our family is gone

Chapter 595 The End of the Bay

There is no communication equipment now. People on the boat have to go ashore to update information, and the boat has already set off and wandered on the sea.

As for the reason?

Just like those unlucky guys who came to feed the fish some time ago, they were ordinary pirates who were attracted by greed and had no choice but to fight.

But most of the maps of Hamlet they could find pointed to this side from years ago, not the new side.

Because that place is so ordinary, it may not even have a name on the pirate's chart, it may just be a small town or village.

For those pirates who are familiar with Hamlet, the previous bandit invasion may have been ruined in the eyes of those pirates.

It's very interesting to see this kind of mistake, especially for deep divers. In the past, if you wanted to transform, you had to have a siren sing outside to trick a few over.

The pirates that have been coming to our door in recent days may be because these pirates disturbed the deep divers, so they attacked the nearest human town.

Who knows, anyway, the deep diver is dead, but the pirates are still coming for plunder.

"Land! Land is seen!"

"Fuck you! Stop barking!"

But they had never experienced such a strange mist before, and it swallowed them up completely in an instant.

"..."

Then the "whirring" sound of the wind and some weird melodies came into my mind.

Dirty and ugly seem to be synonymous with them.

Suddenly wails and screams echoed across the deck, and the pirates who had just gathered reacted and wanted to run for their lives.

It was only at this time that the music hidden in the mist became clearer and clearer, and in the end it even overshadowed the wild laughter.

Because those pirates had fallen on the deck, the remaining few stood there blankly as if they had lost their minds for some reason.

"Drive over quickly!"

Those eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and there was almost a cruel smile on his face, and his thin body could not restrain that crazy and ugly soul.

One or two of them were wearing smelly, blackened and caked clothes that had not been washed for who knows how long. Their skin was dark and red, with large sunburn cracks, sparse hair, and knotted beards, all of which were revealing. out of the harsh living environment.

Because the pirates suddenly started fighting each other for some reason. They seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, and they took out knives and stabbed their companions around them.

"Everyone fucking moves!"

Some even laughed wildly for no apparent reason, their bodies making chaotic movements uncontrollably, and they did not react even when swords were applied to them.

Their interest was suddenly interrupted, drawing their attention back to their surroundings.

"Damn! What's going on?"

A ship of forty or fifty pirates was manipulated and easily wiped out.

The words in Lance's mouth seemed to have magic power, and the dull pirate in front of him really said it without reservation.

Iron chain chain!

Only killing, gold coins, alcohol and women can appease these crazy thugs.

"It's not night now, where did this fog come from?"

However, at this time, there was inexplicable fog on the sea, blocking their sight.

The other person interrupted before he finished speaking. There are many taboos in life at sea, because once something goes wrong, it is really difficult to escape.

"We shouldn't encounter anything..."

The bell rang rapidly, and the chains were like the eight-clawed tentacles of a sea beast dragging those guys into the boat one by one.

It is more convenient to communicate with humans. Lance has had enough of those weird things.

And the looming buildings on the distant land stimulated them even more.

Countless strange legends of the sea rolled through the pirate's mind, trying to match what he saw in front of him.

The terrified screams turned into roars before they could react further.

Lance, who was standing at the bow of the ship, finally put down the conch and raised his other hand to ring the bell.

None of them were novices. They immediately picked up their weapons and spread out to guard against possible enemies. Some of them quickly fiddled with the sails.

Captivating people's hearts, this is the true use of [Charming Voice].

But before they could find it, the sound of chains colliding suddenly sounded, and they saw the chains thrown from the dilapidated ship hooking the sides of the ship and connecting the two ships.

But it was this dilapidated appearance that took away their last sanity.

"Tell me, who are you and why are you here?"

A chain was stretched out from the ship, and a pirate was grabbed and dragged into the ruined ship.

The main body is as dark and gloomy as the deep sea, and is covered with barnacles and other sea creatures. The sails have long been damaged on a large scale, and obvious breaks can even be seen on the hull.

But the pirates no longer cared, because they saw a ship appearing nearby at some point.

Some sailors on the old pirate ship were cheering. Only those who have experienced the pain of wandering at sea can understand their feelings.

"Speed ​​up quickly."

But these fierce sounds seemed to stimulate the ship, and something more terrifying than the chains appeared.

But listening to their description of the rumors about Hamlet circulating on the pirate island, judging from the time, it was not his own handiwork.

Someone had wanted to encourage the pirates before, but they came here to feed the fish out of nowhere.

Could it be the ancestor? Is he still in contact with those pirates?

Or is it that the ancestors couldn't find anything to eat on land and wanted to eat some seafood, so they lured them here?

Lance doesn't know, and these pirates naturally don't know either.

So the iron chain was like a long-awaited poisonous snake stretching out to tie him up and drag him into the cabin. He could vaguely hear some sound, but it stopped abruptly the next second.

After dealing with these pirates, Lance turned his attention to the ship.

Gently ring the bell, and at the urging of the bell, several ghosts dressed as sailors appear.

Yes, the evil curse of the ancestor has remained. Anyone killed by this ship will have their souls imprisoned in it.

But these ghost crews are immortal and can be continually summoned as long as the ship is not destroyed.

For Lance, the ghost crew with ordinary decorations is simply a nightmare for ordinary people, or ordinary extraordinary people.

In other words, a ship is a fleet!

Of course, these ghost crew members cannot leave the ship, and this restriction suddenly seems useless.

What's even more interesting is that the ship will automatically restore its state, just like the restoration of the destroyed scene that Lance glimpsed on the deck.

As long as it kills more lives, it can recover as quickly as possible and even become stronger.

Coupled with the power of disappearing into the mist, it was enough to make it the most terrifying sea killer in the age of sailing.

"That's right, that's right!" Lance seemed to suddenly realize something. This ship is called [Infinite Light], and it is the car of the fucking pirate king Black Jack!

Lance finally understood what the ability of [Netherworld Voyage] was, which was the ritual that came with the ship itself.

It is precisely because the fog covers it when the ability is activated that the term "matte" is used.

Maybe it was arranged by the ancestor to cover up their traces, or maybe the ship was found by the ancestor because it was not simple in the first place.

It is rumored that the pirate king Black Jack suddenly disappeared, probably at the hands of his ancestor.

But anyway, once it's in my hands, it can be regarded as returning to its original owner.

Now Lance doesn't need to choose a name anymore. The name "No Light" is very appropriate.

[Soul Binding] [Immortal Ship] [Mist Submersible], nothing can be more gloomy than this thing.

A perfect ghost ship...

It was originally a helpless move to temporarily shelve the treasure house in the bay, but now he found a way, two ships, the pirate ship can hold all kinds of junk collected.

As for the treasures of the Deep Diver's treasury, they are of course stored on the No-Light.

You must know that Lance is a hamster, and he feels insecure if things are not hidden.

There is no safer place than driving in the void with immortal ghosts watching over him.

It's just that the spiritual energy consumed by summoning him once is a bit high, but Brother Fu is not lacking in this now, and he can kill a few more enemies at most.

Thinking of this, Lance drove the Wuguang to drag the pirate ship back to the small dock under the sea cliff.

Thanks to the showroom, Lance only had to raise his hand and bite off the mountains of treasures like a giant gold-swallowing beast.

After going back and forth a few times, it was almost empty. Watching the water pressure line continue to move up gave people a heavy feeling. It can be said that the harvest of the bay really made Lance smile crookedly.

However, at this moment, Lance's smile froze and he couldn't help but look at the sea in the distance.

The familiar scent is that of a deep diver!

This time, Lance was not surprised but happy, with a smile on his face.

I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up.

He immediately took out the conch horn and blew it vigorously to attract the deep divers from a distance.

Those deep divers who rushed back would not give him any more time. They approached each other at a terrifying speed in the water, as if their bodies were born for this.

Lance stepped on the bow of the boat, and the smile on his face looked a bit ferocious.

"Get up, lazy boy!" Lance shook the bell like a real captain, summoning the ghost crew.

Emergency gathering!

Although they cannot stray too far from the Lightless, those wandering ghosts can appear anywhere on the ship, including the bottom of the ship.

So when those deep divers who were invincible in the water wanted to dig the boat, they were caught by the ghosts emerging from the boat.

Join us……

And the anchor was stirring fiercely in the water, and the deep-sea warriors were dragged and strangled one by one, or thrown onto the deck.

They immediately set their sights on Lance, but they did not expect that countless hands stretched out from the deck and dragged him into the cabin.

When the deep-sea shamans lurking inside saw this scene, they naturally mobilized the power of the deep sea in the water, hoping to incite waves to tear the broken ship apart.

But have they forgotten one thing?

The rich sound began to spread, and the sea water became the medium of transmission. The magical power disrupted the tide and interrupted the shaman's spellcasting.

What's even more terrifying is that a thought is creeping into their minds.

The shaman was a spellcaster and could withstand it, but the deep-sea warriors and guards went crazy and started killing all the creatures they could see, including their companions.

Lance took the opportunity to shake the bell and let the anchor catch the shamans.

Most of them were killed or wounded during the invasion of Hamlet, and now the remaining ones may only add up to a hundred or so.

There are even fewer shamans, less than ten.

This configuration is not as good as the one he killed in the bay, and he quickly eliminated them.

However, he didn't get any spirituality, and it was basically eaten by the Wuguang. Although it still felt dilapidated after being replenished, the cracks in the bow of the ship had healed, and at least it seemed that there was no risk of breaking.

The chains pulled up the last shaman. At this time, there were several deep divers bundled in the deck, all of which were basic models.

Lance grinned as he watched them struggling. They couldn't be killed, they were his research material.

The value of a living body is much higher than that of a corpse.

Turning back to look at the calmed sea, Lance suddenly laughed wildly, even a little crazy.

"Hahaha!"

He had suffered so much in the water along the way, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to pretend to be stupid and control the siren first to lead the deep divers in the bay to the shore.

But he never dared to go into the water to confront those deep divers.

And now they are finally killed in the water, which means that the deep divers will no longer pose a threat to Hamlet. No matter how many more they come, they will only recharge the lightless number.

How could that feeling not excite Lance?

Until Lance raised his head and looked at the top of the sea cliff, he did not continue to laugh, but calmed down.

It's not the time to laugh now, the ancestor is still looking at him.

I calmed down and completed what I needed to accomplish after being out for so long. Now that the strategic goal was achieved, there was no need to stay.

"Go home!" Lance waved his hand, and the bell also rang. "The Lightless is setting off, targeting Hamlet!"

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St. Helier is an equally magnificent city. If Totnes is the economic core of the empire, then this is the political core, because it is the capital of the empire.

In contrast to the tall city walls, people are like ants walking in and out of it. The level of prosperity is enough to confirm the identity of this city.

The war did not spread here, and the stalemate on the front line stabilized this crumbling empire.

But in fact, the war has already begun to affect their lives. No matter how much they don't want to admit it, the refugees living here are like disgusting bed bugs, which are difficult to clean up no matter what.

The rise in prices is like a rope strangling their throats. Just tightening it a little can make them feel suffocated like death.

There was a man in a full clown costume at the corner of the street, but instead of having funny makeup on his face, he had a strange mask that looked like white bones, with faintly visible skull lines.

The clown uniform on his body was also full of patches, giving him a dusty feeling, which was normal in this difficult time.

It's just that this person played the musical instrument in his hand, and what came out was a melodious and lively sound. It sounded very pleasant to the ears, full of a relaxed and joyful feeling. If he were in a dance hall, he would have danced to the rhythm.

It's a pity that most people can't even support themselves, let alone watch and appreciate music.

When the song ended, the people around him dispersed without hesitation, and the clown had no intention of stopping him. He looked down at the bag in front of him that was empty, not even a copper coin...

(End of this chapter)