Neutral port, Hytut.

An unusual atmosphere permeated the streets and alleys of Hytut, and the hooligans, thieves, and robbers who had been everywhere had long since disappeared, and even the warblers who stood in the streets to solicit guests were a little less.

The people who were still hurrying through the streets of Hytut at this time were fierce fellows who looked like they had their heads tied to their belts, and their bodies were full of the fierceness that had been tempered from a life of fighting like licking blood from the knife edge.

They are all pirates, and they are all pirates who kill people without blinking an eye and have enough combat power.

Looking at the dense pirate ships moored in the harbor in the distance, you can know that I am afraid that at this time, Hightut is a gathering of most of the pirates on the mysterious sea!

Among the pirate ships of all shapes and sizes, there were seven of the largest, almost the masts of ordinary pirate ships on the side, which could reach their sides!

These seven huge pirate ships are also the flagships of the seven large pirate groups that are rampant on the mysterious sea, and it can be said that they represent the pirate forces on the mysterious sea, and the flagship of the fur seals is among them!

In a dimly lit room, seven people of different postures sat quietly at a table, including a stiff old man, a thin man, and a tall strong man......

They all looked silently at the table in front of them, illuminated by the dim light, a map marked by a conspicuous red circle, which was the city of Deira!

"The oracle of our lord is to gather all your men and follow my lord to destroy this city once and for all!"

"Kill, destroy, plunder everything!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded, and in the midst of the gray mist, a figure in a black robe gradually appeared.

"And my lord will ascend to the highest place here!"

After hearing these words, the seven people who were originally silent looked at each other and quickly made eye contact, before a bewitching woman spoke: "Bishop Dunwell, my lord's order is naturally above all else. ”

"However, with the strength of our pirate regiment alone, there is no way to defeat the fleet of Deira City and land in Deira, and then land in Deira!"

"Not to mention dealing with the legendary guardians and holy warriors of those temples that must exist in the city of Dara......"

Hearing the bewitching woman's speech, a cold look suddenly appeared on Bishop Dunwell's face, and after glancing at it coldly, he said, "You don't have to worry about this!"

"The power of our lord is infinite!"

"You only need to follow my lord, and then the fleet of Deira City will naturally be reduced to ashes in the wrath of my lord, and those false god holy warriors will definitely take care of themselves, and they will not have time to care about you!"

"Now, let's get ready!"

"But don't forget, my lord is watching you all along!"

With that, in a cloud of gray mist, Bishop Dunwell disappeared without a trace.

Glancing at each other again, their eyes flickering, everyone had their own little abacus, and the leaders of the seven large pirate groups all got up in unison, and then walked out silently, and the fur seals were among them......

Soon, the pirate ships anchored in the harbor of Hightut began to sound a variety of distinctive horns, either majestic or poignant, short or long, beckoning the return of pirates who had been entertaining in Hightut.

When almost all the pirate ships had set sail and left Hightut, Bishop Dunwell appeared on the shore, and with the sound of a gray conch horn in his hand, the sea in front of him suddenly burst into bubbles!

Thundered!

There was a loud bang at the bottom of the sea, and a mast burst out of the sea at the sound of the rushing water, followed by a very dilapidated sailboat covered with seaweed and rotten wood!

A series of undead spirits in various postures appeared on the deck, and then were sucked into the hull by an evil and strange force, and then the entire sailboat began to repair as if resurrected, and some undead creatures that seemed to be between life and death stood up, and then came to the deck of the sailboat one by one.

- [Ghost Ship (Legendary Activated Undead)]!

As if pushed by an invisible force, the ghost ship with its black sails silently approached Bishop Dunwell.

After he boarded the ship, the ghost ship adjusted its sails slightly, giving people a feeling of slowly accumulating power, and then suddenly broke the wave on the bow of the ship, and shot out like a swordfish!

Soon, Dunwell, who was standing on the deck of the ghost ship, saw a large number of pirate ships sailing ahead, and the ghost ship easily chased after them.

A moment later, the ghost ship was already in the leading position of the pirate ship cluster, and with the flickering of the strange light on the ghost ship, a large misty mist gradually rose, covering a large area of the sea area, and of course, the entire pirate ship cluster......

"It's a bit of a problem...... "Pulling her hair, muttering to herself, Muse looked at a clock in front of him that was incomparably finely made, and even through the translucent crystal casing, you could see the tiny pinions and chains that were tightly snapped and running.

The hour and minute hands are made of mythril, and the silvery-white dial is adorned with various gems of different colors set with different constellation symbols to indicate the time scale.

"With the current ability, it is really a bit difficult to make an arcane artifact that can carry the spell of 'Time Stop'......"

"Fortunately ......"

The muse slowly turned, looking at the faint pale flow behind him that was imprisoned by an arcane construct with a massive energy field.

"Collecting a trace of the dragon's breath that stained the Arcane Tower, I think it should be useful......"

With the massive energy convergence, the muse carefully absorbed a trace of the dragon's breath of time in the arcane construct in front of him, and at the same time, the clock levitated under the influence of the alchemic hand, and the dazzling arcane aura began to appear in the muse's palm......

About an hour later, a tired muse walked out of the Arcane Tower's laboratory, and in his hand, a delicate clock was ticking.

Holding the clock in his hand, the muse raised his hand and tapped it, and a silvery-white glow appeared, quickly teleporting him to the core control room.

Looking up at the huge tower spirit crystal, the muse ordered, "Eliya, Eliah." ”

"Review and check the [Arcane Crystal Overpressure Energy Cannon]!"

"Review and check [Astral Gate]!"

“......”

"Based on all the information we have so far!"

"Deduction against the weak god power level god spirit saint [God Killing Battle]!"

"Calculate the probability of success in the battle!"