Ps: An idea I had a long time ago may not necessarily appear in the text.
After teaching the pirates on the ship a lesson, Tracy turned around and returned to the captain's cabin, trying hard to suppress the disgust that was vaguely visible on her face.
She randomly picked out a book, collapsed on the high-backed chair and flipped through it unconsciously, her thoughts becoming more and more irritable.
The injured Elaine is now far away in Intis, and nothing is more important to Tracy than going to see her!
"No!" Tracy thought to herself.
Ever since she finished digesting the "Pain" potion and gradually completed the requirements of the "Iron-Blooded Knight" ritual, her attitude towards the crew has become even worse.
She shouldn't have deliberately used charm during preparations.
At that time, in order to complete the ritual as quickly as possible, she gave up all tasks from the Witch Sect and just dealt with it perfunctorily.
Tracy suddenly realized that she was too slack now. As long as Catalina found out something suspicious, she might be forcibly taken away from the Black Death at any time!
She must complete the ritual as soon as possible, only in this way can she truly escape from her mother's control.
And she found that she was becoming less and less like a witch recently...
"Dangdangdang..."
A gentle knock on the door interrupted Tracy's thoughts. She quickly closed the book and straightened her beige shirt. After adjusting everything, she lowered her voice and said:
"Come in."
The maid wearing a black and white suit with straight blond hair carefully opened the door and gave Tracy a tentative look.
She seemed to have seen something surprising, suppressed the doubts in her eyes, put on what she thought was a sweet smile, and said carefully in her voice:
"Captain, we can catch up with Vice Admiral Dusk at noon tomorrow at the earliest."
"However... this time it was too hasty. We did not gather enough ships..."
Tracy's heroic face suddenly frowned and then relaxed. As if I remembered something, I restrained my true thoughts and said with a sweet smile:
"This is not a big problem. For me, the important thing is just the flagship. The remaining cannon fodder can be replenished with just a few clicks."
Following the instigation of Tracy's sweet voice, the blonde maid's face turned unnaturally red, disrupting her originally prepared words, so she had to lower her voice and whisper:
"Captain, we haven't transported slaves for too long..."
"I'm afraid...if the fleet is lost this time, you..."
Hearing this, Tracy raised her slender eyebrows, with some questions and complaints in her tone.
"Are you worried that I will fail?"
The blonde maid seemed to be frightened, and could no longer maintain her deliberately raised voice, and said hurriedly:
"No, no, I'm just worried about your status... No! I'm just..."
Tracy interrupted the blonde maid's defense. She understood what the maid was thinking.
In fact, every time I see her recently, I will unconsciously recall the scene where I used her body to digest "joy".
She even felt that she had betrayed Elaine!
Tracy suddenly stopped thinking, she was becoming less and less like a witch recently.
You must be promoted as soon as possible, otherwise you may lose control at any time due to the imbalance of self-perception!
She adjusted her sitting posture, crossed her legs, and said in a low voice:
"I hope to see the sea monster's ship tomorrow morning."
"Go and watch those guys on the boat."
"I know you won't let me down, right?"
The blonde maid's breathing gradually became heavier under Tracy's repeated charm, and she nodded hurriedly.
"I won't let you down, Captain."
She nodded again in panic, then quickly stepped back and closed the door of the captain's cabin softly.
After the door was completely closed, Tracy carefully opened the drawer and made sure that the rusty red gauntlet was still lying there quietly before looking away.
Immediately she relaxed her body again, slumped back into the high-backed chair, and reopened the book in her arms.
She suddenly discovered that this was a love novel that Elaine had read.
No wonder the maid looked at me like that just now, I don't like reading the most.
She flipped back to the cover of the novel.
"Stormy Villa..."
Tracy murmured in a low voice, and her thoughts once again drifted to a certain mansion in Intis.
"Elaine..."
………….
Tracy was firmly fixed in place by the shadow on the deck of the Black Death. She barely used the diamond bracelet to offset the oncoming giant sword, and took advantage of the moment when the shadow dissipated to hide back.
As soon as she stabilized her body, she quickly mobilized her spider silk to climb up Lieutenant General Dusk's body, tightly locking Lieutenant General Dusk's joints, and she herself was wrapped around her ankles again by the darkness under her feet.
If it weren't for the "Assassin"'s enhancement of her senses, she might not even have time to use extraordinary items and be cut in half!
It can't be delayed any longer.
While Tracy was thinking, she secretly used black flames to ignite the rusty red armor on her right hand. However, at this time, Vice Admiral Dusk had already broken through the spider silk that bound him, and quickly solidified the orange giant in his hand.
The sword quickly swung towards Tracy, who was imprisoned in place by the black shadow.
The storm of "dawn" tore Tracy's body apart. The circular mirror and orange light fragments quickly swept across the deck under the flames, and the red spear penetrated the silver armor and chest of Vice Admiral Dusk.
Tracy solidified her body in the flames again, moved her wrist slightly, and the flames mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood quickly spread to Lieutenant General Dusk's body.
She raised her hands and forcibly lifted Lieutenant General Dusk's ignited body, feeling the heat of the flames. She watched the crimson flames tear and devour Lieutenant General Dusk's skin, and the smile on her face became more and more distorted.
.
The addictive flames kept burning until the prey was burned until only a charred skeleton remained. Tracy lowered her arms, smelled the scent of meat in the air, and unconsciously admired the crew of Vice Admiral Dusk around her.
A look of despair.
She lowered her face, which was full of cruel heroic spirit, and whispered the honorable name pointing to a certain hidden existence.
As Tracy prayed, the armor on her hand gradually collapsed into a mixture of iron-colored and blood-colored light spots, and the gray mist in the air condensed into a deep red "
water flow".
The "water flow" slipped into Tracy's throat, instantly turning the pirate general into a monster made of pure fire and steel!
Gray-black smoke covered the deck, and the crew of the Black Death suddenly turned into spiritual symbols. Tracy's spirit body was infinitely elevated and elongated.
Crimson flames came from nowhere and covered her spiritual body, and the burning and tearing pain constantly tortured her thoughts.
As she gradually gave up her struggle, she vaguely heard the sound of water flowing. The cold river water covered "her" "body", seeming to lead her into eternal sleep.
The symbols scattered on the deck gradually arranged into abstract patterns, and the coordinates formed in the spiritual world pulled Tracy's spirit body, dragging him into the creeping flames on the deck.
The crimson flame seemed to be alive, speeding up its writhing and twisting speed, and gradually returned to its human form, turning into a young man with long black hair and a soft face.
"Tracy" opened her eyes, ignored the frightened looks of the pirates around her, walked quickly to the side of the ship, and looked at herself on the sea.
He looked at the soft but heroic face in the water, and watched the young man in the water raise the corners of his mouth little by little.
Suddenly, scorching flames spread instantly and swept into every corner of the Black Death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the crew.
Tracy listened to their wails and the loud noise of the ship's keel breaking, feeling increasingly happy in her heart. She was distracted from manipulating the extraordinary properties of the ashes and remnants of flames, and couldn't help but cast her gaze into the distance.
In this mess, his body suddenly turned into a flame spear, gathered the flames on the Black Death, and threw it in the direction of Intis at high speed, leaving behind a battlefield like purgatory.
After a long time, the maid who somehow survived and barely regained her senses hurriedly arranged the ceremony, whispered the obscure ancient Hermes language, and reported the news of the diseased Lieutenant General's defection to the Witch Cult.