People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

The battle ended quickly.

This is not surprising. The moment Blackbeard lost his greatest advantage and allowed the undead army to approach the Queen Anne's Revenge, the outcome was already doomed.

His sword that can control the sailboat is indeed invincible when facing ordinary people, but when facing undead monsters, those cables become less daunting, especially when the undead monster reaches a certain level. quantity time.

As for his black magic, it obviously has no meaning to the undead army.

The only pity is that Blackbeard was not captured alive. This great pirate who traveled all over the world resisted and even planned to control the entire Queen Anne's Revenge and sink it into the sea. The soldiers had to end his life.

So when Townsend walked out of the captain's cabin with Jack Sparrow, all he saw was a mangled corpse.

By the way, Jack Sparrow emphasized that he did not enter the captain's cabin because he was afraid of fighting, but just to protect Townsend. Of course, only he believed this.

"Mr. Tang, all the enemies have been wiped out, and no one on our side has died." Tom reported excitedly: "Except for a few unlucky ones who accidentally had their necks broken."

"It would be a surprise if someone died." Tang Sen glanced at the corpse on the ground: "I'm not interested in the pirate's corpse. You don't need to bring it here to show me and throw it into the sea to feed the fish."

"Yes." Tom nodded angrily, "I thought Mr. Tang would be interested in Blackbeard. After all, he is a famous pirate in the sea——"

"Why am I interested? Tom, this is just a dead person. I have no habit of collecting dead people." Tang Sen said calmly:

"It doesn't matter who he is, and it doesn't matter whether he is famous or not. The only reason he lost his life is just because he blocked our way with greed and arrogance. All we need to do is to step over and continue our voyage."

"Aye!" Tom lowered his head.

Mr. Tang's style is indeed beyond my comparison. I still have a long way to go in imitating Mr. Tang.

"By the way, this is his sword."

Tom held up Blackbeard's sword with both hands.

Tang Sen looked at the sword. It was said to be a sword, but in fact its shape was more like a knife. One side was straight and the other side was curved. The sword body was much wider than the popular bayonet in England, and the hilt had a semicircle. The shape of the gauntlet, other than that, is unremarkable.

"This sword is called the Sword of Triton." Tang Sen said softly, holding the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, he felt that the Dauntless under his feet, as well as all the ships around the Dauntless, appeared in his mind. He realized that he seemed to be able to control everything on the ship at will.

The cable above Tang Sen's head slowly hung down, swimming in the air like a snake's head, and then suddenly accelerated, tightly tying up Jack Sparrow who was standing beside him.

"wait--"

Before Sparrow could say anything, he was already hanging in the air.

"So this is how it feels." Tang Sen murmured.

No wonder Blackbeard can cross the sea. When holding this sword, the feeling of controlling everything makes people feel like God.

"Why do you want to test me?" Sparrow swayed in the air, his voice coming and going.

"For the sake of fairness, Captain Sparrow." Tang Sen thought, and Sparrow fell in front of him with a snap: "Everyone has experienced it, and I will never allow Captain Sparrow to not experience it."

"Bah - bah -" Sparrow accidentally bit the blood on the deck, and while getting up from the ground, his facial features wrinkled up, he said: "I hope I will never have this experience again in my life."

"That depends on your performance."

Tang Sen sheathed Triton's sword and hung it on his waist.

This is a good thing. Even an ordinary person, as long as he owns it, it means he has the capital to span the sea, but Tang Sen did not seem very happy.

In his plan, there was no intention to obtain this sword from beginning to end. On the one hand, there was not enough time. Tang Sen did not want to waste time looking for Blackbeard. On the other hand, Tang Sen was very doubtful whether the sword could be controlled. The Flying Dutchman.

After all, that ship was not a creation of mortals. In a sense, it came from gods.

Many things on the Flying Dutchman have their own consciousness, even composed of the corroded bodies of the crew.

Therefore, this thing can only be regarded as the icing on the cake for Tang Sen's plan.

"Well, it's time to check out our loot."

"Blackbeard seems to have collected a lot of good ships. Our fleet may be able to be updated."

Blackbeard's attack was just a small episode for the fleet, although it did add a lot of confidence to the undead army.

Especially for the pirates from Tertuga, being able to defeat the most terrifying nightmare on the sea is enough for them to boast about for a lifetime.

The resentment towards being cursed and becoming immortal has also dissipated a lot.

Of course, Tang Sen did not expect them to be grateful to him for this, and obviously, the pirates would not either. For Tang Sen, they only had the anger of being deceived, and a fear that was deeper than anger.

Especially after Tang Sen obtained the Sword of Triton, the pirates' natural fear of Blackbeard obviously attached itself to Tang Sen, which also caused them to lose their last hope of resistance.

No matter what, the fleet finally returned to normal navigation, although everyone still didn't know where the destination was.

The days passed.

In the eyes of everyone on the ship, Mr. Tang still maintained a peaceful and cordial attitude every day, but Tom keenly discovered that Mr. Tang seemed a little strange, and as time went by, he became more and more strange.

He spent more and more time standing on the bow of the ship, looking at the compass in William Turner's hand from time to time. He was often absent-minded when practicing fencing with himself.

"How long has it been since we left Port Royal, Tom?"

"Mr. Tang, you asked me this question yesterday." Tom replied carefully: "We have been at sea for nearly four months."

"Has it been four months?"

Tom looked at Tang Sen's thoughtful expression and said, "Mr. Tang, although it's a bit presumptuous, why do you look a little anxious?"

"We still have enough materials and supplies. It is completely enough to sail on the sea for a long time. As long as there is no problem with the compass, we will always find Davy Jones."

"Yes, we will always find him." Tang Sen still looked at the unchanged sea level and muttered to himself: "The premise is that if there is enough time."

"Mr. Tang?" Tom asked doubtfully, "What are you worried about?"

"You won't understand, Tom." Townsend closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

"Has it been a month and a half? It seems like luck is not on my side."

His eyes shot open.

"In this case, there is no need to place your hopes on illusory luck."

"Tom, we need to go to the Black Pearl."