Black sails

Chapter 58 LVIII. The strongest of the Black Sail Pirates

Secret Harbor.

Inside the sea cliff cave.

The wind and rain were swaying, and the rain formed thin lines and made infinitely violent ripples on the sea.

Marcus, the priest of the Aramaic Church, was not without wisdom.

Under the "Petition Umbrella" tree, the Dragon of Eternity and Time has long given guidance.

But Marcus didn't rush around.

In Aram, the Pope and the Emperor were at odds.

Politics does not mean that hostile relations are about life and death. Every step must be strategized and requires out-of-the-box thinking.

Since you can't eliminate your influence, you should use it to your advantage. National affairs are important.

In places where Aram did not have complete control, missionaries were sent as the vanguard. They first instilled a subtle influence on their thoughts and formed a cognitive community, and then slowly integrated into the cultural circle of Aram and became an available population resource.

Although today the Principality of Bema and Aram have a sworn hatred.

However, religion has a strong social service nature. The poorer and more suffering the place, the more a set of logic is needed to explain the phenomenon.

The reason why the old king was defeated so miserably and left the common people with no good life was because he disobeyed the Dragon Lord. As long as he believed in the Dragon Lord, everything would be fine.

It sounds ridiculous, but a whole generation has been killed in Bema, and too many war widows have been turned into prostitutes.

The remaining young adults also had to embark on the ruthless "golden belt road", and they were conquered even if the wind tightened.

How could you believe in the enemy’s religion?

But this is indeed the case.

Just like an atomic bomb dropped from the sky, no matter how atheistic a person is, they will long for such a being to suddenly appear and save the people, let alone the already superstitious Western Continent.

Poverty, famine, and banditry are the atomic bombs that fell on the Principality of Bema.

The Lord of Eternity and Time is an existence that can be desired, and the country that desires this god has a rich country and a strong people, and the proof is as solid as a mountain.

Fighting openly and secretly with Bianhuahua, the Dragon Lord will give you a home.

Even on the east coast, there are churches, congregations, and defenders of the Eternal Sect. This is the hard power of the religion in the Western Continent.

Marcus is far from the person whose brain was burned by the sect as Zahak imagined. He understands the current situation and what this matter means to Alan.

In this foreign country, there are constraints everywhere, and few of the soldiers borrowed from the admiral are actually there to support them. They are just a formality, and they don't even have to think about running away when encountering a tough battle.

The only thing that is truly reliable is...

People of the Dragon of Eternity and Time.

Micah on the boat looked at the people on the shore, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"Fuck you..."

Micah didn't know what else to use to express his current state of mind except these four words.

Hundreds of torches illuminate the entire cave.

The mentally retarded giant, who was more than five meters tall, was holding a large oil drum and smashed it heavily on the ground.

This oil barrel is filled with cloth strips, and the effect is self-evident.

Zahak had previously sent out a hundred military policemen to support them. They had bows and arrows in their hands. They wrapped the arrows in cloth strips and lit them on torches.

There are also two hundred defenders that Marcus transferred from the surrounding areas of Linden City. Although their equipment is not sophisticated enough and they only wear cloth and leather armor, they are also devilish. The emotion in their eyes is a kind of unimaginable madness.

They also held rockets.

In addition, there are more than twenty priests brought by Marcus from the territory of Aram. The cold black heavy plate armor is a bit bloated. The black iron dragon mask only exposes two holes for the eyes. It was as dark as an abyss.

And Marcus himself, with dry hair, a metal chin, a masochistic face covered with scratches, wearing chainmail, holding a scripture in his hand, standing on the shore with one hand behind his back.

An extremely terrifying pressure came.

Even Fen, who had always been calm and composed, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. A drop of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't help but look at the fragments of the stele containing the magic sealing stone in his arms.

Maybe I can only use this thing as a medium, but I will definitely suffer backlash, and maybe I will die.

Is it time to test your own measurability?

Fortunately it is.

Marcus had no intention of taking action and just stood still. Although Fen didn't know what tricks he was going to play, the longer the delay was, the better. He knew the abilities of the others in Black Sail and would definitely come back to help.

Marcus could have attacked immediately, but he had concerns.

The Dragon Lord appears.

It's not that it never happens, but it happens very rarely, and every time it is an important point of difference that affects the direction of the entire world.

Even when the "Disaster Witch" was rescued from prison, the Dragon Lord did not give any instructions.

It's because of something else.

Someone on this ship, or something, or something metaphysical, the fate of this ship is crucial.

This made Marcus afraid to act rashly, protecting some surprisingly fragile items.

"We would like to board the ship for inspection, please be accommodating."

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

Fen adheres to the principle of procrastinating as much as possible and doesn't mind chatting for a while.

"This is a private ship. The captain is not here. You can wait half an hour and he will be back."

Fen calmed down and already had a strategy. This group of people had been hanging around inland for a long time and didn't know the dangers of the coast.

Although Marcus ordered people to raise rockets, he currently has no intention of burning the ship. In that case, the things would be destroyed and sink into the sea, swept away by the undercurrent, and disappear without a trace.

But he had to give Fen a little show of strength.

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

Next scene.

Micah is scared to death, how can he withstand this?

"Everyone! Wallman! Hold on to the mast!"

Fen shouted, it doesn't matter even if the upper half of the hull is smashed, there are materials in the warehouse, and Heywood can repair it.

The lower half of the hull cannot be taken care of. The mast is the most important. If it is smashed, everyone will be trapped here.

The demented giant forcibly lifted a large stone weighing about two tons from the ground. The formation was as scary as possible.

He picked up the huge rock and then slammed it towards the ship. It flew nearly a hundred meters away in a terrifying parabola and exploded towards the mast.

Fen quickly pulled out the magic thread, forming a giant net, tearing the oncoming giant rock into more than a dozen pieces of rubble, and the power was dispersed.

But it still penetrated part of the hull, and a huge explosion penetrated the hole. The ship's railing was also shattered, and sawdust flew wildly.

One of the rounds weighed hundreds of kilograms of gravel and was about to hit the mast.

Wollman's tall body stretched out his hand to block it, but his arm was shaking and blood was oozing out.

Fin knew that Marcus was about to get serious.

"You guys from the interior, your brains are already rusty."

Fin pressed his monocle.

When it comes to who is the strongest in the Black Sail Pirates, it is not me or Morrison.

Indisputable.

The Furmac King's Revenge.

Now it is aimed at the shore with a T-shaped advantage.

Following Fen's command.

There were thirty-six reinforced cannons on board, eighteen on one side.

At this time, the wooden planks on the hull to prevent the ship's guns from being corroded by sea water and rain were turned over, revealing eighteen terrifying cannons.

Marcus' eyelids twitched.