Black Sail
Chapter 311: CCCXI. The Strongest Leader

Chapter 311: CCCXI. The Strongest Leader

As the historians under Celeste had conjectured, a massive wealth was piled up inside the Central Temple.

Who would have thought that such terrifying treasure would be hidden deep within an unnamed island, in a dark pit where not even daylight could reach, and totally unguarded?

The deeper Liszt ventured, the more amazed he became, wondering if he were living in a dream.

Even Haywood, who was not particularly interested in treasures, couldn’t help but bend over, sifting through the scattered golden items and jewels—the amount was simply too exaggerated.

Using the Light Illumination Technique to continue their exploration, Celeste found the piles of golden items growing, even reaching halfway up their calves.

Suddenly,

Celeste and Haywood were startled by Liszt.

"Gaia!"

Liszt, as if he were an Ultraman in human form, let out a nonsensical shout, too thrilled for words. With this money, setting up a grand army would be a breeze, not to mention outmatching the Emperor or Doringger. Beima Duchy, or maybe even the singer, would be nothing in comparison.

But then it occurred to Liszt that he needed to seal this place immediately. Without his permission, no one else could come in, not even a member of the board of directors.

This money could even fund several Black Sail factions.

What the trio didn’t know was,

Doringger had already been here and left. As for why these golden items were still here, and why the area around the Temple wasn’t sealed by Doringger,

it was because there was an extremely terrifying presence here.

"Whether it’s now,

or in the distant future.

We shall both cherish the love of today, no matter if storms and rains come or not."

Even more exaggerated than Doringger’s reaction,

Liszt was completely intoxicated in the land of gold, he had completely lost his mind and started singing "Intimate Lovers" out loud.

He had completely gone mad!

Diving into a pile of gold without fear of abrasion, protected by his leather armor,

You have a jug of wine, enough to comfort the weary traveler.

I have tens of thousands of jugs, madness for comforting the weary traveler.

Liszt had entirely lost his senses, frantically infatuated with his intimate lover, every pore on his body exploding with delirious joy.

Compared to this vast fortune, Celeste was more concerned about Liszt’s mental state; even pirates’ greed shouldn’t go this far, should it?

Although Celeste was also salivating at the sight, she managed to restrain herself—this money could be used to train special agents, and under Lostra’s teaching force, many talents could be cultivated.

And the most speechless of all was clearly Garscek; to be honest, it hadn’t seen such an absurd person in nine hundred years.

Liszt stood up, realizing his own impropriety, and coughed twice.

"Here’s what we’ll do... Haywood, you go back first. Celeste and I will stay here to watch over the treasure. You take some men and seal off the surroundings. Not a person, not even a fly, should be allowed in."

Liszt pondered that this place had once been a site of worship by the heretical Cult of the Divine Mother, which meant this wealth was ill-gotten and should be confiscated by right.

"Without my decree, no one... shall think of leaving this place."

At the far end of the darkness, an ancient, desolate voice pierced through.

The group of three was extremely alert.

Liszt summoned the Junlin Sword, while Celeste drew the tactical knife strapped to her belt, her Light Illumination Technique growing more formidable. Now that they were exposed, she might as well light it to the maximum, illuminating the entire underground palace completely.

It would have been better if she hadn’t.

The mountainous piles of treasure, under the blinding light, shone with a brilliance that could blind the eyes, while all around were sinister white bones.

With the ghastly Divine Mother Sect engravings on the walls, this place was filled with malevolence.

And at the end of the underground palace, on the tremendous throne-like stone chair where the Saint from the east once sat, a woman clad in black scale armor sat.

She leaned to one side, her head resting on one hand, gazing down condescendingly at a party of three.

Because of the distance, her appearance was indistinct; only her dark purple cascading long hair could be seen, along with her rank, her now hidden horns, and the scales beneath her eyes.

Sometimes bigger isn’t always better; with a truly terrifying stature, it wasn’t bad to move about in this form occasionally.

Doringger was a man of great courage and ambition.

Garscek rarely saw such a person, one with the air of a king, not of the ordinary folk.

They had made a deal.

Doringger would exchange something of equal value for the treasures here, related to something atop his castle tower that could truly change the destiny of the world, of course, only sharing a part of it.

Even ten thousand portions of these treasures would not be enough to exchange for the item within his tower.

Doringger did not know that this information had already been intercepted by the unknown Zhou Ke’er.

And Celeste’s actions had already angered Garscek.

Put it this way, when she activated her Light Illumination Technique, it was like dazzling someone’s eyes with a hundred laser pointers.

Even though it did no real harm to Garscek, it was a form of disrespect.

"Die..."

Suddenly, the temperature in the room plummeted to freezing point, her utterance seeming to carry with it some true spirit, with words following the command of the law.

An unmatched torrent of frost surged towards Celeste, covering all the treasures on the ground with frost that crackled, all in the blink of an eye.

The power was too horrific, having surpassed the realm of Magic, beyond the capabilities of human casting.

The woman had not performed any spellcasting process but merely spoke the language of the Dragons, the Dragon’s Roar.

Almost by instinct, Celeste rapid-cast Fire Element Magic as a tumultuous pillar of fire burst forth from her palm, but it could not hold even for half a second.

Drops of blood sprayed.

She wielded dual Junlin Swords, one in each hand, slashing chaotically with nothing they could not cut through. Her arms flowed like water, the arc of black and red light flickering and twisting out nineteen blades in an instant, blooming like black and red flowers, completely shattering the frost surge.

Celeste took a deep breath, that was close, what she just faced was... a sign of imminent death, her life flashed before her eyes.

Liszt, however, was chattering his teeth. The shattered ice that clung to him seemed to freeze his entire body stiff, his hands becoming brittle. If struck with a hammer, they would shatter instantly.

Celeste did not delay, she had emergency measures to deal with such situations; her hand on Liszt’s back, using a warm current of Magic Power to thaw out his near-death frozen blood.

Haywood’s three pairs of eyes all turned solemn simultaneously. It was not that there were no Dragons, but rather, similar to Fafna’s situation, they had transformed into human form.

Had it not been for Liszt’s proximity to the Junlin Sword and Celeste’s aid, they would both have perished.

Haywood prepared for battle, shielding the two while Celeste had time to treat the frozen-stiff Liszt.

"Ho? Such a mighty instrument, even I, Garscek, have never seen such in all my life. Who was the craftsman?"

Garscek was interested in meeting such a Divine Craftsman. The instrument hid secrets she could not fathom, it was too enigmatic, truly a heavenly object.

Before the reign of Engma came to an end, she had already returned to this island to seclude herself, not involving herself in worldly affairs, unaware of what had happened since.

Garscek waited with great interest for them to speak, allowing Liszt the chance to speak.

In the past.

Haywood would not have dared to reveal his name because it was pointless; those of a higher rank had no idea who their superiors were.

But now.

He intended to let this puny Dragon know who was backing him.

What the hell is this so-called Face Fruit!

"I am a member of the Demon God Agares·Dagon’s expeditionary army, who are you?"

Haywood removed his helmet, revealing his terrifying visage.