Fairy’s Box

The waves rolled on the sea with the same color as the water and the sky, the splashed water droplets appeared crystal clear in the sun, and the high-pitched screams of seagulls were broadcast with the fresh morning breeze.

The Quincy slowly moved toward the Candy Sea. The waves gently patted the bow and sides of the ship, and the foam that rose was like a snow-white flower, shining under the blue sky.

"It seems close."

Yale stretched out a hand, and his index finger pointed to the sea in the distance. Looking in the direction he pointed, a pole was erected faintly at the end of the sea where everyone could see, dividing the sky into left and right halves.

It was actually a lighthouse, an ingenious structure built on a black reef.

After the hull approached the lighthouse, everyone discovered that there was actually a small sandy beach under the reef.

One after another, the light of the morning sun shines from the sky on the water, the sand beach and the lighthouse, and the yellow sand is shining like an open-air golden hill. The waves rise and fall from time to time, creating regular fine lines on the beach. The tower body stands in the blue sky with clear outlines.

At the top of the lighthouse is a giant pirate flag. On the flag is a waving skull in a pirate hat, lipstick, and fluff on the brim and collar. This is the flag of the witch Charlotte Ringling.

"The lighthouse doesn't seem to be guarded."

Yalei felt that there was no life activity in the lighthouse. He raised his head and turned his eyes to the pirate flag fluttering in the wind. He frowned in confusion.

"..."

Edward glanced at Brother Octopus with a lingering fear, and saw it floating lazily in the bathtub without any intention of speaking, so he hurriedly said:

"In Candy Sea, this kind of thing is normal."

"How to say?"

"That witch is extremely cruel. She often kills her own son because she can't eat sweets. The guard stationed at this lighthouse is likely to be killed by her." He wore a big shiny bald head. , said with a serious face.

"There is such a thing."

The dark-haired knight's eyes gush out a jet-black stream of flames, staring at the flag, and said with a cold smile: "Then she will pay the price for her willfulness this time."

"..."

Edward didn't say anything, he just stepped back, lowered his eyebrows and grabbed the mop to continue cleaning the deck.

He is very clear about his current position, not to mention the unfathomable "black beard", even the weakest flat-chested woman here is not an opponent he can defeat.

Although Charlotte Lingling is the emperor who is high in the hearts of the pirates, the ruler of the candy sea, and one of the invincible top four. But Edward could still feel that the man in front of him didn't care about her at all—not just contempt at this level, but an attitude of this level that could be erased with a flick of his hand.

That kind of restrained force field, undisturbed control, and abyss-like appetite, Edward had only seen it once when he was looking at Whitebeard from a distance.

...

"Boss, look, that's the port of the Charlotte Pirates!" Kara shouted eagerly, pointing to the expanding coastline in the distance.

Viewed from the deck of the Quincy, the port was methodically functioning under the reddish sun that had just risen from the sea. Fishing boats and merchant ships are entering and exiting from the small waterways on both sides of the port, and small traders in ragged clothes and large and small cargoes are loaded and set off, ready to exchange for the food they depend on for a living.

Most of the fishermen only have a pair of shorts, and the boat is ridiculously simple, just a hollowed-out tree trunk. Even the fishing nets used for fishing are tattered and torn, and it can be seen that they have been stitched and mended many times.

Even so, they still worked hard under the scolding and whipping of the pirates, without any resistance. It can be seen that this group of people has lost their sense of resistance and has been ravaged by sea demons, undead, and pirates in turn. They belong to a kind of obedient people with extremely low governance costs.

The fleet of the Charlotte Pirates was moored in the harbor, lined up in the berth in the rising sun. Cruisers, transports and frigates in twos and threes, clusters of small paddle boats. The battleships lined up majestically in two rows, moored at the most waterway of the port, with their white awnings erected.

On the nearby dock, dozens of pirates seemed to have just finished carrying their supplies and were resting in place, with a dozen trolleys parked quietly behind them.

"Governor, how do we attack?" Nancy looked at the black-haired knight with bright eyes.

"Not in a hurry."

Yale smiled slightly, with black air floating on his face, and his voice suddenly became deep and distant, with a rough vibrato of metal grinding, like the cold breath in the cracks in **** seeps out:

"In order to make them succumb in the future, we must first let this group of people know the horror of my black beard."

As the last note fell, the black energy on his face became thicker and thicker, and finally it was like a dark cloud attached to his face, forming the shape of a dark mask.

Woo-woo-woo-!

The powerful suction surged out from the dark mask, sending out a scream like a ghost's cry. Ripple ripples at the edges devour everything within reach, twisting the air on the deck into the shape of a storm, and the mask is the eye of the storm.

Fel Mask - a nirvana that can only be used when the power of darkness reaches the natural disaster level. It has the power to operate from a distance and devour all tangible and intangible substances, which can be strengthened as the user's strength increases.

The jet-black mask radiated mist-like energy particles, which condensed on Yalei's face, forming the shape of a metal mask. The powerful suction caused the void to distort and fluctuate.

"..."

The black-haired knight condensed his strength to the limit, suddenly opened his eyes, his body suddenly leaned forward and raised his head, and the edge of the dark mask suddenly burst out with thunderous lights.

呲——呲呲呲——!

The electric light splashed messily, the pitch-black mask gradually separated from his face, setting off white waves of tumbling waves, suspended in mid-air independently.

Then, accompanied by an invisible burst of shock wave, the Fel Mask suddenly flew forward, the windward length was longer, and it doubled in size in the blink of an eye.

After a hundred yards, it has swelled to the size of the Quincy!

"Jie ha ha ha ha!"

The demonic mask swooped down with a mad laugh, and the laughter grew louder and louder, roaring and echoing between heaven and earth like rolling thunder, and the sea water where it passed was pulled up by suction, forming a hundred-foot wave that crashed into the port.

The fel mask that the Calamity Knight has condensed is at most one person tall, and the fel mask he has now condensed has swelled wildly to a diameter of 300 yards, and there is still room for it to grow.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a terrifying demon that has come over from the end of the world, shrouded in the cold and dark radiation particles, with a ferocious and evil expression, setting off a huge tide hundreds of feet high, moving towards the Charlotte Pirates. The regiment's large port flew away.