Black Sail
Chapter 58: LVIII. Black Sail Pirate Group’s Strongest Member

Chapter 58: LVIII. Black Sail Pirate Group’s Strongest Member

Secret port.

Inside the sea erosion cliff cave.

The wind and rain swayed, and the rain turned into fine lines, smashing infinite wild ripples on the surface of the sea.

Marcus of the Aran National Church was not a man without intelligence.

Under the "petition umbrella" tree, the Eternal and Time Dragon had already given guidance.

But Marcus did not hurry to gather around.

Within the Aran border, the Pope and the Emperor conducted themselves as equals.

Politics was not about a hostile relationship that demanded a life-and-death struggle; each move required strategic manipulation and out-of-the-box thinking.

Since it was impossible to eliminate your influence, one had to use it significantly, as state affairs were crucial.

In areas where Aran had not completely taken control, missionaries were sent as the vanguard to subtly shift ideology, forming a cognitive community and gradually integrating into Aran’s cultural sphere, becoming a usable population resource.

Despite the current dire enmity between Beima Duchy and Aran.

But religion had a strong social service nature, often the poorer and more suffering the region, the more it necessitated a logic to explain phenomena.

The reason the old king suffered such a terrible defeat, making ordinary citizens live in misery, was because he defied the Dragon Lord; as long as one believed in the Dragon Lord, everything would get better.

This sounded absurd; Beima was nearly annihilated, and many war widows had turned into prostitutes.

The remaining young adults had no choice but to embark on the merciless "Golden Belt Road," being conquered while calling for help.

How could they believe in the religion of an enemy nation?

But the reality indeed was so.

Like an atomic bomb falling from the sky, even the most atheistic of people would desire for some entity to suddenly appear and save humanity, let alone the inherently superstitious Western Continent.

And poverty, famine, and bandit chaos were like atomic bombs that had fallen on the head of Beima Duchy.

The Eternal and Time Lord was a being to be yearned for, and the nation that desired this deity was prosperous and strong, undeniable as iron.

Struggling against each other is like a flower from beyond; the Dragon Lord gives you a home.

Even on the East Shore, there were churches, congregations, and Guardians of the Eternal Sect, showcasing the hard power of the Western Continent’s top religious authority.

Marcus was far from being the burned-brained man Zahak imagined him to be; he understood the situation and what it meant for Aran.

In this foreign land, he suffered constraints at every turn, borrowing troops from the Admiral, few of whom were truly dependable—most were just a formality, and would run instantly at the sign of a tough battle.

The truly reliable ones were only...

The children of the Eternal and Time Dragon.

Mika, on board the ship, watched the people ashore, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"Fuck..."

Mika didn’t know how else to express his current mood besides these four words.

Hundreds of torches lit the entire cave brightly.

An intellectually disabled, over five meters tall, senseless giant held a large oil drum and smashed it heavily onto the ground.

This oil drum was soaked with cloth strips, with an evident effect.

Zahak had previously sent a hundred Constitutional Soldiers to provide support; they had arrows, which they wrapped with cloth strips and lit on torches.

Moreover, Marcus had summoned two hundred Guardians from around Londen City; although their equipment wasn’t top-notch, merely cloth and leather armor, they were madmen, their eyes filled with unimaginable frenzy.

They too took up flaming arrows.

In addition, Marcus had brought about twenty priests from inside Aran’s borders, their somber black heavy armor somewhat cumbersome. The black iron dragon face helmets with only two holes for eyes looked like the abyss.

As for Marcus himself, with dry hair and a metal jaw, a masochistic face full of scratches, he stood on the shore clad in chain armor, holding a Scripture in one hand, the other hand behind his back.

An immense terrifying oppressive force emanated.

Even the always composed Fen felt like facing a great enemy, a bead of sweat appearing on his forehead as he involuntarily glanced at the Stone Tablet Fragments wrapped in the Sealing Demon Stone in his arms.

Perhaps it would only be possible to use this as a medium, but he would surely suffer backlash, and might even die.

Was it time to test his own capacity?

Fortunately, it was.

Marcus had no intention of attacking; he simply held his forces steady. Although Fen did not know what tricks were being played, the longer the delay, the better. He was well aware of the capabilities of the other Black Sail members, who would undoubtedly come to their aid.

Marcus could have attacked immediately, but he had concerns.

The Dragon Lord had manifested.

It was not unprecedented, but it was extremely rare, and each occurrence was a crucial turning point that impacted the entire world.

Even when the "Catastrophe Witch" was rescued from the great prison, the Dragon Lord had not given any instructions.

It was because of something else.

Someone on this ship, or an item, or perhaps something metaphysical—the fate of this ship was crucial.

This made Marcus hesitant to act rashly, protecting some astonishingly fragile item.

"We’d like to come aboard for an inspection, please accommodate us."

His voice was extremely hoarse, perhaps because of the metal lower jaw.

Fen, adhering to the principle of delaying whenever possible, didn’t mind having a chat.

"This is a private vessel, and the captain is not here. You can wait for half an hour, and he will be back."

Fen calmed his mind, already having a strategy in place. These people had been inland for too long and didn’t understand the dangers of the coast.

Although Marcus had instructed his men to prepare rockets, he currently had no intention of burning the ship. In that case, the items would be destroyed, and sinking into the ocean’s currents, they would vanish without a trace.

But he needed to give Fen a bit of a scare to see.

He called out the name of a five-meter-tall idiotic giant.

The next moment.

Mika was terrified out of his wits. How could he withstand this?

"Everyone! Wolman! Guard the mast fiercely!"

Fen shouted loudly. Even if the upper half of the ship’s body were smashed, it wouldn’t matter too much; there were materials in the warehouse, and Haywood could repair it.

The lower half of the ship was beyond help; the mast was the most crucial part. If it were destroyed, everyone would be trapped here.

The idiotic giant, forcibly lifting a roughly two-ton boulder from the ground, presented a terrifying spectacle.

He hoisted the giant rock and then violently smashed it toward the ship, following a terrifying parabolic trajectory, flying nearly a hundred meters towards the mast.

Fen quickly pulled out the spell power silk threads, forming a giant net, tearing the incoming boulder into a dozen pieces. The force was dispersed.

But still, it punctured part of the ship’s body; a huge explosion punched a hole in it, and the ship’s railings were shattered, with wood chips flying wildly.

One of the heavier boulder fragments aimed at the mast.

Wolman, a large figure, reached out and blocked it, but his arm trembled, and blood seeped out.

Fen realized that Marcus was getting serious.

"You people from the inland, your brains have rusted."

Fen adjusted his monocle.

If one were to say who was the strongest in the Black Sail Pirate Group, it wasn’t himself or Morison.

Undisputably, it was.

SS Fuma Keqing Revenge.

It was now positioned in a T-formation targeting the shore.

At Fen’s command.

The ship had thirty-six reinforced cannons, eighteen on one side.

At this moment, the wooden planks on the ship, which prevented the sea and rainwater from corroding the cannons, were flipped open, revealing eighteen terrifying cannons.

Marcus’s eyelids twitched.