Black sail

Chapter 58 LVIII. The Strongest Black Sail Pirates

Secret Harbor.

Inside the sea cliff karst cave.

The wind and rain were swaying, and the rain formed thin lines and made infinitely violent ripples on the sea.

The priest of the state religion of Aram, Marcus, is not without wisdom.

Under the "Petition Umbrella" tree, the Dragon of Eternity and Time has long given guidance.

But Marcus didn't come around in a hurry.

In Syria, the pope and the emperor were divided.

Politics does not mean that the hostile relationship will be life and death. Every step must be strategized and out-of-the-box thinking.

Since it is impossible to eliminate your influence, you should make use of the high and low, and state affairs are important.

In places where Alan did not fully control, missionaries were sent out as the vanguard to form a cognitive community, and then slowly integrate into Alan's cultural circle and become a usable population resource.

Although the Principality of Bema today has a sworn feud with Alan.

But religion has a strong social service nature, and the poorer and more miserable the place is, the more it needs a set of logic to explain the phenomenon.

The reason why the old king lost so badly and let the common people have a bad life is because he disobeyed the Dragon Lord. As long as he believes in the Dragon Lord, everything will be fine.

It sounds absurd, Bema has been killed for a generation, and too many war widows have been reduced to prostitutes.

The remaining young and middle-aged people also had to embark on the ruthless "Golden Belt Road", and they were all conquered.

How could you believe in the enemy’s religion?
But it is true.

Just like the atomic bomb was blown from the sky, no matter how atheistic people are, they will long for such an existence to suddenly appear to save the common people, let alone the superstitious Western Continent.

And poverty, famine, and banditry are the atomic bombs that fell on the head of the Principality of Bema.

The Lord of Eternity and Time is an existence that can be longed for, and the country that longs for this god, the country is rich and the people are strong, has ironclad evidence.

Fight openly and secretly against the flowers on the other side, the Dragon Lord will give you a home.

Even on the east coast, there are churches, congregants, and guardians of the Eternal Sect. This is the hard power of the first religious brother in the Western Continent.

Marcus is far from the person whose brain was burned by the sect as Zahak imagined. He understands the current situation and what this matter means to Alan.

In this foreign country, they are constrained everywhere, and the soldiers borrowed from the admiral are few who are really brave.

The only thing that is truly reliable is...

Children of the Dragon of Eternity and Time.

Micah on the boat looked at the people on the shore, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"Fuck you..."

Mika didn't know what else to use to express his current state of mind besides these four words.

Hundreds of torches illuminate the entire cave.

The mentally handicapped, five-meter-tall demented giant hugged a large oil drum and slammed it onto the ground.

The oil drum is filled with cloth strips, and the effect is self-evident.

Zahak had previously sent out a hundred military policemen to support them. They had bows and arrows in their hands. They wrapped the arrows in cloth strips and lit them on torches.

There were also two hundred Taoist guards that Marcus had brought from around Linden City. Although their equipment was not sophisticated enough, they were only clothed in leather armor, but they were also bewildered. The emotion contained in their eyes was an unimaginable frenzy.

They also took up the rockets one after another.

In addition, there are more than [-] priests brought by Marcus from the territory of Alan. Sen Leng's dark heavy plate armor is a bit bloated, and the black iron dragon mask only shows two holes for eyes. Black hole, like an abyss.

And Marcus himself, with dry hair, metal chin, masochistic scratched face, wearing chain mail, holding a scripture, standing on the shore with one hand behind his back.

An extremely terrifying pressure came.

Even Fen, who has always been calm and composed, felt as if he was facing an enemy, a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, and he couldn't help looking at the fragments of the stele in his arms.

Maybe I can only use this thing as a medium, but I will definitely suffer backlash, maybe I will die.

Is it time to test yourself?

Fortunately it is.

Marcus didn't intend to do anything, but just stood still. Although Fern didn't know what tricks to play, the longer the delay, the better. He knew the skills of the others in Heifan and would definitely return to help.

Marcus could have attacked immediately, but he had concerns.

The Dragon Lord has manifested.

It's not that it never happens, but it happens very rarely, and every time it is an important point of difference that affects the direction of the entire world.

Even when the "Disaster Witch" was rescued from prison, the Dragon Lord did not give any instructions.

It's because of something else.

Someone on this ship, or an item, or metaphysically, the fate of this ship is very important.

This keeps Marcus from acting rashly, protecting something amazingly fragile.

"We want to check on the ship, please accommodate."

His voice was extremely hoarse, perhaps because of the metal jaw.

Fen adheres to the principle of procrastinating as much as possible and doesn't mind chatting for a while.

"This is a private boat, the captain is not here, you can wait for half an hour, and he will come back."

Fern calmed down, and already had a strategy. These people have been in the inland for a long time, and they don't know the dangers of the coast.

Although Marcus ordered people to raise rockets, he currently has no intention of burning the ship. In that case, the things would be destroyed and sink into the sea, swept away by the undercurrent, and disappear without a trace.

But he had to show Finn a little of his power.

He called out the name of the five-meter tall demented giant.

Next scene.

Micah's soul is going to be frightened, how can he stand it?
"Everyone! Wollman! Hold on to the mast!"

Fen shouted, it doesn't matter even if the upper half of the hull is smashed, there are materials in the warehouse, and Heywood can repair it.

The lower half of the hull cannot be taken care of, the mast is the most important, if it is smashed, everyone will be trapped here.

The demented giant forcibly lifted a large stone weighing about two tons from the ground. The formation was as scary as possible.

He picked up the boulder, and then slammed it towards the ship, flying nearly a hundred meters away in a terrifying parabola, and burst towards the mast.

Fen quickly pulled out the magic thread, forming a giant net, tearing the oncoming giant rock into more than a dozen pieces of rubble, and the power was dispersed.

However, a part of the hull was still pierced, a huge burst pierced the hole, the railing on the side of the ship was also smashed, and sawdust flew wildly.

One of the hundreds of catties of gravel was about to hit the mast.

Wollman's tall body stretched out his hand to block it, but his arm was shaking and blood was oozing out.

Fern knew that Marcus was getting serious.

"You folks from the interior have rusted your brains."

Fin pressed his monocle.

When it comes to who is the strongest in the Black Sail Pirates, it's not me, nor Morrison.

Undisputed yes.

The Furmac King's Revenge.

Now it is aimed at the shore with a T-shaped advantage.

With Fern's order.

There are 36 reinforced cannons on board, eighteen on one side.

At this time, the wooden boards on the hull to prevent the naval guns from being eroded by seawater and rain were turned over, revealing eighteen terrifying cannons.

Marcus' eyelids twitched.

(End of this chapter)