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East of Far Hee Island.

At the junction of the forest and the blue sea, this place was originally a peaceful and beautiful beach. When summer arrives, flocks of birds with white wings fall from the sea into the forest and spend the colder autumn and winter here.

but now.

This peace and tranquility was shattered by the pitch-black giant battleship.

Those warships with thick iron skins and sharp spikes are like wild beasts revived from the deep sea, and the dark red rust on the iron skins is like dried blood.

In the shadow of battleships, the pirates' camp has begun to take shape.

Huge tents covered with patches, chaotic walks on the wet and cold sand, no different from those slums outside the city.

in the camp.

One after another huge crosses stood in the radiation of the red moon, and viscous blood continued to slowly drip down the crosses.

On each cross, a strong Lausanne warrior was tied to it, his body hanging in the air. The skin on the back was **** incised, the ribs were pulled out one by one, and then the lungs were carefully pulled out from behind and hung on the pale ribs.

These warriors are the elites of the Sangluo tribe, rare awakeners, possessing physical qualities far beyond ordinary people.

This also means that they can live for a long time without cutting the trachea, even if the lungs are stripped from the chest cavity.

The bright red lungs that emerged from the back, contracted and expanded as the soldiers breathed, looked like the flapping wings of birds from a distance.

This is the famous blood eagle execution by pirates.

This cruel and ruthless criminal law, even in the pirate city of Velost, is enough to make people stunned and horrified.

However.

When these ruthless pirates faced the villagers on Farsi Island, these powerless villagers.

In order to obtain the gift of the evil god, they did not hesitate to inflict the most cruel punishment on those innocents.

in the middle of this camp.

It was a huge octagonal tent with pure white color and dim red candlelight. The tents were covered with hides for warmth, and drainage ditches were dug outside to keep them dry.

Compared with the surrounding environment, this clean and warm tent looks out of place.

In the tent, the lights are bright.

More than a dozen candles the size of a child's arm were placed on the stand, and the flames were burning brightly.

On the table in the center of the tent, a dark-skinned Lausanne warrior was tied tightly.

Covering his mouth with a wooden stick, the soldier's bloodshot eyes were full of intense despair.

to the opposite.

Balder had a relaxed smile on his face. That smile was like drinking some sweet wine after dinner, from the bottom of my heart, but in such an environment, it was frightening.

He slowly put on the white silk gloves.

He picked out an elbow-length knife from the shelf beside him and placed it lightly on the skin of the man's back, feeling the amazing elasticity brought about by the prey's tensed muscles due to fear.

Then…

Stab it!

In the flickering candlelight, the silver-white blade pierced the man's body. The skin, muscles, and fat were torn apart with force, and the texture was clearly visible, and little blood flowed out of it.

Balder gently stretched out **** and pinched the man's ribs.

With a "click", the rib was broken in his hand like dry wood, pulled out from behind in the opposite direction, and was firmly stuck in the muscles that were constantly contracting due to severe pain.

Immediately after.

Balder carefully stroked his two hands on the lungs of the prey, pulled them back, fixed them on the protruding ribs, and sewed them up.

so.

A complete blood eagle is completed in the hands of Baldr.

After completing this **** ritual, Baldur seemed to sense that there was a magnificent will that was staring at him from the endless darkness, blood flowing on his blade.

"Ah... what a perfect piece of art."

There was an unhealthy flush on Balder's pale face.

under him.

The Sangluo warrior who had his internal organs pulled out was still struggling like a river fish that came ashore, but his breathing became weaker and weaker, and the skin on his face also showed a bruise.

Before performing the Blood Eagle Ritual.

Badr injected each sacrifice with a powerful stimulant, which can greatly promote the secretion of adrenal hormones.

Let them stay awake to the greatest extent possible during the torture process.

Moreover, after the **** ritual is completed, these stimulants and the strong physique of the warriors can also make them struggle for a long time, and then slowly die from suffocation or bleeding.

The process of dying is long and painful.

Badr took off his gloves and stuck the white dagger on the table.

Reaching out and picking up a glass of wine, the scarlet liquor is like viscous blood under the flickering candlelight.

While he was slowly drinking fine wine and using despair as a side dish, the smile on his face came from the heart, but it made people shudder even more.

Click!

Just when the mellow blood flowed and the atmosphere slowly reached its climax.

The door of the octagonal tent was pushed open from the outside, and the icy sea breeze with foul-smelling air rushed in from the outside.

The sea breeze blows.

Badr's body froze, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, turned around, and looked towards the door.

Under the red moonlight, a dark figure entered the tent with the sea breeze.

As a pirate, he was not tall, he was wrapped in a tattered black robe, only a pair of eyes full of mystery were exposed, and he was staring at Balder motionless at the moment.

"My dear Marnus."

Balder looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, spread his hands, but had to show a smile on his face.

"Please be sure to tell me that it's so late that you have something to come here to disturb me."

"Two things."

Marnus's voice was flat, without any fluctuations in intonation, and the articulation sounded strange to normal people's ears.

"A good thing, a bad thing. You want to hear that first."

Marnus closed the door, walked into the room, leaned against the thick pole in the center of the room, and asked.

"Let's hear the bad news first."

Balder thought for a while and said with a smile, not looking nervous at all.

"The hound is dead."

Marnus said that he was shrouded in candlelight, but there was no shadow, and his body seemed to be condensed by flowing black mist.

"Really...that's a good hunting dog," Baldur commented. "Then, now my brother, tell me what the good news is."

"The source of faith, the giant golden boa snake, we have found its trace."

"Where?"

At this time, Balder's tone finally changed slightly.

He licked his lips, his eyes glowing with excitement.

During a conversation with Velen, the pirates speculated that the giant boa snake was likely related to the treasure left over from the Golden Age.

Now, the whereabouts of the giant snake have been found.

So, doesn't it mean that the treasure that has been searched by countless pirates for hundreds of years is right in front of him.

"In the center of this island, a place called Crescent Moon Mountain."

Marnus replied leisurely, "In order to avoid shocking the snake, I just glanced at it from a distance and didn't make too much contact."

"How about, what is the strength?"

Badr's fiery heart gradually calmed down, and the more critical it was, the more sensible he had to remain.

It was because he was able to do this that Emperor Ensiril made him the commander-in-chief of the Vanguard.

"so so."

Marnus recalled the sight of the serpent leaping from the waterfall.

Although the scene was spectacular, it was not enough to shock the well-informed pirates.

He thought about it for a while, and sneered, "How powerful can a giant beast in an island be born only a few months ago."

"makes sense."

Badr nodded, although Marnus had some conflicts of interest with him.

But he also had to admit that the other party was extremely outstanding in the group of pirates, both in terms of personal strength and wisdom.

The Sea Emperor, Ensiril, is known as the Scourge behemoth.

As the name suggests, just like his name, people believe that this emperor possesses terrifying and destructive power no less than a natural disaster.

And in the vast territory ruled by the emperor, there are also four famous disaster stars.

Balder himself and Marnus in front of him were among them.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Marnus asked.

His strength is not inferior to Balder, but at special times, he must obey the commander's orders.

"It's not too late."

Baldr took the cape from the hanger and pushed the door out.

At this time, the red moon has fallen from the sea level, but the sun has not yet risen. This is the darkest, coldest, and best time of day to kill.

"Then get ready to act now."

With a wave of Baldur's hand, the delicate rapier flew from the weapon rack and landed in his hand.

Marnus followed, and the remaining pirates began to assemble.

At this time, the seemingly undisciplined pirate army showed a high speed and order that was diametrically opposed to the messy camp. .

Boom!

When the pirates were armed with torches to prepare for action.

The dull roaring sound, from far to near, made people tremble.

"Is it going to rain?"

Beside Balder, a pirate leader with a dark skin and a gold bracelet on his hands guessed.

Badr heard the voice and looked into the air subconsciously.

Although it was pitch-dark, the weather was still sunny now. Three or two dim starlights flickered under the pitch-dark night. Looking towards the end of the sea, a few faint wisps of white light could be vaguely seen on the curved sea level.

“Very sunny weather…”

Baldur muttered to himself, the cool sea breeze blowing across his cheeks.

Next.

The roar stopped.

Around the camp, tall figures stood like logs in the blazing fire.

It was a monk who had traveled all night and came from the country of the moon.

After the plague is over.

The old-fashioned monks in the Moon Kingdom were liquidated and expelled, and Renguang became the leader of the Moon Kingdom with an iron fist.

under his leadership.

The size of the group of mana monks is also growing rapidly.

Now, in just a month or so, this reform has already produced amazing results.

The monks were quicker than Jamia in responding to the intruders.

Among this group of monks, there are old people with wrinkled and thin faces, and there are young teenagers with immature faces.

But without exception.

After seeing those "blood eagles" that were hanging and smashing on the cross and soaring in pain and despair, these monks fell into silence, like Buddha statues without the slightest sound.

"It's just some other natives."

Badr's eyes swept past the monk and said in a disdainful voice.

"I heard that the believers of the giant snake are mainly these monks."

beside him.

Marnus also added in a relaxed tone, "Sure enough, our appearance made the beast feel fear."

"But it's doomed."

Badr took up the conversation in a chant, "because the death knell has sounded for it."

Having said that.

Contrary to the relaxed expression on his face, Badr always felt a vague sense of crisis in his heart.

He had experienced this feeling once.

That was when he was young, sailing alone in the dark deep sea.

The calm water suddenly raised waves, whirlpools emerged, and bubbles burst out... You have no way of knowing what kind of monsters are hidden in this deep sea. Fear and unknown shroud you like a real darkness.

Badr swears!

This bad feeling, he never wanted to experience a second time.

but now.

Undoubtedly, this feeling reappeared in his heart, and it became stronger and stronger as time passed.

Badr had cold sweat on his forehead and glanced at Marnus beside him.

From his companion's only eyes that could show emotion, he noticed that Marnus had the same worries and even... fears as his own.

But soon.

Balder relied on his strong heart to overcome this fear.

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Those monsters who live in the deep sea can never come out of the soil!

Baldur thought so.

Meanwhile, in the next second. He raised the blade in his hand and issued an order.

"Crush the dirt—"

Boom! !

Unprecedented loud noises came from below, and the ground rolled immortal like waves.

At that moment, Balder really thought that he had returned to the deep sea alone, and even if there were pirates around him, he could not bring him any sense of security that he could rely on.

- The earth is tearing apart.

The huge figure covered the sparse starlight in the sky and penetrated the clouds. The huge body was so huge that it was impossible to see the edge. Because of the violent friction with the earth, the temperature of the air rose rapidly, and the storm roared with the appearance of the giant beast. , the sea also set off huge waves, and the rumbling sound made every pirate feel desperate.