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Henry Morgan, the human pirate who mainly used muskets, was much more cautious. Ye Xiao saw that this guy had created distance and was intentionally avoiding all the trajectories of Edward's previous shots, letting the strong orcs and barbarians take the bullets.

Perhaps because they were once comrades, they still had some tacit understanding in their cooperation, but for Edward, who moved among them like a dragon, defeating them was only a matter of time.

Most importantly, no matter how severe the injury Edward suffers, whether he is hacked at with knives and axes or shot in the head with a musket, he will instantly recover as before with a hateful smile on his face.

Compared to the four attackers who were already drenched in sweat, his relaxed expression made it seem like he was playing a cat-and-mouse game. Clearly, he had an even more powerful trump card up his sleeve.

"I feel like I should help them."

Beside Ye Xiao, Dekari frowned upon seeing the situation.

"That guy is clearly not right. If we don't understand his abilities, there's no point in us taking action now."

Ye Xiao rubbed her chin and tapped Greta's head, who had crawled out from her collar to watch the battle, with her finger. "Maid, can you tell what ability that guy used?"

"It's the same time-manipulation spell as yours."

Greta raised her eyebrows. "But his fate is strange; it connects to the future of this island rather than the present world."

"What do you mean?"

Ye Xiao asked in confusion.

“The future destiny of a normal person gradually extends under the weaving of the present world and develops in entanglement with the destiny of other things, but this person’s destiny is only entangled with this island.”

Greta stroked her beard with her paw. "Simply put, you could try getting him off this island."

"understood."

Ye Xiao's lips curled up slightly.

With the guidance of the Great Demon God, things became much simpler.

……

Meanwhile, Edward was still dominating the fight against four opponents, forcing the three pirates and the swordsman into retreat.

The pirate crew was no match for Edward's men, who also displayed immortality.

Many pirates have begun to lay down their weapons and give up resistance. Faced with an enemy they cannot kill, their last remaining fighting spirit has been exhausted.

Some pirates even began to secretly consider that if they could join Edward's crew and obtain the ability to live forever, wouldn't that be more tempting than continuing to be an ordinary pirate?

Therefore, when they raised their hands to surrender, the demoralization spread rapidly.

As pirates, they didn't have many firm beliefs or stances. Their choice to side with legendary pirates like Morgan and Larsen was simply based on their numerical advantage and belief that they had a better chance of winning.

But now, the miracles Edward has shown have made them realize who the real strongmen are, and that only by understanding the situation can one become an excellent pirate.

As more and more pirates gave up fighting and chose to join Edward's camp, the pressure on the three major pirate groups increased exponentially.

"You bunch of useless trash! What's going on here!?"

Seeing that some of his men had also chosen to surrender, the enraged Larsen, disregarding his fierce battle with Edward, roared, "Can't you see your boss is still fighting?! Who gave you permission to surrender?!"

"The pursuit of greater power is the instinct of all living beings. As for you few, you've had enough of this trouble."

Edward spoke as if comforting a child, and even after being struck by the axe, he still wore that relaxed and smug smile. "I've given you enough time to think it over. I need to save some energy to deal with the Aslans."

"So this is the last chance—to choose to surrender or to die."

"Ridiculous! I'd rather die than submit to a greenhorn like you!"

Larsen roared and swung his massive battle axe without hesitation.

As a legendary pirate, how could he bow down to such a cunning junior?

Edward watched the fierce axe blade approach and finally showed an impatient expression. Then, he snapped his fingers lightly.

"Click"

Like the sound of an ancient clock turning, it suddenly echoed in the hall, and an invisible wave emanated from Edward's fingertips, quickly spreading outwards.

Wherever the fluctuation touched, everything seemed to freeze instantly: flying stones, dripping blood, the ferocious barbarian pirate Larsen and his giant axe, the twisted movements of the massive orc Francis, the swordsman's sword tip thrusting from a tricky angle, and the flames from Henry Morgan's musket—all froze in that instant.

Time seemed to stand still in the entire lobby.

Then, Edward slowly drew his scimitar, his reflection appearing in Larsen's frozen eyes, and slashed at Larsen's neck before sheathing his sword.

Then he snapped his fingers again, and time resumed its flow.

To everyone present, all they heard was a snap of fingers, and the menacing barbarian pirate Larsen was instantly decapitated.

Blood gushed out, Larsen's head rolled in the air, his eyes still filled with disbelief.

"Then as you wish."

Edward chuckled.

Chapter Sixty-One: The Pirate King's Successor

Larsen is dead. A legendary pirate with the strength of a grandmaster was killed so easily in an instant.

The remaining pirate orc Francis and Henry Morgan froze, staring in disbelief as their companion's body crashed to the ground.

"I already said this is the last chance."

Edward flicked the blood off his knife. "I kindly shared my god-like power with you all, yet you won't even grant me this small request of bowing down in submission."

"You don't really think that the previous few rounds of fighting were all I had, do you?"

Edward's soft voice rang out, and the hall immediately fell silent.

The pirates were still in shock at Larsen's instant death, cold sweat beading on their foreheads. They were already relieved that they had surrendered early.

Henry Morgan's expression began to shift between light and shadow, and the few remaining pirates who were still resisting turned their attention to him.

When the orc Francis saw that Henry had stopped attacking, he also stopped wielding his greatsword. He may have looked simple-minded, but he was not a fool who didn't understand the situation.

Larsen knew his strength; the fact that he could be killed in an instant meant that crushing them was as easy as crushing ants.

The fighting was gradually spreading below the fortress, and the Aslan's offensive was closing in layer by layer. Even if the fight continued, and even if there was only a one percent chance of escaping from Edward's clutches, the Aslan below had blocked their last escape route.

With such a suffocating gap in strength and a dire situation with no way out, is it really possible that... we have no choice but to submit to this guy?

Henry Morgan and Francis were already hesitant, but the swordsman who had not yet introduced himself remained unmoved by Edward's attempts to persuade him to surrender.

Even though he was seriously injured, he still resolutely pointed his cold sword at Edward.

In this situation, there was still such a fearless and reckless young man. Edward thought that perhaps he had been too kind, which made the other party want to fight back.

He watched as the swordsman took a step forward, sword in hand, and snapped his fingers again with his left hand.

For everyone present, just like before, after only a soft sound, the nameless swordsman instantly spurted out a spray of blood and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

However, Edward's expression was not as relaxed as before. He frowned, touched his cheek, and a faint bloodstain appeared on it before disappearing immediately.

He was actually injured by this guy when time stood still?

Although it was partly due to his own lack of awareness, the fact that the swordsman was able to predict his movement trajectory and hide a sword aura in mid-air was something he had not anticipated.

This also prevented Edward from successfully killing the nameless swordsman.

But it was just a small mistake. Although it wasn't fatal, the swordsman clutched his abdomen and lay on the ground, unable to get up again.

Witnessing this incredible move once again, pirate Henry Morgan's throat bobbed slightly, realizing that this was no match for them.

Under the watchful eyes of his men, Henry Morgan finally let out a soft sigh.

“Alright, as long as you can handle the Aslans downstairs, we will recognize you as our leader.”

"You don't seem to understand yet, what I need is not your approval."

Edward scoffed. "What I want is for you to choose between submission or death."

Henry Morgan's expression changed slightly, but when he saw Edward pointing downwards, his throat bobbed, and he finally knelt down on one knee.

Starting with his action, the orc Francis and the surrounding pirates also bent their knees and knelt down on one knee in front of Edward.

“Mr. Hayreddin… Oh, Hayreddin is dead.”

Edward tucked the musket back into its holster and looked at the group of pirates who had bowed their heads in submission. However, he was not as excited as he had initially thought.

Perhaps once he had enough power, the empty title of "Pirate King" was nothing more than a crown woven from grass by an ant, worth very little.

But the proper procedures still had to be followed. He nodded slightly, then waved his hand, and his subordinate handed him the sword that Hayreddin had originally hidden in the treasury, which had once belonged to the pirate king.

"From this day forward, all my fellow pirates on the seven seas shall be my subjects. You shall all acknowledge me as your king and swear allegiance to me."

"I am Edward Teach, ruler of the Seven Seas, the new Pirate King. I will lead you to conquer all."

Henry Morgan was displeased, but he still bowed his head to the pirate who was nearly twenty years younger than him and recited the words of loyalty that he had only ever trusted.

"Henry Morgan, I hereby swear that I will forever follow in the footsteps of the Pirate King."

Other pirates followed suit.

The Aslan cannons were approaching from downstairs, and a sea of ​​fire outside the window bathed the lobby in a deep red glow. Edward, finally crowned King of Pirates of the Seven Seas, was finally subdued by the remaining two legendary pirates…

"Wait, I disagree."

However, at that moment, a sudden voice rang out.

Edward paused for a moment, then turned around with the other pirates in confusion, and saw a simply dressed young man leading another subordinate in a leather jacket slowly walking down the steps on one side of the hall.

These were Ye Xiao and Dekali, who had borrowed Big Tooth Brother's old pirate clothes and dressed up like any ordinary henchmen.

"……what?"

Edward frowned. "Where are the guards downstairs?"

Although he didn't really care much about the title of "Pirate King," it was still a somewhat ceremonial succession process, and he was definitely annoyed that it was interrupted by these two lackeys.

“Everyone has already run away, and you’re still upstairs whining.”

Ye Xiao shrugged. "Mr. Edward, the title of Pirate King may not be a great one, but it's not something a cultist like you, who borrows the power of an evil god, is qualified to touch."

"Evil God?"

Henry Morgan, standing to the side, muttered Ye Xiao's words.

Edward snorted coldly, too lazy to waste any more words, and directly ordered, "Francis, kill those two idiots."

The burly orc stood up in response, as if a small mountain had suddenly risen from the ground. He raised his big club, and the shadow cast by the firelight outside the window almost covered the bodies of Ye Xiao and Dekari.

"Wow, big guy, I have no grudge against you, so I won't fight you. I'll only challenge that clown over there who usurped the throne."

"ridiculous,"

Edward curled his lip. "What right do you, a nobody, have to challenge me?"

"Indeed."

Henry Morgan and his pirates stood up and blocked Ye Xiao's way.

Now that he has pledged allegiance, as the Pirate King's second-in-command, he should naturally fulfill his duties. "I don't know what your purposes are, but this is not something you can interfere with."

"Why not?"

Ye Xiao pulled an invitation from his pocket and waved it in front of the pirates. "I am Big Tooth Brother... no, Ravenham's personally recognized successor to the Pirate King."

"What, the successor acknowledged by the former Pirate King's direct lieutenant, is he not qualified to challenge you, the imposter Pirate King?"

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Massacre

"The heir of the Pirate King...?"

Henry Morgan looked the black-haired young man up and down and found it somewhat amusing.

Edward scoffed at this and waved his hand, ordering the pirates to quickly deal with the two men.

But just then, a roar came from behind.

A burly man with a missing tooth came huffing and puffing as he ran up the steps. "Stop! Henry Morgan! Francis!!! Who gave you the guts to touch the heir of my boss, Vann?!"

The burly man tried to project a serious and domineering aura with his roar, but unfortunately, the whistling sound coming from his broken front teeth completely undermined his imposing presence.

But that didn't matter, because the two legendary pirates had already recognized the newcomer's face.

"Raven, it really is you...?"

Henry Morgan's expression was complicated. This guy actually came to this gathering without even informing one of his men.

So the pirates focused their attention on Big Tooth again, including Edward's murderous gaze.