A foreigner's journey

Blackbeard stopped talking and just waved the Triton Blade from a distance towards Heather.

The deck under Heather's feet immediately opened a large number of gaps, and countless riggings sprang out from the gaps and attacked Heather. Likewise, there is a large amount of cable coming from above in the direction of the mast and sail.

Clang!

Heather held the saber burning with blue ghost fire in her left hand, and the cross sword burning with golden flames in her right hand. In just one large turn, the surrounding cables and ropes were cleared.

A large number of broken riggings burning with golden or blue flames hit the deck, twitching and squirming.

That Triton blade that can temporarily animate objects? There should be 'cast range' and 'hull' restrictions... Let's do it!

Heather has already regarded the Queen Anne's Revenge as her own. At this time, she no longer causes too much damage to the hull, but uses her feet to rush towards Blackbeard.

Another bolt of lightning flashed through the endless layers of dark clouds.

Blackbeard was still mumbling words, and a large amount of black mist poured out from the green vial hanging around his waist, wrapping around the surface of his body.

First, his skin turned black and his muscles bulged, and then a large number of strange patterns appeared on his body. Blackbeard's eyes turned pitch black, and the original pupils shone dark red like embers. The Triton Blade in his hand There was also a dark red fire.

[Secret Technique of Voodoo·King of Ghouls]!

call!

When the Triton Blade was swung, it brought out a large area of ​​dark red fire, which collided hard with the incoming blue saber!

A large number of sparks mixed with dark blue and dark red exploded instantly. Blackbeard, who was empowered by voodoo secrets, was able to compete with Heather in strength!

"Not bad secret technique, then next... 70% strength!"

Heather laughed, and her original 50% strength surged instantly. Blackbeard felt a terrifying force like an African elephant coming from the opposite side, and his feet suddenly sank down.

Even the strengthened deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge could not withstand the struggle between the two. The deck cracked inch by inch, and Blackbeard's feet fell downwards. Heather used her absolute royal power to use her backhand to hack away the Triton Blade in his hand. The saber burning with blue will-o'-the-wisp pierced Blackbeard's shoulder directly and pinned him to the wooden wall of the cabin.

To be honest, [Blackbeard] has a great chance of winning against any ship or opponent in this world. His voodoo witchcraft and black magic, the Triton Blade, and the Queen Anne's Revenge are all It is a powerful weapon to defeat all powerful enemies, and for ordinary sailors, it is like a dimensionality reduction strike.

But what he met was Heather who was not of this world.

Even in the world of full-time hunters with extremely high limits, Heather still has the confidence and ability to compete for the throne of [the world's strongest telepathic person]. When dealing with Blackbeard, he didn't even use telepathy to strengthen his body. His physical strength alone was enough. It's a crushing situation.

As long as Heather is within attack range, Blackbeard has no chance of winning.

What? Blackbeard has the artifact Triton Blade, powerful black magic, and the Queen Anne's Revenge? I have it too, absolute royal power, Aztec gold coins, the Black Pearl, powerful martial arts, incredible good looks, and those four holy eggs that have no chance to appear. They will totally blow you away, dear Blackbeard.

The blue ghost fire attached to the sword had spread along the wound towards Blackbeard's body, but the black runes on his body offset the immortal fire of the underworld, and Blackbeard returned to his human form. Became decadent and withered.

Heather picked up the Triton Blade lying quietly in the corner of the cabin. The moment she held it tightly, she could feel a strange power similar to 'mind energy' filling the blade. It seemed that she could do whatever she wanted. And transfer.

Heather gently waved the magic knife, and the Queen Anne's Revenge changed its owner in an instant. The sail turned to the cable and slid, the rudder rotated greatly on its own, and the entire ship quickly changed course and slowed down.

The Black Pearl immediately came up, and there were about ten Sailor Jacks standing on the deck. They were wearing uniform black sailor shirts and red turbans on their heads, with expressions of excitement on their faces.

The real Jack couldn't bear to leave the helm of the Black Pearl. He waved his hand: "Look at what I'm going to do. Go to the Queen Anne's Revenge and see if the captain needs help with anything. I'm going to follow you." Beauty, please be alone for a while."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the rudder of the Black Pearl, as if he were touching the delicate skin of a peerless beauty.

The skeleton sailors looked at each other and thought it would be better not to get into trouble with the navigator at this time. They grabbed the cable and swung to the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge, screaming, and Angelica was among them.

As soon as the Spanish beauty jumped onto the deck, she immediately rushed towards the cabin. She had just seen it on the Black Pearl. Heather beating her black-bearded father was like a shrew beating her mangy dog ​​with a fire stick. No shame at all, just relaxed and happy.

She rushed down the stairs and saw her father, whom she finally recognized, being nailed to the wall with a saber, his feet dangling in the air.

Heather, on the other hand, crossed her legs and sat on a wooden chair that was still intact. She was humming a strange tune and studying the Triton Blade in her hand.

"Father!"

The hot Spanish girl rushed over to rescue Blackbeard. She grabbed the handle of the knife that was nailed to Blackbeard with both hands and tried desperately to pull it out, but it didn't move.

Seeing the blood flowing more and more on Blackbeard's shoulder, Angelica looked at Heather with red eyes, and her trembling voice was pleading: "Heather... please, please."

Hearing Angelica's sincere plea, Heather moved her hands. He scratched the back of his head, stood up with a 'tsk' sound, put the Triton Blade on his shoulder, pulled Angelica into his arms with his left hand, and then looked at Blackbeard:

"I have to say, Mr. Teach, you gave birth to a good daughter. Even if you are a villain like you who abandoned his wife and daughter and killed innocent people, she still wants to save your life and soul."

Blackbeard reluctantly raised his head and looked at Angelica. No matter how stupid he was, he understood that there was room for change, and said in a fatherly tone that was not at all familiar:

"Angelica, I'm really sorry...I wanted to pick you up, but those damn Royal Navy...can you understand me, darling?"

"Father...I can understand!" Angelica's eyes welled up with tears in excitement. She was about to say a few more words, but was interrupted by Heather.

"Okay, Mr. Teach, you can only choose one between [life] and [soul]."

Heather's lips showed a joking smile: "Otherwise, wouldn't it be too easy for you to deal with the innocent souls who lost their lives at your hands?"

"...How do you say it?" Blackbeard's tone was weak, and he didn't know whether it was true or just pretending.

"Choose [Life]. The ship, treasures and weapons will be mine. The baby girl you just recognized will also be mine. But as compensation, I can spare your life and even give you a small ship and enough supplies for you to return to the nearest port. .”

Heather lifted Angelica's delicate chin, but her eyes were fixed on Blackbeard, and her tone was cold:

"Choose [Soul], and I will set Angelica free and give her all your property. What a great sacrifice it is to exchange your life for your daughter's future. In this way, your abominable soul can also be considered Got relief.”

"Make a choice, Mr. Blackbeard, this is not only related to your fate, but also will affect the future outcome of your biological daughter Angelica."

Heather's words were like the whispers of a devil, echoing in the spacious cabin.

Thanks to the monocle tax evader for the 4,500 starting coins.

PS: The description of the relationship between Heather and Angelica is indeed somewhat inappropriate and has been modified.