Black Sail
Chapter 235: CCXXXV. Scheming

Chapter 235: CCXXXV. Scheming

Agares Dagon had launched the expedition about three hundred years ago.

The place where the demons resided was not the so-called Demon Realm.

There were many names for it, Chaos Interface, Annihilation Domain, Outer Void, etc. These were collective terms for all regions outside the mortal realm, with no consensus on the name.

As a mere soldier, Haywood had no idea where their destination was; he had only heard that they were to slay a dragon, and blindly followed the sergeant, marching for over two centuries. Partway, he got separated from the legion and accidentally entered the Otherworldly Gate, ending up living alone on an isolated island for over ten years.

The so-called advancement was merely a pretext of Haywood’s.

His previous position had been that of a Sentinel, a patroller roaming outside the main force of the legion, which was why he had gotten separated.

The reason Haywood needed materials containing the Annihilation Element was not for any promotion; as a Sentinel, he knew how to send coordinates.

The Annihilation Element was the source of power for beings like Haywood.

There was nothing in this world that could replenish his own strength; he had already exhausted all his Annihilation Element in his attempts to contact the legion while on the island, which was why he was so frail now.

Although a low-level Demon, being taken by Dagon on an expedition meant that one was almost undying and immortal. Chopped into mincemeat, as long as the source of power was not exhausted, one could quickly resurrect.

This small piece of Destruction Material could replenish the Annihilation Element, but its concentration was too low; it was only enough to barely keep him alive. Haywood did not want to continue loitering in this forsaken place; he did not know if the expedition was over. He could not afford to become a deserter; he was still hoping to return home.

Deep within the forests of Heaven Port.

Haywood was not afraid of heat or cold unless the weather was extremely severe. In the winter, he wore only a thin coat and a helmet to cover his face.

His arm, which had been severed at the secret port, had already regenerated. At his chest, a large mouth full of spikes opened and swallowed the Destruction Material.

Then, he forcefully severed one of his fingers. The severed finger turned into blood-red sand, and in the deserted, snowy woods, he used the red sand to outline a three-meter-diameter circle, immediately drawing incomprehensibly intricate symbols that did not belong to this world.

Finally, Haywood completed the Summoning Array to contact the legion, which could briefly channel the will of his immediate superior and also send out coordinates.

Haywood walked to the center of the Summoning Array and, with a dagger, chopped off his own head. His body below the neck turned into red sand and scattered around the Array Seal, leaving only his helmet-wearing head lying sideways at the center.

He dispersed his consciousness, hoping only to be found this time. He could not contact the legion himself; he could only make a commotion and wait for the legion to discover him.

Two minutes later.

There was no movement in the snow, and the eerie Summoning Array was slowly fading, as if about to lose its effectiveness.

Had he failed again?

Haywood was mentally prepared, for he had already tried too many times on the island, all without any response.

But just then...

The Summoning Array suddenly burst with intense blood light, even more dazzling than at the start.

"It worked..."

Haywood couldn’t believe it.

The blood light of the Summoning Array intensified even more, and the sand boiled like hot embers, steaming up smoke that slowly congealed into a vivid red specter above Haywood’s head.

It also had three pairs of eyes, an overwhelmingly terrifying aura; all the hibernating snakes and insects around instantly turned into bloody mud.

"Sergeant Sir!"

Demons do not cry; the face beneath the helmet merely wore a fierce grin, filled with immense excitement.

The specter churned, uttering incomprehensible whispers.

Haywood then received new orders.

They came from the supreme commander of this expedition, Agares Dagon...

"The Demon God Command."

At this very moment.

In the kitchen on the first floor of the Black Sail Inn.

Fafna sneezed. What was that? It felt chillingly cold.

"Hmm? Are you catching a cold?"

Wolman was shocked, this was the first time he’d seen Fafna in this condition. The girl’s body was not only a national defense body but could also be described as a star war monster.

Fafna pinched her nose, imitating the pirates at Heaven Port as they blew their noses.

"Ah, no way."

Fafna pinched her chin, deep in thought.

"Maybe someone is missing her."

Wrapped in a "dumpling wrapper," Izumi had originally gone to Aran to seek refuge with the highly placed Mo Yutong, hoping her good sister would cover for her, but now her good sister had been kidnapped too.

Although Fen had intervened and Izumi’s mental health was cared for, making her basically a free person without anyone harassing her, what if she developed a stress disorder and couldn’t unleash the Stele’s big move, who would be responsible?

But her mouth wasn’t as easy to control as her limbs and was still crazily firing away.

"Hey, you up for it?"

Ben, being a Mud Person of the Thief Guild, had a deeply twisted and dark mind. Assigned by Old Wei to wrap the "dumplings," he was a million times unwilling. Seeing this perfectly shaped and flawless beauty, he just wanted to fuck her damn hard.

"You’re too ugly, gray-skinned Zor, with a scarred face and a thief clown, you’ve stacked up charms because you have no luck with women, got a twisted mind, huh? Breathing the same air as you suddenly makes me feel a bit sick. Getting too many girls can get you sick, go see a doctor, bug."

Izumi’s face showed her disdain.

"Good job! Well done!"

Fafna waved her fists, cheering Izumi on.

Wolman didn’t expect this woman to also have a venomous tongue, looking at Ben next to her, who was completely shattered, his pupils quaking as if about to transform into a Gotham nightmare to bump into a certain orphan.

"Phoenix observed Ben’s life for two months specially to perform well in the movie to improve his acting skills!"

Fafna added, she didn’t know what a movie was, but she knew what a clown was.

"You really are a genius."

Wolman felt that Black Sail had successors, to be a pirate was to howl, how could one possibly manage Heaven Port with a bunch of cold-blooded, by-the-book people? You had to bring a howling image to your opponents.

Even in the back kitchen, Wolman could sense people breaking down the door threshold to bring gifts; the couple was too fierce, but he also had some worries, for the so-called extreme would surely rebound.

Now, Liszt had collected all the money from outside territories, the meaning was no longer the same.

You, Liszt, lowering prices to expand territories is greedy, but taking all the venues is rebellion.

Doringger of course didn’t care about this money, using it to feed the little devils below, but feeding little devils and feeding traitors are not the same thing.

Wolman thought it was quick, Doringger was recently busy with business, probably wouldn’t handle it personally, but would have his hawks and dogs do it.

There were three plans.

The worst plan, to force Liszt to play by the rules, directly breaking the rules and having Doringger collect the money, treated as tax collection.

A better plan, to completely cancel the protection fees, Doringger providing his cover for free, which would be a significant blow to Liszt.

The best plan, to invite Liszt into the castle, open the VIP channel, and let him sit as the fifth top seat of Heaven Port.

Of course, if Doringger were a fool, there was also a worse plan.

That was to directly dispatch people to wipe out the Black Sail Alliance, but if so, it would backfire, with the highest performers killed, every pirate on the island would feel endangered. With New Continent arriving and Doringger’s unrestrained behavior, killing the goose laying golden eggs, if they didn’t rise up, the East Sea Pirates would become a sunset business.

In this case, as long as the alliance wasn’t completely broken, New Heavenly Port would also have a name, aligning with Taylor and other interested parties to form an alliance.

Seizing the position of Boss, moving into the castle, indulging in luxury.

"Fafna, you’ll need to work hard..."

Wolman also relied on returning to the Great Wetland to overthrow Murphys’ military regime.

At this moment, Archer finished buying ingredients and came back, with several inn waiters who went with him, as one person couldn’t carry everything.

He was formerly a Court Chef in the Gion Kingdom, the head chef, officially appointed, and now he had donned the arm badge he’d never wanted to take off, gearing up, sporting the insignia of a Level 1 Chef of the Gion Kingdom, made of gilded metal, extremely pretentious.

"There he is! The little head chef of Heaven!"

"Where’s my legendary kitchenware?"

"I don’t have it!"

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