Just as the British fleet sailed into the waters of Skull Island to launch a crusade against the large group of pirates gathered here, a bright red warship wrapped in bubbles was quietly waiting on the seabed in the southwest not far from the waters of Skull Island.

On the deck of the warship, the pirate king Barbarossa stood there with his hands crossed and clasped to his chest, with a calm expression, his eyes unfocused, not knowing what he was thinking. His hair and beard had disappeared without a trace, and his head was bare. If it weren't for the eyebrows, it would look like peeling a big egg for the head and drawing facial features on it.

Behind him were hundreds of sailors – if they could be considered "sailors".

The former pirates had completely changed their appearance, their bodies covered in blue-black scales, their long tentacles sticking out of their arms or legs, wriggling and curling in the air, their burly bodies thinned but more powerful. Their eyes gleamed bright red, and they looked like flames were burning. From time to time, one or two sailors opened their mouths, revealing piranha-like sharp teeth, and an octopus's tentacles, thick, curved tongues full of suckers.

Obviously, they are no longer "human" or any other normal species, and even whether they are "alive" or not is questionable.

But their expressions seemed very pleasant, not even the slightest pain or unwillingness, but full of indescribable relaxation. It's like a person who has been suffering from insomnia for a long time and finally has a good night's sleep, or a person who is troubled by constipation and uses Caeser for the first time in his life.

It's just that, although the morale is good, their "discipline" is really not very good. The team stood in disarray, fighting each other a few times from time to time—mostly because their tentacles touched each other, entangled with each other, and then both sides looked at each other with disgusting expressions, and without hesitation raised their fists.

Their fists are heavy, and they can often break their opponents' tendons and fractures in one go. And the use of fists is actually quite good, more than one sailor will even draw a knife and slash, and from time to time an arm, thigh, or simply a head will fall to the ground.

The strange thing is that no matter how many injuries he suffers, as soon as the battle is over, the injured sailor will instantly recover and return to his pre-battle appearance. The severed hands, feet, and even heads will disappear instantly, as if they teleported back to where they were supposed to be, and reconnected.

Barbarossa naturally knew all about what was happening behind him, but he didn't care at all.

He had seen these strange scenes many years ago.

Inside the ruins of the cavern at the bottom of the sea, a horde of these strange sailors guarded a tattered sailing ship. They are hostile to everything around them and will tear apart all creatures that come near them without mercy. If no enemy is coming, they will fight each other - as is happening behind him at this moment.

At the beginning, Barbarossa had just stepped into the realm of legends, and he was young and vigorous. Even in the face of these strange things, he had no fear, and he killed them with a knife, slashed these guys to pieces, stepped on the sailboat, and searched inside at will.

Eventually, he found the key pivot to control the ship, became the owner of the ship, and built the famous magical ship "Redbeard" based on the strange ship.

In fact, the Redbeard is just a new body for the wrecked ship.

Actually, the ship originally had another name.

Flying.

This magical ship from ancient times is powerful, but due to the ravages of time and violent destruction, it has become too broken to regain its former glory - partly because Barbarossa does not intend to restore it.

He has full confidence in his own power, and disdains and does not need the help of a strange ancient magic ship.

This thing powers the magic circle, making the ship faster and stronger, and the sailors on board more motivated...... For him, it was enough.

As a man who had been framed and nearly died in prison, Barbarossa had no trust in everything but her own power.

So even though he had slaughtered all these years, he had never offered the Flying the blood as a sacrifice to it.

However, he also kept his hands on it - every time he killed, he poured blood on his head, absorbing some of the blood into his hair and beard, which earned him the nickname "Redbeard", and named the pirate ship with the Flying as the core, "Redbeard", so that it might be used in the future.

If we follow another history, he would have been defeated and died many years ago. Because of the suddenness of the incident, I didn't have time to use any hole cards. Even the Redbeard was burned into a large torch at sea, leaving only a few fragments to end up in the hands of the new generation of pirate kings, Captain Jack, to be installed on his magical ship "Black Pearl".

The few remaining fragments, although they have lost their original weirdness, still have considerable power. A large part of the Black Pearl's ability to navigate freely on the surface, in the sky, and under the water comes from them.

However, because of the influence of the traversers. The Pirate King Barbarossa lived many years longer than his original history, so much so that he amassed more blood, gained more power, and even ...... When the crusade came, there was better preparation.

After crushing the Thracian navy at great cost, Barbarossa faced a resounding victory - his sailors were almost completely destroyed, two of the three warships were reduced to floating debris, and even the Redbeard was in tatters and almost unseaworthy.

In this case, he finally changed his mind.

As the Pirate King, he couldn't escape. Even if he escapes now, what awaits him will be the pursuit of countless strong people, and he will not die.

After all, if he didn't die, the heads of state who participated in this crusade would not be able to sleep.

So, he can only fight, either to victory or to the death.

In that case, you can only try to win.

So Barbarossa made a choice, one he had been prepared for, and was almost ready.

He used the blood of both sides of the battle as a sacrifice, and used his hair and beard, which had stored countless blood, as the key to initiating the sacrifice, completing the sacrifice that the Flying had always wanted.

As a result, there is no more Redbeard Pirate King in the world, no more Redbeard Pirate Ship, only the reborn Flying Ship, only the Pirate King Barbarossa, who has no hair and carries a group of strange things, piloting a terrifying magic ship!

Like the sailors behind her, Barbarossa is no longer alive now. If he had the need, he could also transform into the weird appearance of the pirates behind him.

"Actually, there's nothing bad about it. After a while, the Pirate King's eyes regained focus, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face, "It's quite interesting to be at the bottom of the sea, but you can clearly feel the blood flowing on the surface of the sea." ”

So he drew his scimitar and pointed it at the sea.

"Let's go! get more blood!"

The sailors cheered in unison, and even the Flying shook and gave a silent cheer.

Then, the ship rushed from the bottom of the sea to the surface at an alarming speed, heading towards the combined fleet of the various chambers of commerce in the South China Sea, located in the waters southwest of Skull Island......

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