"Is this how ghost ships evolve?" Murria stood on the top deck and looked down, and with the help of a lich, the ghost fleet of Captain Dale didn't last more than half an hour, and its soul fire was also devoured by those undead birds, and those ghost ships were also blown up at Muria's signal.

Anyway, the largest ghost ship is only more than three hundred meters long, and the small one is only a few tens of meters, compared to the Barbossa that Muria has seen, those steel ghost ships that are thousands of meters at every turn, these ships are too small to be worth mentioning at all, just to test what kind of characteristics the ghost ship has.

Therefore, the fifteen ghost ships were all blown up and turned into pieces of wooden planks floating on the black sea, but unlike ordinary plank fragments, because the spells cast by the lich who shot were too violent, the ghost ships had no chance of recovery at all, and they were directly blown up.

As a result, there are many resentful spirits left on the decks of these wooden chips suspended above the sea, which looks a little cautious. And even though the ghost ships were blown up, the pieces were still slowly gathering in an attempt to recover, and Muria saw as the two broken planks merged together, and the wailing wraiths bound to the planks were silently missing.

And when these deck fragments appeared, Muria could feel the longing from his side, including the five ghost ships under his feet, and without the lich moving on their own, these ghost ships moved on their own, and came to the sea where fifteen ghost ships were blown up.

Then a surprising scene appeared, one after another cable hung down to the sea, like arms, grabbed the suspended board of the ship on the sea, sent it to the edge of the hull, and slowly merged into the hull, and the five ghost ships began to officially devour the wreckage of the rest of the ghost ships.

Standing at the top of the ghost ship, Muria stretched out his spiritual power, and he could feel that the ship under his feet was slowly expanding, and without a sound, the gun emplacements on the ship increased by two, and two undead magic cannons slowly appeared.

The height of the ghost ship is slowly increasing, the number of cabin floors is increasing, the cabins are becoming more and more large, and the originally smooth hull and deck are gradually appearing one after another twisted and struggling wailing spirits, which are the essence of a ghost ship. With enough wraiths, the ghost ship recovers quickly from trauma and has unlimited firepower.

"Captain Sparrow, you can let these ships recover on their own, you don't need to swallow them, right?" At this time, Gibbs came to Muria's side, and looked at the broken decks below with some distress, these are ghost ships, but without saying a word, he was blown up by this big guy, and he looked distressed.

"Don't let my ship swallow these parts, don't you think these ships don't deserve me at all?" Muria felt the ship under his feet expanding, from a hundred meters to a hundred and twenty meters, and this speed was gradually increasing, "This ship under my feet needs to be strengthened. ”

"Alright, Captain Sparrow, follow your will. Seeing that Muria had decided, Gibbs stepped back with some heartache, he now only has the right to suggest, not the right to interfere.

"The ghost ship is so interesting! Murion squinted, he had just sensed a rather interesting scene, the ghost ship under his feet had just swallowed a magic cannon, and this magic cannon, according to its construction, was more advanced than all the magic cannons on the ship.

Then an interesting scene happened, when this magic cannon was devoured by your ghost ship, all the magic cannons on the ship began to slowly change, and they were optimized synchronously, turning into the appearance of the magic cannon.

Such scenes are happening everywhere on the ship, and the overall structure of the ghost ship is constantly devouring and optimizing, which is an unimaginable scene for an ordinary ship.

Five ghost ships, devouring the wreckage of their kind, it took half a day to devour it cleanly, by this time, the ghost ship that was originally only a hundred meters long, now more than four hundred meters, the widest point is nearly a hundred meters, this ship has become a giant ship, but it seems that because of the gap in the times or technical reasons, there is no real main gun on it, so that Muria is not pleasing to the eye.

As such a huge ghost ship, and the highest firepower is one thousand and eighty ghost magic cannons, the diameter of its muzzle is barely enough for one person, such a caliber, no matter how Muria looks at it, it is not pleasing to the eye.

"Caliber is justice!" Muria lamented, and Muria felt that she needed justice.

In addition to the main ship that Muria was on, the other four ghost ships, the smallest one, also reached more than 2,200 meters in length from head to tail, and their essence had changed dramatically, which was very different from before.

"Let's go, continue to Blackstone Harbor" Under the command of Muria, these five ghost ships that have undergone earth-shaking changes continue to move forward, and under the leadership of the third mate Gibbs, who is a part-time navigator, it took a full day to sail before Muria saw the bustling Blackstone Port in Gibbs's mouth.

"It was a spectacular spectacle, and it didn't waste me that much time. Looking at the harbor that appeared at the end of the field of vision, Muria's face hidden under the bony visor, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

Blackstone Harbor has a coastline that stretches as far as the eye can see, and every kilometer of lighthouse is erected along the shore, in which glowing green ghostly fires guide ghost ships to dock.

"Captain Sparrow, this is Blackstone Harbor, there are at least 30,000 ghost ships docked here every day, and at the most, a full 100,000 ghost ships are parked, and that was a big scene when Lord Barbossa gave the summoning order decades ago.

When Lord Barbossa had to pick out some ghost ships and follow him to another continent for a battle, it was a spectacular time, ghost ships covered all the seas, and no matter which way you looked, there were ships everywhere. ”

"Very nice place!" Muria couldn't help but nod and sigh as she looked at the spectacular scene in front of her, these ghost ships that kept coming in and out looked good. The four-hundred-meter ship under his feet was inconspicuous in it.

If these ghost ships were to be shattered and devoured by the ghost ship under his feet, how far would the ship grow? Muria couldn't help but have a thought in his mind, and he was a little curious, this was the curiosity and curiosity that a (half-) mage should have.

"It seems that this idea of mine has the potential to come true. Muria glanced back at the many lichs standing behind him, if Barbossa didn't make a move, the five great lichs he had subdued, along with the other forty-three soul-level lichs, would be able to sweep away the Blackstone Harbor, all you need to think about is how long it will take?

"Let's go, let's go into the harbor and have a look. Approaching a certain distance, Muria felt a faint pull from one of the burning beacons, guiding the ghost ship to the shore.

"Dear Captain, depending on the number of your ships and the size of the area they occupy, you will need to pay a berthing fee of three thousand six hundred Wraith Coins. ”

Before Muria had even landed, a fat wraith man dressed as a tax collector came to his cabin plywood proudly, wrote notes on a parchment-like booklet, tore off one of them, and handed them to Muria.

"You're looking for me for money?" Under the mask, Murray's eyes narrowed, and the golden thunder jumped in it, although he still hadn't figured out what the resentful spirit coin was and what its purchasing power was, but that didn't prevent him from knowing that it was money, and now, a thing that he could crush to death with a breath asked him for money!