My queen is rebelling!

The Scarlet Island main base, strictly speaking, is not a natural island. From a distance, it looks more like a sea monster with a strong visual impact.

In fact, it was built from an ancient behemoth.

When the incarnation of the fifty-eighth pillar demon god, Ami, created the pirate group, he brought a Starbeast Leviathan from the depths of the star field and used its remains to build a large sea fortress, which served as the main base for the Scarlet Raiders.

The main structure of the fortress is Leviathan's skeleton, and the core area is located at the heart, which has been transformed into a huge magic furnace that can autonomously absorb the abundant fire elements from the undersea volcano.

It can be used to smelt the salvaged shipwreck metal and provide a steady stream of energy for the entire fortress.

Leviathan's spiral ribs form a natural semi-open dome, the spine has been transformed into a magic lighthouse, and a special star altar has been set up at the skull's crown. The sea witches can use the power of the stars to control the long-distance space transmission of the fortress by observing the movement of the stars.

However, each transmission will consume a lot of resources.

Since the establishment of the Scarlet Island main base, it has only been moved three times in total.

Above the fortress, twelve 100-meter-high spiral bone spurs pierce the clouds, and the flag of the Scarlet Raiders pirate group hangs at the end—a hideous scarlet demon, exactly the same as the mask on Kern's face.

On the observation deck transformed from the sixth vertebrae, Flint, the captain of the Scarlet Raiders, was observing the real-time images transmitted through the magic circle from within 500 nautical miles around the main base.

Behind him were three deputy captains whose auras were slightly inferior to Flint's.

Outside the gate of the observation deck stood a burly man with a black beard and a look of trepidation and anxiety. This was the captain "Blackbeard" who had been caught in a trap by Mr. Modo and knew that he had caused a catastrophe.

The Scarlet Island main base is shrouded in eerie sea fog all year round. In addition, the remaining pressure of the behemoth's remains makes it almost impossible for any human activity to be found around.

On the boundless ocean, there was not a single sound.

After watching for a while, Flint's dull voice sounded:

"Is today the time agreed upon with the group leader?"

Deputy head Barbo quickly responded:

"Yes, according to the time calculation, it should be soon."

Barbo is known as the shadow of the group leader, but this group leader refers to the previous group leader, Flint.

He used to be Flint's most trusted and close assistant, and his combat power was also extremely powerful. He was often responsible for leading assault ships or close combat squads, and was a brave general under Flint's command.

However, after the new group leader Gilly Voss appeared, the relationship between Barbo and Flint became very subtle.

Barbo did not immediately change his allegiance, but his attitude towards Flint was obviously not as enthusiastic and flattering as before.

Instead, he often went to Gilly Voss to report on his work and connect with him.

As a result, people in the group often secretly discussed that Barbo's nickname "the shadow of the group leader" was still well-deserved—he only wanted to be the shadow of the group leader, and it didn't matter who the group leader was.

After a question and an answer, there was another strange silence in the observation deck.

The four people had subtle expressions on their faces. They all had an unspeakable emotion in their hearts for their nominal boss.

The silence was broken by a slightly younger voice. Will, the youngest of the three deputy leaders, spoke, with a hint of instigation in his tone:

"According to 'Blackbeard', he only looted a few ships of grain. After learning that it belonged to the Pale Wings, he did not touch a single person or cargo, and they were all temporarily detained in the branch base.

However, since Gilly Voss appeared, the so-called "Young Group Leader" was naturally no longer mentioned, and Will's depression and resentment can be imagined.

Flint coughed lightly and turned his gaze to the last deputy leader, Beckman.

Beckman is the oldest and most experienced of the four.

He is responsible for formulating combat plans, managing the daily affairs of the crew, and taking over command when the group leader is absent.

He was a subordinate carefully cultivated by the incarnation of the first group leader, the fifty-eighth pillar demon god Ami, and also the oldest person in the entire Scarlet Raiders pirate group who most supported Gilly Voss.

Beckman has a calm and steady personality and is good at analyzing the situation. Even during Flint's tenure as group leader, he relied heavily on this deputy.

More importantly, Beckman's transcendent profession is the rare [Pirate Witch Doctor], who can treat combat wounds, deal with diseases and epidemics, and boost team morale.

Moreover, he is also the controller of the Star Altar of the Scarlet Island main base, and is the only person besides the first group leader, the incarnation of the fifty-eighth pillar demon god Ami, who can control the main base for long-distance teleportation.

Based on the above two points, Beckman is the most respected and loved person in the Scarlet Raiders pirate group.

Will received Flint's hint and secretly curled his lips. Everyone knew that Beckman had made great contributions to Gilly Voss's smooth takeover of the group leader's position.

Therefore, it is best not to say some things in front of Beckman, as it is easy to cause unnecessary conflicts.

However, Will did not intend to stop and continued:

"Speaking of which, the group leader has not revealed his true identity to us until now. What is this? Do you not trust us?"

Barbo coughed lightly and quickly smoothed things over:

"We are pirates after all. The group leader may have a more sensitive identity in the human continent, so it is not convenient to expose it.

Didn't we speculate before that he was from the Gunter family in the Southern Border?"

After being reminded by Barbo, Flint took over the conversation.

He looked at his long-time think tank and old partner, Beckman, and continued Barbo's words:

"The true identity of the group leader seems to be still a mystery.

We previously speculated that he might be from the Effie Gunter family, but now it seems that it is not quite right.

If he was, it would be impossible not to contact us to participate when the Southern Border rebelled.

What's more, now the people of the Gunter family have been almost wiped out by the young king of Effie, and our group leader is still safe and sound.

That one in Florence is an existence who can even kill saints. If the group leader is really a member of the Gunter family, there is no reason why he could escape his liquidation."

Beckman seemed to be immersed in some thoughts. After Flint finished speaking for a while, he slightly recovered and showed a apologetic look, saying:

"What the boss said is right. It seems that I guessed wrong before. I think the group leader should just live in the Southern Border and have nothing to do with the Gunter family."

Flint then said:

"Except for Will, everyone is a brother who has been fighting together in the wind and rain for decades. I'll be blunt about some things.

I think this time the group leader brought the legendary tier of the Pale Wings back, it should not be just for the matter of one or two grain ships being robbed."

Hearing Flint's words, a dignified look appeared in Beckman's eyes, and Barbo and Will next to him also changed their expressions slightly upon hearing this.

Will's lips moved, wanting to open his mouth to say something, but Barbo pulled his sleeve.

Obviously, Boss Flint was discussing the real intention of the group leader's return with Beckman. They better not disturb him.

Beckman nodded silently, looked at Flint, and waited for him to continue speaking.

Flint obviously had a plan today, and continued to say:

"Everyone should have heard about what happened in the Southern Border of Effie recently.

The King of Effie appointed the Dragon Rider, who recently shone brightly in Florence, as the new Grand Duke of the Southern Border, and he acted vigorously as soon as he took office, executing several long-inherited nobles.

Judging from this posture, it seems that there is no intention of stopping.

In addition, with the identity of the king's lover, there is no existence in Effie that can stop the Red Dragon Duchess. The power structure in the Southern Border is bound to usher in a major change.

I speculate that our group leader is very likely to be involved with those great nobles, so he chose to withdraw from the human continent and return to the pirate group!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people changed even more.

After thinking for a while, Beckman replied:

"The boss's speculation is very accurate. In fact, on the eve of the news of the Red Dragon Duchess's inauguration, the group leader called away several good players from the group to help him in the Southern Border.

From this point of view, the group leader did encounter some crises in the Southern Border of Effie.

Faced with the aggressive Red Dragon Duchess, it is only natural for him to have this idea."

With Beckman's affirmation, Flint's face was obviously even more solemn.

He slowly said:

"Before, the group leader rarely intervened in the specific affairs of the group, allowing us to develop on our own. Things are still okay.

But once he is determined to regain power, things will be different."

A cold look appeared in Beckman's eyes, and he looked at Flint seriously.

Flint's intact eye showed a cold light, and he said in a deep voice:

"I am not greedy for power, I have my own plans to complete.

I cannot tolerate a novice with no experience destroying the development of the pirate group.

If he is willing to be a mascot, I can respect him as the master. Money, beauty, and fame, I can give him all of them.

But if he is going to interfere with the development of the group and cause a crisis in the pirate group, then I will never tolerate it."

Flint's meaning was very straightforward. He did not trust a young man who had not been to sea many times to manage such a large pirate group.

He also wanted to use this pirate group as a foundation to complete his revenge plan.

Beckman obviously understood Flint's meaning. After thinking for a long time, he nodded slowly and said:

"Boss, don't worry, the Scarlet Raiders is also my home. If the group leader insists on taking him in the wrong direction, of course I won't agree."

Beckman paused, changed the subject, and then said:

"However... If he can prove his ability, Boss, I hope we can still unite and avoid unnecessary division and strife!"

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Flint's hideous face, and he replied:

"If he does better than I do, I will naturally treat him well as the group leader!"

After Flint finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

Flint's reputation as a leader was fearsome, deterring pirates throughout the seas near the Kingdom of Ceylon. While Flint might not have been the strongest pirate in terms of raw power, he was undoubtedly the most outstanding when it came to strategic planning and developing his forces.

After the conversation started, the atmosphere in the crow's nest noticeably relaxed. Before long, a black dot appeared in the light screen before their eyes—their captain was coming!

…

Flint, along with his three vice-captains, Beckman, Barbossa, and Will, waited on the island.

When they saw Cohen and Mr. Modo arrive with a hundred "Golden Wing Guards," they all revealed strange expressions.

Golden Wing Guards!

These were Golden Wing Guards whose combat prowess was equivalent to that of "elite" fighters. How did the captain manage to bring them here? Could he have reached some sort of alliance with the Pale Wings?

They also had their own intelligence network and knew that even with Mr. Modo's esteemed position as the Northwest Inspector of the Golden Wing Family, he couldn't easily mobilize the Golden Wing Guards.

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Just what was the other, more shocking identity of their captain that allowed him to command the Golden Wing Guards!

As Flint looked at Mr. Modo beside Cohen, the shock in his heart deepened.

He recognized this person as Mr. Modo, who had previously been caught in a trap while representing the Golden Wing Family in negotiations.

A transcendent of Legendary-tier high stage, the Legendary-tier expert the captain brought was actually him.

While the Crimson Raiders were observing Cohen and the others, Cohen was also subtly sizing them up.

His mind raced through the detailed information and daily habits of each person that Gilly Vorse had given him.

The famous Flint 'Blacktooth,' the captain, was focused intently on Mr. Modo beside him, seemingly recognizing his identity and even displaying a hint of apprehension.

Beckman, the calm, steady, resourceful, and most trustworthy vice-captain, didn't seem to have a strong reaction to Cohen bringing Mr. Modo and the Golden Wing Guards, but there was a faint worry on his face.

Was he concerned that Cohen would rely on the external support of the Pale Wings to oppose Flint?

Barbossa, the opportunistic but courageous vice-captain, wore undisguised shock on his face. He couldn't imagine the power of Mr. Modo or the prestige of the Golden Wing Guards.

As for the last, young vice-captain Will, his face was noticeably paler. Having grown up in a tough environment, he naturally knew how esteemed the other party's identity was.

No matter how powerful they were, they were still just pirates who couldn't operate in the open.

The fact that Cohen could interact with the Northwest Inspector of the Pale Wings on equal terms, and even have the Golden Wing Guards escort him, was enough to prove that Cohen's true identity was far beyond his reach.

Cohen took the initiative to greet them:

"Flint, Beckman, Barbossa, Will, this is the Northwest Regional Inspector of the Pale Wings, Mr. Modo, the protector of Isabella Winser, the Golden Wing Maiden."

The others suppressed their complex inner thoughts and expressed their respect to Mr. Modo.

Flint looked at his captain, who was noticeably more proactive and assertive than before, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. However, the other party's behavior confirmed his previous guess.

The captain's motives for bringing someone from the Pale Wings back were indeed not simple. He really was preparing to completely take control of the pirate crew.

Flint skillfully concealed his thoughts, forcing a stiff smile onto his scarred face, and said apologetically:

"I'm truly sorry. My men are incompetent and have offended the esteemed guests of the Pale Wings.

Blackbeard, get over here!"

The burly man who had been waiting outside the observatory quickly ran over.

Flint pointed at him and immediately began to scold:

"Next time, open your dog eyes before you act! The Pale Wings are our honored guests. If there's a next time, you can jump into the sea and feed the fish yourself."

Blackbeard repeatedly apologized, and Mr. Modo didn't pursue the matter, casually waving his hand and saying:

"Just be careful next time.

Originally, we, the Pale Wings, wouldn't be stingy about a ship or two of grain.

But the grain you robbed this time was being transported from Effiein to the outer continent, and it belonged to the King of Effiein.

Your actions are interfering with Effiein's normal grain trade. Our young lady was very angry when she heard about it, so she sent me to contact your captain and resolve the issue."

Hearing this, a look of realization dawned on Flint and the others.

No wonder the Pale Wings sent Mr. Modo, a Legendary-tier high stage expert, for just two ships of grain. It turned out that the King of Effiein was involved.

The story between King Cohen Corleone of Effiein and Isabella Winser, the Golden Wing Maiden, was so well-known that unless you lived in a remote mountain village with no access to information, you could hear the wandering poets on the streets tell it two or three times.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mr. Modo took the initiative to mention that he and the captain had hit it off and enjoyed their conversation, hoping to stay in the pirate crew for a while longer and enjoy the sea view.

The bad feeling in Flint's heart was confirmed—Mr. Modo was indeed a helper that the captain had brought in.

He couldn't help but wonder what the true identity of this mysterious captain was that he could hook up with the Northwest Inspector of the Pale Wings.

Naturally, Flint had no reason to refuse. Having a Legendary-tier transcendent in the crew would add to their strength.

After saying that, Mr. Modo didn't disturb them any further and took the Golden Wing Guards to the base's rest area, leaving Cohen and Flint and the others behind.

The group went to the place where they held meetings. Cohen took the seat of honor without hesitation, looked at Flint and the others who were seated in turn, and stated his demands directly:

"This time, I plan to stay for quite a long time.

To be precise, due to some things that happened in the southern territory of Effiein, I now need to shift the focus of my work to the crew.

In the past, I didn't interfere in some matters and let you do as you pleased. From today onwards, I will take over all the work in the crew.

The development direction of the Crimson Raiders will also have to change!"

As Cohen's voice fell, the air in the council hall suddenly became much heavier.

Flint and the others had guessed that Cohen would assert his authority, but they didn't expect him to be so direct, so eager, and so uncompromising.

Without even the necessary pleasantries and understatement, he immediately demanded to take over all the affairs of the crew and even clearly stated that he wanted to change the development direction of the pirate crew.

Such actions obviously caught everyone off guard, especially Flint, whose nerves were touched by the other party's tone.

Flint's face visibly darkened.

After a brief silence, Beckman spoke up:

"I wonder if the captain has any specific plans. It wasn't easy for the Crimson Raiders to develop to where they are now. Rashly changing the mode and rules of operation, or even changing the direction of development, could easily lead to unnecessary turmoil.

In the seas near the Northwest Continent, besides us, there are also the Black Sail Crew and the Undercurrent Specter, two powerful pirate crews.

In addition, the Navy of the Kingdom of Ceylon has always been paying close attention to us. If there is turmoil in the crew at this sensitive time, it could easily give them an opportunity to take advantage of us, leading to irreversible consequences."

Cohen's voice was calm, seemingly unconcerned about the others' attitudes, and said:

"The mode and rules of operation will remain the same as before, but from now on, there are a few things that need to be changed.

First, all positions in the pirate crew above the rank of squad leader, including detachment leaders, squadron leaders, vice-captains, captains, branch base leaders, and mid-level managers in the main base.

Whether in the combat sequence or the logistics sequence, the changes and promotions of these personnel must be approved by me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the others changed at the same time. This was to firmly grasp the power to appoint and remove all personnel above the mid-level in the crew in his own hands.

Cohen didn't give the other party time to react and continued:

"Second, any use of funds exceeding 10,000 gold coins in the crew must be signed by me to take effect."

This was to seize financial power!

"Third, the actions of all main battleships in the crew, including flagships, battleships, supply ships, and magic ships, must be reported to me."

After the three points were said, the air in the council hall had become extremely heavy, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Cohen's dominance completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

Flint's face no longer had any expression, indicating that he couldn't be bothered to say another word.

With one mouth, he wanted to take away the crew's personnel, financial, and operational powers. Even Beckman, who had been the most supportive of the captain, couldn't find a way to smooth things over.

Cohen was really treating them as his subordinates.

Almost everyone was angrily questioning in their hearts, 'How long have you been here? The Crimson Raiders' current strength was all built by them, risking their lives and spending a lot of energy to develop it.

You just want to come and reap the rewards with a righteous name? Do you think you're the illegitimate son of the gods?'

The first to lose his temper was Will, the youngest of the group. He didn't hide the anger on his face, stood up directly, stared at Cohen, and his pupils flashed with anger:

"Captain, are you treating us all as your slaves?

If you insist on doing this, then I'd rather leave the Crimson Raiders!"

Facing the agitated Will, Cohen's face didn't show any emotion and said calmly:

"Vice-Captain Will, is this your final decision?"

Will was stunned and became even more furious, turning to leave.

But before his foot could step out of the council hall, he was heavily struck back by an invisible magical wave.

Mr. Modo appeared leisurely at the door, smiling faintly and saying:

"Young man, let's talk things over calmly. Don't get angry!"

Faced with Will, who had fallen to the ground, almost everyone had three chilling words appear in their minds:

Show of force!