People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 57 Triton's Sword

"Move you idiots!"

At this time, on the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge, a pale and tall voodoo corpse held a long whip and slapped the sailors' backs fiercely.

These voodoo corpses are objects shaped by black magic. They look a bit like zombies and are strong.

"When it's time to search, don't let me see you hiding even a single shilling, or your heads will hang under the ship's side until the flesh and blood rots and falls off, becoming part of the Queen Anne's Revenge!"

The sailors endured the whip silently. They had long been used to life on the Queen Anne's Revenge. They were not so much sailors as slaves.

They usually don't need to participate in the battle, just look at Blackbeard standing on the bow, raise the sword, and all their enemies will be hoisted up like lambs, and the cables will suffocate those people, and then, they will pluck their swords like they are lying on the ground. Like vegetables, look for those who are not hanged, take off the heads of each other one by one, and search for all the wealth of the other party.

As for those who escaped the cables by hiding in the cabin, the voodoo will tell them what it means to have nowhere to hide.

Blackbeard's raids generally leave no one alive.

"Warships, pirate ships, merchant ships, when did such a large and strange fleet appear in the Caribbean Sea?" a sailor whispered.

"It has nothing to do with us, anyway, they are out of luck." Another sailor sighed: "How many people have to be chopped off, they will be too tired to be soft."

"Killing people is not the most tiring thing, and you have to move property afterward."

No one will doubt that someone can resist under the attack of Blackbeard. The flag will also fall and flee.

The sailor stood on tiptoe and looked at the largest warship in the distance. The cables on the warship danced wildly like a swarm of snakes. Countless people could be seen holding up their swords to resist the cables. There will also be times when flaws are exposed.

Then they will be tied with ropes and lose their balance, and finally hang around their necks in the air.

More and more people were being hung above the deck, until finally, there was no standing figure to be seen.

"Go to work." Blackbeard's deep voice sounded, followed by the sound of drawing the sword into its sheath neatly.

According to the usual habit, after this terrifying captain finished his work, he should return to the captain's cabin, enjoy the pipe and wine, and wait for the wealth to be brought back continuously, but at this time he is still standing in the second deck. At the door of the captain's cabin, he did not relax his vigilance.

Blackbeard is a very arrogant man, but not so arrogant that he thinks that facing an entire fleet is the same as facing a ship.

Ordinary sailors can also guess that even if most people have been hanged by cables, the part hidden in the cabin should not be underestimated. He needs to keep an eye on those ships at all times, lest a certain cannon is successfully fired and hit Queen Anne On the Revenge.

"Ready to board!"

The voodoo ghosts raised their weapons and roared, and took the lead in swinging over the cable.

The sailors followed one after another, and it rained on the deck of the Intrepid.

The voodoo ghosts walked towards the cabin with a clear goal, while the sailors spread out on the deck, ready to clean up those lucky... or unlucky ones who were not dead.

"I feel something is wrong." A sailor frowned.

"There's something wrong, doesn't it happen every time?"

"No, it's too quiet." The sailor swallowed, "Didn't you notice that these people who were hung didn't even move when they were struggling? How long has it been? Have everyone been hanged?"

"Isn't this a good thing? It just saves effort." Another sailor's eyes lit up: "I haven't noticed before that there are so many gold decorations on this ship!"

"No matter how much you have, it has nothing to do with you." The sailor who felt something was wrong shook his head, let go of his doubts, and said, "Hurry up and search out the belongings of these people first, and wait later if you move slowly." To be whipped."

He came to a hanged sailor and looked up. This man was wearing a uniform of a navy soldier, his neck was tightly bound by a cable, and he was still holding a rapier in his hand. It seemed that he was not dead. Willingly.

"It looks like a good sword." The sailor was a little tempted. Although he couldn't steal his belongings, it shouldn't hurt to change himself to a better weapon, right?
Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to hold the blade of the sword, exerted a little force, but failed to pull the rapier out of the opponent's hand.

"Huh?" He raised his head in doubt, and said to himself, "It's still so tight after death?"

"Maybe not dead yet."

There was a voice, and the sailor replied reflexively: "How is it possible, I have been hanging for so long—"

He raised his head and saw that the originally closed eyes of the soldier who was hung had opened at some point, staring straight at him.

The rest of his words caught in his throat, and he gasped.

The sharp blade of the rapier flashed, and a few fingers flew up. The sailor opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't help screaming out of pain.

But at the next moment, a sword blade was forcefully inserted into his mouth and popped out from the back of his head, and the scream changed into the sound of hissing airflow.

"kill!"

The sound of killing sounded in vain from the Intrepid, and under the terrified eyes of the sailors on the Queen Anne's Revenge, the "corpses" that were hung and swayed by the sea breeze started to move one by one.

Those deadly ropes still choked their throats, but they acted as usual one by one, swung their swords and cut the ropes, and with the momentum of falling, they plunged the sword blades into the sailors' bodies.

"God--"

There was almost no resistance, and these sailors, who were usually only responsible for harvesting and searching, were strangled like weeds under great fear.

The door of Intrepid's cabin exploded with a bang, and a pale body flew upside down.

Then a second, and a third, until all the voodoo were thrown out.

Obviously, these dirty creatures awakened by black magic have no advantage at all when facing the real undead. After being beheaded, they will only become rotten pieces of meat.

Tom strode out with a group of people, holding his sword high.

"The enemy ship is close at hand! Counterattack!"

The hull of the Intrepid was already high, and the soldiers standing on the side of the ship could already see the black beard on the Queen Anne's Revenge, as well as the horrified and gloomy look on the other side.

"Your trick is interesting, but obviously not clever enough. It's all over, Blackbeard!"

Tom took the lead and pointed his sword at Blackbeard: "Unfortunately, it's our turn!"

It feels so good to imitate Mr. Tang's tone of voice!
Tom was intoxicated with himself, and roared: "The army of the undead obeys!"

"Kill this pirate who dares to offend Mr. Tang!"

"Then bring that sword back, it's Mr. Tang's trophy."

(End of this chapter)