The sea surface undulated slightly, and there were schools of fish enjoying the warm sunshine in the shallow water underwater. Seabirds flew past in the sky, and they randomly landed on a moving ship.
The hull of the ship is entirely red, the same color as the outstretched sails.
The sail was painted with some kind of ancient royal family crest, with golden outlines, as if it had been plated with gold.
There is a statue of a naked woman carved on the bowsprit. She has a beautiful figure and slightly closed eyes, which is sacred and not obscene.
The edge of the ship building also has detailed carvings, but the classical art is mixed with some terrifying and ferocious demonic elements, such as bat-like wings and fangs growing in the mouth of the figure.
This scarlet sailing ship sailed slowly on the sea. Under its seemingly luxurious appearance, there was something creepy hidden.
Below the deck, the dense and dull snorts sounded like ancient war drums, and the long oars protruding from the hull showed that the ship was not driven solely by wind power.
However, the key point is that the people holding the oars are not "human beings", but a group of men with ferocious faces and mouths that are talking nonsense - bat-winged demons!
The sunlight entered the captain's bedroom through the window of the ship's building, shining on the white bed, and filled the room with warmth.
The butler, fully dressed and holding a plate in his hand, walked up the corridor and tried his best to avoid the sunlight that came in, until he arrived at the door of the captain's bedroom.
Bang bang!
With two soft sounds, the deacon, who appeared to be in his thirties, knocked on the captain's door.
Waited for a moment, but there was no movement.
The deacon frowned and knocked a second time.
Then, on the bed with a soft goose blanket inside, a petite shadow instantly jumped up.
Her skin is as white as snow, and her long golden hair almost reaches her calves.
With just one step, the girl's figure disappeared, but the next second, she reappeared standing on the bed, already wearing a red strapless dress.
"Ah~~!" After stretching, the girl burped, then turned around, picked up her skirt and kicked open the door to her room.
The deacon outside the door had been on guard for a long time and had already sidestepped to avoid being bounced away by the door panel.
"It's so comfortable~~!"
After the girl walked out of the bedroom, her previous agility and reserve were suddenly wiped away. She scratched her butt, still feeling unfinished about her previous sleep.
"You should sleep in a coffin, Master..." the butler man reminded expressionlessly.
The girl ignored him and slowly walked out of the cabin while scratching her buttocks.
The sun above her head began to become dazzling. The girl looked at her snow-white skin and found that it had not been burned because of the strong sunlight.
The sailors on the deck instantly turned their attention to the girl, and there was a faint ferocity in their eyes that was not like human beings.
The girl put her hand into the collar of her clothes and pulled out a compass from somewhere. It was broken when she took it out, but she hammered it hard twice before it became normal again.
"Where are we?" This was the first time she spoke to the deacon behind her today.
The butler did not come out of the ship's building, but was just hiding in the shadows.
"We are still less than two nautical miles away from the target," the butler replied.
The girl turned back and looked at the deacon with a very helpless expression: "I have told you so many times, you don't have to hide from the sun now."
"I'm used to it, Ms. Agatha. Although you are my master now, I still can't get rid of the habits I developed in the dark in the past." The deacon's answer was very sincere.
In the shadows, his eyes also had the same reddish and fierce light as those of the sailors.
The girl shrugged, ignored him, and turned around with a confident expression on her face.
On the forward deck, excitement suddenly appeared in the red eyes of the sailors.
The girl put one hand on her hips and held the compass with the other hand, pointing to the front of the voyage. She encouraged all the crew members in a clear voice: "My men! Charge for my queen!"
She is like a big star, with strong appeal and appeal.
All the crew members with red eyes and fierce eyes immediately cheered and shouted, and began to work like a chicken blood, speeding up the ship's sailing speed.
Not only that, the bat-winged demons rowing below the deck were also encouraged by the sound. A group of inferior blood demons even stretched their wings and turned the oars crazily.
Seeing all the "crew members" working so hard, the girl with blond hair and red dress laughed "wildly" and enjoyed the feeling of being "admired" and "loved" by people.
"Hahahaha! Come on! Come on!"
Amid her wanton laughter, the wind direction suddenly changed, the sails on the mast were quickly adjusted, and a strong wind swept in and blew up her skirt.
The deacon suddenly covered his forehead and muttered helplessly and speechlessly: "Hey... the master forgot to wear the inner trousers again."
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At this time, everyone on the Northern Dawn did not know that a "terrible" crimson ship full of bat-winged demons was approaching them quickly.
The mysterious and terrifying Lord of the Deep Divers, the pirate ship captain known as David Jones, is now in the form of a corpse. Mike has no idea what such an existence is.
And the leader of the circle, Jihad Sultan, actually wanted to make a deal with such a corpse that was neither human nor ghost.
The pagan pointed at the strong man next to him and told the pirate captain: "This is my answer."
The dead captain's eyes turned to the strong man, and a stream of disgusting mucus came out of his nostrils, full of disdain.
"No, it's not him, it's not the person, it's the thing he is carrying." Jihad immediately explained.
After hearing this, Mike also began to wonder what the guy was carrying, and he almost never left his body.
The dead captain pulled out a long knife that was corroded by seawater and was rusty from his waist, and pointed it at the strong man's head.
The strong man did not waver in the face of the sword, as if as long as Jihad gave the order, he could rush forward and smash the dead man's head.
But Jihad did not do this, but continued to explain to the pirate captain: "This is something left after a "divine mistake". I studied it for ten years before I found a way to seal the King of Heroes. I call it
The Uruk King's Watch is classified as a "disaster level" relic in terms of level, and the power it can display is a level that neither the awakening level nor the mythical level can reach!"
The dead captain's eyes scanned the strong man's body, and finally stopped at the "door panel" behind him.
"How?" he asked in an emotionless voice.
Jihad snapped his fingers: "On the stone slab, I carved the names of the kings of the Uruk dynasty in the past, as well as the year they ruled, brief life stories, etc..."
"Why?" Captain Dead was puzzled.
Jihad showed a mysterious smile: "However, the fact is that the Uruk Dynasty has only one heroic king Abraham from the beginning to the end. In all timelines, kings and gods who have ruled for hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years have
, they are all himself! The meaning of the King List is to use the history of these virtual 'kings' created by me to divide Abraham's divinity, weaken and separate its power, and incorporate it into the seal of the King List, and he himself,