My queen is rebelling!

Chapter 262: Sister Bei's Thighs are So White... So Thick!

Deep brown sea fog clung to the surroundings of Scarlet Island like rust. Vice Captain Beckman held a monocular telescope to his brow, his sunken eye sockets reflecting the flickering phosphorescence ten nautical miles away.

A group of Gold-tier hydralisks were gnawing on whale bones.

Behind him came the sound of metal and leather rubbing together. Barbossa walked over, draped in a dark red cloak.

He glanced at Beckman and asked in a low voice:

"Boss Flint asked me to ask if everything is ready?"

Beckman lowered his telescope and replied in a deep voice:

"Ready to move at any time."

Barbossa glanced in the direction of Beckman's gaze and asked:

"Those are the hydralisks raised by the boss, right?"

When the fifty-eighth pillar demon Amon created the "Scarlet Marauders," he left behind several Gold-tier hydralisks as one of the pirate crew's trump cards.

Over the years, they had multiplied into a sea ghost clan.

Beckman nodded with a solemn expression.

Barbossa's lips moved, and it was obvious he had something to say. After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked:

"Even this hydralisk clan has to be deployed, it seems the enemy this time is no small matter.

I really wonder, who exactly is the opponent that the boss values so much?"

Beckman retracted his telescope and said calmly:

"Don't you already have a guess in your heart?"

Several crisp sounds interrupted their conversation.

Will tapped the railing with his copper-studded knuckles, chuckled, and said:

"Why do you two old brothers have to beat around the bush? I'll just say it directly. I estimate that this time the target is either the Black Sail Fleet or the Dark Tide Specters.

It can't be that the boss is planning to take us to rob the Ceylon Kingdom's naval fleet, right?"

After Will finished speaking, he let out a burst of unpleasant laughter.

Finding that no one echoed his sentiment, he gradually stopped.

The scene fell into an eerie silence. They were about to move their Scarlet Island main base to attack another of the three major pirate groups. They really didn't know what kind of bewitching potion that mysterious captain had given Boss Flint.

What made them even more uncomfortable was that, seeing as they were about to move, Boss Flint still hadn't told them the exact target of the operation.

Could it be that the brotherly affection of so many years of fighting was not as good as the captain, whom they had only met a few times, who was always hiding his head and showing his tail, and whose true identity they were unwilling to reveal?

Several people imperceptibly cast their gazes toward Flint, who was standing on the watchtower in the distance.

The pale moonlight stretched Flint's shadow into a winding route on the sea chart. He held a dark communication stone in his hand, his expression unusually solemn.

His voice did not have a trace of ripple, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Hearing the order, Beckman and the other two looked stern and quickly came to Flint's side.

Flint was following the content on the communication stone, writing and drawing on a roll of parchment.

Time passed by, and after writing down the terrain map and troop deployment that Cohen had sent back, Flint suddenly raised his head, his cold gaze swept over the three, his voice filled with coldness:

"This is the terrain map and troop deployment of the Dark Tide Specters pirate crew's main base!

Our goal tonight... is to occupy the Dark Tide Specters pirate crew's main base and kill Captain David Moss!"

Even though they had speculated about the target of this operation before and had some mental preparation.

But when they heard Boss Flint say that they were going to occupy the Dark Tide Specters' main base and even kill the Legendary-tier Captain David Moss, the three were still stunned in place.

Beckman's heart trembled violently. Boss Flint actually had the precise coordinates of the Dark Tide Specters pirate crew's main base. Could it be that the mysterious captain had brought it?

Barbossa also widened his eyes, his heart filled with incomprehension. He did not understand why Boss Flint suddenly wanted to attack the Dark Tide Specters pirate crew, and even directly attack their main base.

The Dark Tide Specters were also a pirate crew with strength and scale no less than the Scarlet Marauders. It was foreseeable that this battle would be extremely tragic.

Fortunately, the three were veterans of many battles and quickly digested the news.

Flint paused for a moment, then continued:

"The captain just sent over the detailed information. Beckman, these are the precise coordinates of the Dark Tide Specters' main base. You start positioning first.

Brothers, let me tell you the truth, as long as tonight's operation is successful, in the future, the entire northwestern continent's coast will be our Scarlet Marauders' territory!

We even have the opportunity to reproduce the glory of the Ancient Pirate King who conquered the entire Endless Sea!"

Pirate King!

Hearing these three words, even the experienced and steady Beckman couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

For any pirate, conquering the Endless Sea, the Ancient Pirate King Leonard Augustus, who was on par with the gods, was an eternal goal.

They didn't know what kind of confidence that mysterious captain had given Boss Flint, but years of working together made them choose to firmly believe in Flint's promise.

There's nothing to say, let's do it!

Dark clouds rose and enveloped the dark moon. The communication stone in Flint's hand also transmitted Cohen's clear instructions.

Flint's eyes narrowed, and he shouted loudly:

"Brothers, weigh anchor, hoist the sails, and go catch big fish!"

With Flint's order, the entire Scarlet Island began to move.

At the highest point of Scarlet Island, the Star Altar, Beckman held a bronze compass, and the magic power in his body was already boiling.

As he entered the precise spatial coordinates, the twelve black reefs surrounding Scarlet Island suddenly emitted a strange blue light.

The moonlight shattered into silver flakes on the ink-colored sea surface. Beckman roared:

"Spatial anchor calibration complete, transmission begins!"

The compass in his hand burst out with dazzling sparks. Scarlet Island let out a roar like a giant dragon turning over, and the seawater instantly inverted into a water curtain tens of thousands of meters high.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, which was the scorched smell emitted when space was torn apart.

...

Dark Tide Specters pirate crew's main base, watchtower.

The pirate on duty suddenly noticed an unusual fluctuation of magic power and quickly raised his telescope to look in the direction of the fluctuation.

Then, a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life happened!

A distortion suddenly occurred on the horizon, which should have been empty. A hexagonal space rift opened like a broken honeycomb, and a huge shadow wrapped in the smell of sulfur crashed down from the void, and the monstrous tsunami it stirred up directly shattered the three escort ships that were originally parked there.

An ancient behemoth appeared in horror!

No, that was not a behemoth, but a sea island that covered the sky!

The pirate on duty finally realized that something was wrong at this time and quickly sounded the alarm.

At this moment, he no longer needed to issue any warnings, because this monstrous aura had already awakened most of the pirates on the island.

The Legendary-tier pirate, Dark Tide Specters Captain David Moss, looked at the pirate ship that suddenly appeared near the main base like a behemoth, and his expression changed in horror.

He had already recognized the other party's origin from the flags that could be seen everywhere on the island and several familiar figures!

Scarlet Marauders!

The Scarlet Marauders pirate crew that was rumored to be able to teleport their own main base!

The other party definitely didn't come to visit at this time by teleporting their entire main base here!

Then there was only one explanation.

David Moss roared to the sky, letting out a howl that shocked the entire island:

"Enemy attack!

Prepare for battle!"

Before David's words could fall, a loud bang came. He turned his head to look, and the scene that happened on the field made his eyes crack.

He saw the Dark Tide Specters' vice-captain's flagship "Dark Tide" instantly pierced by a beam of blood-colored light. The crisp sound of the keel breaking even overwhelmed David's roar.

Scarlet Marauders Vice-Captain Barbossa's roar mixed with the whistling sound of spatial turbulence:

"Magic crystal cannons, charge, northwest port direction, attack!"

The twelve magic energy turrets along the coast of Scarlet Island's main base lit up with scarlet runes at the same time, and the overloaded gun barrels began to flicker with the light of death.

Another volley, and the vast magic power turned into twelve scarlet lightning bolts, sweeping towards the Dark Tide Specters' coastal defense turrets.

At the same time, the hissing sound of hydralisks came from the bottom of the sea. The scales of the Gold-tier sea beasts reflected a terrifying pale green color in the moonlight, and the vortexes they stirred up twisted several warships that tried to organize resistance into twists.

In less than a minute after the start of the war, the unprepared Dark Tide Specters pirate crew had already lost most of their combat power—

The coastal defense guns were destroyed, four main flagships were sunk, and even the communication hub that conveyed combat orders was directly burned to ashes by Mr. Modo's Legendary-level fire magic.

Legendary tier!

David Moss looked towards the burning communication hub. That was a Legendary-tier fire mage!

He was about to go over to stop it when suddenly, a palpitating killing intent came straight at him from afar.

Flint Blacktooth stood on the burning deck, the magic energy cannon's coolant boiling at his feet, his eyes coldly staring at David not far away.

David's expression was stern, he flashed in front of Flint, and asked angrily:

"Flint, what do you want to do?

Do you want to break the pattern of the three major pirate groups?

Even if you destroy our main base, you will both suffer, and in the end, the Black Sail Fleet will inevitably pick up the bargain!"

Flint's voice was very low, but it sounded like a thunderbolt in David's ears:

"If I kill you all, the news won't get out!"

A trace of shock and anger appeared in David's eyes, and he roared:

"Just you and that fire mage!

Flint, you wait, if you dare to tear up the original alliance, the Black Sail Fleet and the Ceylon Kingdom will not let you go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, David Moss directly turned into a ray of light and sped towards the depths of the Endless Sea!

Escape!

This was David Moss's only choice at the moment.

Facing a Legendary-tier mage and a Legendary-tier pirate who was stronger than himself, David Moss did not dare to have any侥幸thoughts.

If the main base was destroyed, it would be destroyed.

There were so many branch bases and islands on the periphery. As long as he could escape, then everything could make a comeback.

Looking at David Moss, who turned around and fled without saying a word, a sinister smile flashed in Flint's pupils. He turned his head and instructed the three vice-captains, then rolled up black clouds and followed.

After Flint left, Mr. Modo, who had destroyed the communication hub, no longer hesitated and followed closely behind.

...

Beneath the sky, the scarlet moonlight suddenly condensed into ice.

David Moss's Ghost Cloak was a magical weapon at the peak of the Gold tier. Accompanied by his own abundant and powerful magic power, it rapidly tore through space, speeding towards the Ceylon Kingdom's naval fleet.

It was laughable that the leader of one of the three major pirate groups in the Ceylon Kingdom's coastal waters would seek help from the official navy when faced with a life-or-death crisis.

However, David couldn't care less about face at this moment. Only the Ceylon Kingdom's navy could deter the Crimson Raiders pirate group, which possessed two Legend-tier powerhouses.

While speeding along, David couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart. Why would the usually low-profile Crimson Raiders suddenly attack him?

They even went so far as to expend a massive amount of resources to teleport their main base here.

Could it be that they knew the secret beneath his main base?

That was probably the only possibility. Otherwise, Flint, who was usually so cautious, would never resort to such drastic measures.

David's heart sank. The treasure guarded by the Sharkmen beneath his main base had always been a secret passed down through generations of the Dark Tide Ghost Pirates.

How did the other party find out?

Due to the long passage of time, David didn't even know what exactly the treasure inside was, only vaguely knowing that it concealed the secret of the ancient Pirate King Leonard Augustus.

Leonard Augustus, just the name itself was enough to drive all pirates crazy.

Also, the precise coordinates of the Dark Tide Ghost Pirates' main base had always been top secret. Where did the other party obtain them from?

Everything happened too quickly, not allowing David any time to think.

Just as he was lost in confusion and doubt, David's expression changed, and he urgently wanted to stop, but it was too late.

With a boom, the Gold-tier cloak shattered the moment it collided with an invisible barrier.

At the same time, countless chains entwined with curse runes manifested from the void.

Each one emitted the wails of the dying, twisting the space around David Moss into shattered glass.

David Moss was struck hard, revealing his figure, staring warily at the slowly emerging figure not far away.

Belmodi indifferently looked at David Moss. Not long after, Flint and Mr. Modo also arrived.

David Moss took a deep breath, he had to fight desperately. As long as he could hold on for a while, the commotion of the three Legend-tier powerhouses fighting would definitely attract outsiders!

However, before he could make any move, Belmodi slowly raised her right hand.

Her wrist was like snow, her fingers long and slender, her palm facing upwards, gently opening.

With this seemingly gentle movement, the surrounding space seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, beginning to fluctuate violently.

Centered on Belmodi, ripples appeared in the air, like a lake with a pebble thrown into it. However, these ripples did not spread outwards, but converged towards her palm.

At the place where the ripples converged, the light twisted and deformed, forming strange vortexes.

Immediately afterwards, purple light emanated from her body, rapidly spreading outwards. Where the light reached, it merged with these strange vortexes. Inside, countless stars seemed to twinkle and explode, and surging undercurrents seemed to surge, emitting a low hum, as if it were the roar from another dimension.

In an instant, the entire sea suddenly turned upside down, and everyone was instantly thrown into a dark space without boundaries.

The dark purple sky hung low, and three incomplete blood moons scattered their light on everyone.

This place was no longer the Endless Sea!

Before everyone could react.

The vortexes around Belmodi gradually revealed the outlines of mountains, rivers, and strange rocks.

As time passed, the outlines gradually became solid. Then, a brand new plane slowly unfolded before everyone.

In the dark space, purple lightning shuttled like giant dragons, illuminating this unfamiliar space. On the ground, strange rocks were jagged, and black mist rolled and spread, filled with rich curse elements everywhere.

In the void, demon-purple thorns condensed from the power of curses weaved a huge throne with a bizarre trajectory.

Belmodi sat on the throne, her skin radiating a cold white light in the dimness, her fingertips glowing with a faint blue phosphorescence, and her drooping purple hair drew star river afterimages in the void.

The cursed thorns entwined around the throne suddenly came to life, and snake-shaped vines danced wildly, blooming purple crystal flowers the moment they touched the dark purple robe.

Belmodi casually placed one hand on the armrest of the throne, gently tapping the armrest with her fingertips, revealing laziness and nobility in every move, as if the entire world was under her control.

"A... a sub-plane!

You... why are you able to create a sub-plane with your bare hands?"

David Moss's pupils were like an earthquake, and vast magic power was boiling on the surface of his skin, but he couldn't dispel the chill that was gnawing at his soul.

Modo and Flint behind him were also greatly surprised. Belmodi's operation was beyond their understanding.

In the Shadow Plane, Cohen, who came to watch the battle, looked at the slightly familiar space in front of him, frowned slightly, and then an absurd idea arose from his heart—

This... this is not a sub-plane, but Belmodi's own Legendary Domain!

Flint, as a former Vice Admiral of the Southern Region Empire's Royal Navy, was also a knowledgeable person. Soon, he came to the same conclusion as Cohen.

He said in a low voice:

"This is the Legendary Domain of the Lord of Sequence!"

Mr. Modo frowned and asked:

"Why is her Legendary Domain like a sub-plane, already having a prototype of order?"

Flint's tone became a lot more inexplicable, with a strong sense of admiration:

"This is because her understanding of the rules has reached a level close to that of a Saint... and I suspect that the Sequence Lord's Legendary Domain is more like a replica of a certain sub-plane!

There should really be a similar sub-plane in the world."

Cohen stared at Belmodi on the throne, really wanting to rush up and hug the straight and slender white legs that Sister Bei showed yesterday.

Too strong, my Sister Bei!

He had already seen the true details of Belmodi's Legendary Domain—

Nether Abyss!

An affiliated plane in the deepest part of the Hell Plane, the Nether Abyss!

The Nether Abyss Wriggling Demon in Cohen's hand escaped from this plane. One page of his Book of Space-Time is a passage to this plane.

Cohen stared at Belmodi, his eyes full of astonishment.

To shape one's domain into an affiliated plane of hell at the early stage of the Legend tier, what will she do when she breaks through to the Saint tier and builds the Sanctuary!

Could it be that she wants to create the main plane of hell?

Cohen was shocked by Belmodi's ambition and talent.

No wonder Belmodi's combat power far exceeds her peers. Relying on a woman, a Legend-tier early stage level, she can make the entire Lost Land surrender.

Having a rule force equivalent to a sub-plane as the support of the Legendary Domain, even a Legend-tier peak powerhouse, once entering her domain, I am afraid it will be difficult to get out.

In terms of talent, among the many women I know, only Queen Sister can barely suppress her.

Cohen couldn't help but sigh, Sister Bei's legs are really white and thick!

Just as Cohen was secretly sighing, suddenly, the mist covering Belmodi's face dissipated a little, revealing a pair of amber eyes, like a deep and cold pool, looking in Cohen's direction.

Cohen's heart tightened inexplicably, could it be that Sister Bei noticed that he was here too?

Under the cover of the mist, the corners of Belmodi's mouth slightly curved, and with a wave of her bare hand, countless purple thorns enveloped David Moss.

David finally woke up from the shock at this moment, and was about to fight back, when two earth-shattering waves also came from behind!

Four Legend-tier transcendents, fighting together in an instant!

……

Cohen stared at Belmodi for a long time, until the latter said unnaturally:

"You can't see my face anyway, what are you staring at?"

Cohen lowered his voice:

"Sister Bei, is your Legendary Domain built according to the Nether Abyss?"

The mist on Belmodi's face dissipated a little more, and her beautiful eyes showed a trace of surprise, and asked:

"How do you know?

Have you been to the Nether Abyss?"

Cohen nodded lightly and asked:

"Sister Bei, have you been there too?"

Belmodi was silent for a while, and said:

"I haven't been there, but when I was young, I got a memory stone, which contained information about the Nether Abyss."

Cohen couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked:

"You can replicate the rules and order forces in the Nether Abyss just by relying on a memory stone?"

Belmodi said:

"It's not a complete replica, there are still imperfections."

Cohen then said:

"It's already strong enough, Sister Bei, if I give you a chance to enter the Nether Abyss, will your Legendary Domain be more perfect?"

Belmodi took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Cohen, and her voice was a little excited:

"You... do you have a way to enter the Nether Abyss?"

Belmodi was excited. If she could really go to the Nether Abyss in person, her Legendary Domain would definitely be comparable to the Legend-tier high stage.

Even if Cohen doesn't break through to the Gold tier and refine the magic potion to break through to the Legend-tier middle stage for her, her combat power can be improved.

At least there are no opponents below the Saint tier.

Cohen didn't speak, but released the Nether Abyss Wriggling Demon from the demi-plane on the cover of the Book of Space-Time.

Belmodi recognized this demon from the Nether Abyss at a glance, and her eyes glowed with a heartwarming light.

Looking at Belmodi, who was a little eager, Cohen coughed lightly, his voice full of temptation:

"I do have a passage to the Nether Abyss!

Sister Bei, are you interested in doing a... deal with me!"