down!
Ragnarok roared loudly as his entire body flew backwards. His fake eye landed on the ground with a thud as it bounced several times. His entire body was trampled by the horse's powerful hoof. Kacha! Kacha! Who knew how many partitions and walls of the cabin he had smashed into during his flight.
What was even funnier was that he probably didn't hold his hatchet firmly when he was kicked, and was sent flying. Moreover, his hatchet strangely spun several times in midair before it heavily slammed down. Boom! It deeply chopped into the floor.
When Ragnarok suffered an ambush, the other pirates of the Black Pearl naturally wouldn't sit idly by. They bit their pigtails as they raised their weapons and roared furiously as they pounced forward. Although their battle prowess wasn't too formidable, that was only relative! How could they be mediocre when they were able to become the crew of three legendary battleships? According to Sheyan's conjecture, even if their immortal physique was removed, their battle prowess wouldn't be inferior to Blacksail or Davis. Therefore, from start to finish, Sheyan had no intention of engaging with these freaks.
7-8 frenzied pirates pounced forward simultaneously. In such a narrow space, it was rather disadvantageous for Little Lord Fokke. At this moment, Little Lord Fokke faintly raised his head. His ice-cold eyes flickered with a chilling glint beneath his mask. Even the iron plates of his plate armor were surging with a raging golden wind. His sweeping gaze carried a penetrating chill, as though he wanted to inject a deathly chill into everyone's internal organs.
Seizing this golden opportunity, Sheyan turned to flee. Instead, Little Lord Fokke suddenly extended his right hand and slashed down roughly 45 degrees in the air. Instantly, a boundless void appeared where his right hand slashed down. Within it, large clumps of black miasma revolved around a deep crimson speck. Then, it abruptly shot forward towards Sheyan!
'Deathly Coil'!
Fortunately, the speed of the black miasma didn't seem to be too fast. Sheyan abruptly dove to the side and hid in a corner where his line of sight couldn't reach. Instead, that black miasma was like a maggot latching onto a bone, as it bluntly chased after him. Sheyan instantly released a mournful shriek.
Little Lord Fokke's eyes leaked out a sneer and ridicule. His actions were rather serene and unhurried. Observing his appearance, it was as though he wasn't being surrounded by 7-8 pirates of the Black Pearl, but was standing before his own throne.
Without any visible movement, he had already gripped onto his sword hilt. Then, he faintly drew out half of his sword blade. This sword blade was translucent and translucent. It was as though it was congealed from ice, and extremely distinct blood red veins extended across its surface. Combining together, they formed a distinct rune, as though it was clearly engraved into one's mind. When it entered everyone's eyes, for some unknown reason, their hearts involuntarily released a low wail.
An uneasy hiss.
"Go to hell."
Little Lord Fokke indifferently declared. His voice wasn't loud, but it was muffled and heavy. It was like a chopstick directly piercing into one's eardrums, causing one's internal organs to shudder in panic. Their hearts were impetuous and irritable, unable to be pacified.
Then, his sword chopped down towards a pirate in front of him! Wherever the runic sword blade passed, even the moisture in the air was congealed, as it emitted crisp crackling sounds.
A pirate raised his sailor axe to block. Where the axe and sword blade clashed, large amounts of ice instantly congealed. The ice rapidly extended to the surface of the pirate's body, and instantly froze him into an ice sculpture.
Little Lord Fokke sneered disdainfully, as he swept his sword horizontally. Yet another pirate pounced forward, as his fists were covered in brass knuckles. Then, he smashed against the ice sword! Unexpectedly, the sound of metal clashing resounded! Following that, another fist smashed against Little Lord Fokke's chest armour.
Yet at this moment, Little Lord Fokke's backhand chopped down vertically, chopping that pirate to the ground. That pirate was rapidly frozen solid. As for the demon horse Momore, it raised its four hooves and trampled ferociously.
Yet another pirate pounced forward. Little Lord Fokke lowered his body, and once again swept his sword in reverse. In a flash, that pirate was chopped from his left shoulder to his right crotch, splitting him into two. Yet strangely, there wasn't a single drop of blood. Following that, that pirate's arms were still able to move. Then, he squeezed his body together, and without crawling back up, he directly hugged Momore's hooves while howling wildly!
"It's him!! It's him, I recognize him! The old captain passed away because of him. Crew head Hanst was also killed by him! This is that damned Lord Fokke. "
*****
Watching this scene, many would definitely guess: Oh shit, so cliché. Using pirates to beat up the captain to profit from it.
But why would I, Rolling Earth, write something that you can guess? Hehe.
Just like how you can't guess that I'm taking leave today to receive an IV drip ….
I've been coughing for a few days now, as though I've contracted the Black Death. The doctor's initial diagnosis is pneumonia. That's why I rushed out this chapter today before receiving an IV drip.
I'll resume updating tomorrow. Thank you everyone for your understanding and support. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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