Black Sail
Chapter 570: CXCVI. Beheading the Three Corpses_2

Chapter 570: CXCVI. Beheading the Three Corpses_2

Damn, this is so melodramatic. If Liszt went on 1818 Gold Eyes, about my wife’s plan to throw a party with neodymium copper, it would be explosive.

"I would love to, but Su Yizhana... has already slain three corpses and become immortal."

Liszt’s eyes flashed with a glint, a plan forming in his mind.

Wolman was taken aback, "What are the three corpses?"

Liszt said, "The upper corpse worm is called Yang Li, in the head, making people dull and foolish, without wisdom. The middle corpse worm is called Fu Shouer, in the chest, causing annoyance and delusions, unable to attain peace. The lower corpse worm is called Wang Huilin, in the abdomen, inciting greed and evil desires within the heart, unable to discern between bizarre immortality. Slaying the three corpses grants one golden immortality, an exceptional woman among thousands."

Even Wolman, with his 3.6-meter-tall bulk, almost got blown two meters away, "For God’s sake, slaying three corpses, are you really not afraid of your big headshot being cyberbullied everywhere!"

Truly worthy of East Sea Brother One, unrivaled in courage!

Damn the lower corpse worm, one woman three eats, realistically, anyone connected to the alchemy baron who hasn’t tasted shit can try it.

"I’m so handsome, what do I have to fear, also... hasn’t my headshot already been circulated everywhere."

Liszt was speechless, he was supposed to be a top-tier Netherworld person from the Western Continent.

"As expected, how can a summer insect speak of ice, the realm of the Boss is indeed beyond the grasp of a mere ordinary person like me."

Wolman nodded, truly deserving of being the deaf leader he chose.

"I’m serious, a beauty only needs to slay the three corpses to become immortal, but dragons have too much to consider. This woman, as a princess, lives in luxury, offers no economic value, is damn beautiful, has no appearance anxiety, can pick men at random, even studied in Pedan. Look at the bastard Fen, are any Pedan graduates decent people? This woman is just too dangerous, average people can’t handle her."

Even Liszt couldn’t find a way, showing just how difficult it is to strategize, not unlike a no-hit speedrun of Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice.

Maybe the old routine of a hero saving the beauty won’t work, she’s a princess, after all, with unknown numbers of people trying to save her daily.

"People who use formulas to solve problems just need to use formulas, but for those of us who look at formulas, there’s much more to consider."

Wolman was at a loss for words.

Celeste rolled her eyes. When one is truly speechless, one might indeed smile, utterly unable to understand what these idiots in the East Sea think about every day.

"What about her, has she slain the three corpses?"

Wolman pointed at Celeste, ready to learn from Liszt, hell, becoming self-reliant is the core technology of Black Sail, the Great Wetland has no official Kings, only representatives chosen by the tribal federation.

If they really reinstated the country, political marriage would be a skillful art, of course, Wolman has no ambition to become King, nor would he ever assume the role, primarily for the future guardianship of the kingdom.

With Mulong having the railway, if they can accomplish such hell-level tasks, then the Great Wetland would be a piece of cake.

Every year Aran makes sure to fish some money out of the Great Wetland, which is a pearl among the many, but in recent years due to the reason of poisons, it’s turned into a Nether Pearl. The Royal Court might be quite conflicted now, if Murphys shakes people again, should they proceed?

The timing of the restoration is near.

"Don’t say it in front of the women! You’ll be considered a national male!"

Liszt felt Celeste’s look of disdain grow stronger, he was planning on strategizing this gorgeous lady, now it’s not happening for sure.

"Never mind, I don’t mind. I’m quite interested in seeing just how low the East Sea Desperados’ limits are."

Queen Serin would never show a crying face, her gaze made the two of them feel prickling on their scalp.

Actually, after dealing with people like Qi Li Taylor, Celeste felt that East Sea folks still have some merit, but this bunch from Black Sail is just too on point, truly a spiritual successor of the East Sea.

"Is that so, let’s conclude. Auntie Celeste, must have also slain the three corpses, she was excellent intelligence personnel elected from Lostra. Her sense of national and familial devotion is not the same, making it very challenging to strategize."

Liszt actually found it strange; maybe before being messed with by Kai Deng, there was some degree of strategizing, but after returning it’s completely reset, damn it, Kai Deng must have messed with some crap during that time.

"I see..."

Wolman wore a Emiya Kiritsugu face.

"What do you see?"

Liszt hadn’t got to the main point yet.

"Actually, men have three corpses too, poverty, ugliness, lust. Only immortals pair with immortals, those who haven’t slain the three corpses are torturing each other! Indeed, immortal realms exist; we just can’t reach them! Goblins and dragons blindly trashing each other, Mr. Chen and Teacher Zhang making videos like crazy! Amid entertainment, never forgetting to serve the people, benefit the world, such a noble consciousness! We might seem to live in the same dimension as these slayers of the three corpses, but these divine couples are in a world of their own!"

Wolman came to understand.

Liszt got blown back two meters, greatly shocked, truly worthy of a middle-level history degree, realizing an extraordinary truth!

"Limits aren’t as low as anticipated."

Celeste had a knowing smile.

"Viewed with a dialectical lens, all beings are equal, you are truly the Lord of Otakus capable of saving the internet! Suppressing ancient darkness rebellion, but here’s the question, how should we resolve it?"

Liszt, through the cabin, after so long, saw Wolman once more come up with a high-level commentary.

"Hmm... A few days of hunger would settle it."

Wolman hesitated for a while before answering.

"Truly insightful."

Liszt nodded, considering it a proverb.

After about twenty minutes of walking, the group arrived at the rock fortress in the center of Drifting City where Uborio was located.

Once the world’s second-largest slave trade center, the lord here before was wealthier than many countries, and the mansion was extremely grand, unimaginable how many artisans pouring their heart and soul, through generations, it took to complete.

It’s like taking a large mountain rock body and carving out a Cologne Cathedral to its ultimate MAX version; although there’s a canal beside it, with greenery to shield against wind and sand, special anti-erosion measures were taken in every detail, making this wonder stand for hundreds of years without changing a bit.

"The leader was just about to have me bring you into the fortress to chat, it’s such a coincidence."

A Resistance Army member with an automatic rifle saw Liszt and the group, knowing they’ve come to negotiate the terms of victory.

Things have progressed to this point just as Uborio had anticipated.

(Damn, there’s no time, repeat five hundred words first, revise within twenty minutes, just to keep full attendance and get by, thanks!)

Liszt got blown back two meters, greatly shocked, truly worthy of a middle-level history degree, realizing an extraordinary truth!

"Limits aren’t as low as anticipated."

Celeste had a knowing smile.

"Viewed with a dialectical lens, all beings are equal, you are truly the Lord of Otakus capable of saving the internet! Suppressing ancient darkness rebellion, but here’s the question, how should we resolve it?"

Liszt, through the cabin, after so long, saw Wolman once more come up with a high-level commentary.

"Hmm... A few days of hunger would settle it."

Wolman hesitated for a while before answering.

"Truly insightful."

Liszt nodded, considering it a proverb.

After about twenty minutes of walking, the group arrived at the rock fortress in the center of Drifting City where Uborio was located.

Once the world’s second-largest slave trade center, the lord here before was wealthier than many countries, and the mansion was extremely grand, unimaginable how many artisans pouring their heart and soul, through generations, it took to complete.

It’s like taking a large mountain rock body and carving out a Cologne Cathedral to its ultimate MAX version; although there’s a canal beside it, with greenery to shield against wind and sand, special anti-erosion measures were taken in every detail, making this wonder stand for hundreds of years without changing a bit.

"The leader was just about to have me bring you into the fortress to chat, it’s such a coincidence."

A Resistance Army member with an automatic rifle saw Liszt and the group, knowing they’ve come to negotiate the terms of victory.

Things have progressed to this point just as Uborio had anticipated.