We agreed to set sail, so you'd become the ruler of the deep sea?

Chapter 13 A Ghost

on the deck.

Xia En's expression was somewhat solemn.

At this rate, it's only a matter of time before the Black Swan is overtaken by the Blood Wolf.

Although the Black Swan was equipped with cannons, their range, accuracy, and ammunition reserves were all worrisome.

In fact, for most ships around Duke Island, long-range bombardment was not the primary means of determining victory or defeat in naval battles.

Often, after close-range artillery fire, the battle would quickly escalate into boarding action.

Given the unknown strength of the enemy and their overwhelming numbers, Xia En instinctively did not want to engage in the most dangerous boarding action.

But now, this situation... seems unavoidable?

"Huh? Wait..."

Suddenly, Xia En had a flash of inspiration and remembered something he had overlooked.

"While the projected body cannot leave the surface of the sea during submersion, it can still fight underwater!"

"This is the way to break the deadlock!"

Thinking of this, Shane turned and instructed, "Joey, I'll take control of the cannon, you steer!"

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't panic!"

Upon hearing this, Joey was taken aback, as if a heavy burden had been placed on her shoulders.

However, she also sensed Xia En's trust, and her expression immediately became serious.

"Captain, leave it to me!"

The guns on the Black Swan were mounted on the sides and could only be loaded and fired from the lower decks.

Xia En's true purpose was not to sink the Blood Wolf with this weak cannon, but to facilitate his [deep-sea voyage]!
Upon entering the cabin, Xia En had a sudden thought.

Begin diving!
The next moment, a projected body was created, and his consciousness descended into the seawater.

Xia En raised his head and looked at the hull of the Blood Wolf in the distance, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the roles of prey and hunter are about to be reversed!

……

……

On the deck of the Blood Wolf.

Blood Wolf Hansen stood tall among the pirates.

He was nearly two meters tall, with a slightly hunched back, a white beard, and scars on his bare arms that were his medals of honor.

He looked lean and wiry, like a ruthless and dangerous old wolf.

Hansen gazed at the distant ship and asked the pirate beside him, "Does anyone recognize that ship?"

Walter, the first mate on the Blood Wolf, thought for a moment and replied, "It should be the Black Swan?"

"I once met the old captain of the Black Swan. He was a decent person, and people at sea were willing to give him some face."

"However, the old captain is dead, and the current captain must be his son who hasn't even grown his hair yet."

A glint of greed flashed in Hansen's eyes, and he said knowingly, "No wonder there were hardly any sailors on that ship."

"Looks like they all ran away a long time ago!"

"In that case, I'll gladly accept this ship and all the treasures on board!"

On this vast ocean, the law of the jungle prevails.

For pirates, it was perfectly normal for a chance encounter to escalate into a robbery.

If the captain of the Black Swan were a formidable figure with many capable subordinates, Hansen might have weighed the pros and cons.

But right now, with such a helpless piece of meat right in front of him, how could he not eat it?

boom!
Suddenly, a cannon boomed.

A splash of water erupted on the sea surface dozens of meters away from the Blood Wolf, but it did not cause any damage to the Blood Wolf.

"Oh? You dare to fire?"

Seeing this, Hansen was not alarmed at all; instead, he revealed a cruel and disdainful sneer.

“Perfect, it’s more satisfying to slaughter prey that struggles.”

People who are pirates at sea often have somewhat pathological personalities.

At this moment, the Black Swan's weak counterattack only fueled the pirates' ferocity.

The more it resisted, the more excited the pirates on the Blood Wolf became.

"Full speed ahead! Kill them all!"

Hansen drew his scimitar, pointed it at the Black Swan ahead, and roared, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"kill!!!"

The pirates, their heads wrapped in blood-red turbans, let out ferocious howls, like wolves that had caught the scent of blood.

Boom!
Just as the shouts of battle were deafening on the deck, some strange sounds came from the bottom of the ship.

However, at this moment, no one paid attention to the muffled sound.

The pirates assumed it was just another failed bombardment from the Black Swan and laughed even more wildly.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The eerie thuds continued, one after another, like heavy drumbeats.

Blood Wolf Hansen was the first to sense something was wrong, and frowned: "What's that sound?"

First Mate Walter hesitated, "It doesn't sound like... the roar of cannons?"

"Captain, something terrible has happened!"

A pirate rushed onto the deck in a panic, shouting in terror, "The cabin is flooding!"

"What!?"

Hansen's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the pirate by the collar: "Tell me, what happened?"

"Okay, it seems like something... has pierced through the bottom of the boat!"

"The bottom of the ship? Could it be?!"

Hansen glanced at the Black Swan not far away, and for the first time, a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face.

Having spent many years at sea, he quickly calmed down, made a decision, and gave the order.

"Walter, take a few good swimmers and go see what's under the ship!"

"Everyone else, stay where you are and give chase to the Black Swan at full speed!"

Wow!

With a splash of water, Walter and several pirates sank into the sea.

Hansen's decision to send Walter on this mission was not without reason.

This first mate has one-quarter sea creature blood, and his combat power in the sea is even greater than Hansen's.

Walter opened his eyes and warily scanned his surroundings.

Soon, he saw a shocking hole on the side of the hull, as if it had been violently pierced by some blunt instrument.

Seawater is rapidly seeping into the hull.

"Damn it! What on earth did this?"

Walter was annoyed when he suddenly heard a faint, short shout from beside him.

Turn around and look.

One of the sailors who had gone into the sea with him was helplessly clutching his throat, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, and he soon stopped moving.

The seawater quickly turned red with blood, and the stench of blood filled the air.

Most strangely, the sailor's body showed signs of decomposition, with lividity appearing on his skin, as if he had not just been killed, but had already died in this sea.

"how come……"

Walter's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly turned around and looked around, but he couldn't see the attacker at all.

"Woo!"

It was another similar scream.

The victim was disemboweled, and his intestines were pulled out.

He struggled to surface, but his body suddenly shriveled up, withering like a dried corpse.

Walter was horrified by the bizarre manner of his death.

And the question is, what about the enemy?
Why didn't he even see a shadow of the enemy?
Suddenly, sensing the movement of the seawater, Walter turned his head and finally saw a strange afterimage.

The figure barely resembled a human, but lacked facial features and any other human characteristics; its body was as black as ink.

His arm had mutated into a giant iron hook and a pitch-black short sword, which were clearly the ones that had hunted down the pirate earlier.

The entire existence appears illusory, vague, and chaotic.

It is filled with inhuman horror.

It's as if... it's a phantom that shouldn't exist in reality, or a ghost wandering in the boundless ocean!

(End of this chapter)