Under the cloudless clear blue sky, there is not a single breeze blowing across the sea, just quietly on a sandy beach, behind which is a vast white desert, from the top of the desert, looking down there is no trace of life, only a pure and silent white.

Zooming in, you can see a strange group of people walking on the white desert, consisting of a young man with golden vertical eyes floating in mid-air, a woman covered in pitch black, dreadlocks, and wearing rudimentary clothes, two pirates who are sloppy, and four heavily armored warriors.

Did those white stone crabs carry the Black Pearl so far?

Looking at the endless white desert, Taylor didn't find the slightest sign of life even if he completely let go of his spiritual sense, and now there were not even white stones, let alone the flat mirror-like white wasteland where those white stone crabs were located.

They had been on the road for three days and three nights, and if it weren't for Taylor's witchcraft, Jack, Barbossa, and the goddess of the sea would have been exhausted.

But looking at their bloodshot eyes and white lips now, as well as their collectively gloomy state of mind, it is enough to show that their situation is not good right now.

Jack moved forward step by step, now like a walking corpse, and Barbossa was no better off in a shed. The little monkey in the plaid shirt on his shoulders had long since lost his old vigorous spirit, and had become like a puddle of mud, hanging gently around Barbossa's neck.

The sea goddess received some of Taylor's preferential treatment because of her unique taxidermy and research value, though she herself probably didn't want such privileges, as she was being carried in front of her by an Achilles warrior like a kitten.

This is already the biggest preferential treatment Taylor can give, after all, it is an alien race, an inhuman race, except for a pirate with a heavy mouth, no one can look at such a strange shape with a mouth like a turbine.

At some point, there was a very gorgeous flying carpet under Taylor's buttocks, woven with a variety of different silk threads, spider silk, silk, etc., and hot tea drinks, cups, and a few books on the blanket, which looked like he was on a trip.

Hawkes still followed Taylor without saying a word with his three men, who had a steely puppet body and did not feel tiredness, pain, or a series of senses at all.

They had no feeling for such a harsh and boring white desert.

"Ha~~~~Ha~~~~Ha~~~~"

Jack felt that he had now lost control of his limbs, but there was an inexplicable force in his body that drove him forward little by little.

He's like a wind-up machine, without any senses, just moving forward mechanically.

How much longer? Where is this devil taking me? Isn't it enough to be in such a desperate situation, to torture me to death?

Jack's heart was full of wails, he really didn't understand why the other party had brought him here.

Barbossa didn't say a word, he would not regret the decision he had made, and as long as his master was not in such a desperate situation, he didn't need to panic, because he firmly believed that his master would not give up on him.

Sitting on the flying carpet and sipping a sip of hot tea, Taylor's heart was full of trouble, the climate here was very good, but the environment was a little worse, and he had a lot of time to find the power of death here.

In fact, when Taylor knew that the authority of death was the key to this hell, he had a vague thought, I am afraid that those crabs like stones are the manifestation of the power of death, otherwise how could an authority that pulls souls and represents death allow the existence of living creatures, and that living creatures are still a little spiritual.

After the mental power swept the two pirates behind, Taylor was more satisfied with Barbossa in his heart, and there was no difference between everything without comparison.

Jack just had an information gap. A person like him, to be honest, is too maverick, and if it weren't for his own ability and resourcefulness, he wouldn't have known where he would have been sunk into the sea.

Barbossa is different, this guy really deserves to be an old oilman, an old fritter, an old pirate, knows how to judge the situation, knows how to give his soul and even loyalty at a critical time, and also has the gambling side of the pirate's nature, he bet right, bet on himself.

If Taylor thinks from the perspective of wizarding values, a subordinate like Barbossa will undoubtedly deal with a lot of unnecessary things for him in the future, and can also bring some kind of unexpected results at critical moments.

But for a person like Jack who can't control his heart, can't even dedicate his loyalty, and can't create value for himself, then in the laws of wizards, this kind of person can only be abandoned.

A small basket of apples from the space storage ring, along with a glass of ice water, floated directly to Barbossa, and in Barbossa's joyful and reverent thanks, Taylor continued to walk forward.

The goddess of the sea looked at Barbossa, who was happily eating apples and drinking water, but now that she had recognized her status, I was afraid that the monstrous dragon did not regard her as a god at all, or rather as food or some other strange thing.

As a god who has lived for so long, she naturally doesn't want to fall like this, in line with the attitude that she can live one day at a time, she is extremely cooperative with Taylor, after all, there is no place in this world that can kill a demigod dragon (second-level life), since the pit is not dead, then accept your fate honestly.

The damn world is degrading too quickly, and I'm afraid that when I regain my power, I'll be dissolved by the rules.

For such a world that is slowly eliminating all supernatural powers, the mentality of the goddess of the sea is about to explode.

Two weeks later

Finally, after a long and persistent journey day and night, they finally came to an extremely smooth stony wasteland, where a faint smell of death lingered, as if the death silence of the whole world was enveloped here.

Upon arriving here, Taylor immediately opened his golden vertical pupils and spat out his extremely sharp tongue to sense the elements here.

Sure enough, there is an extremely abundant death element and a hint of water element, both of which are extremely high in nature.

They finally came to the place where the power of death was scattered.

Their arrival seems to have alarmed a group of special life forms that have been living here all along. Soon, Taylor saw a large swarm of small white crabs shaped like white pebbles running towards him.

Boom la la la ~~~~

Looking at the little white crabs rolling around and even running over his companions to chase forward, Taylor's heart slowly raised a trace of vigilance.

He saw only one at first, and then when that one came to his senses, he began to greet in droves, and soon it became a large group, and if he counted them, there were probably no less than 3,000 of them.

In the original book, these little crabs seem to be extremely friendly and help carry ships, but in fact, what exactly these crabs are is only speculation and conjecture.

"Alert!"

At Taylor's command, an Achilles warrior instantly tossed the sea goddess aside in his hand and raised the flaming rifle hanging from his waist with his backhand.

Goddess of the Sea: ............

Rolling around on the ground, the goddess of the sea, who had turned a lot whiter, rolled her eyes sharply.

Anyway, I'm a former sea deity, is it really appropriate for you to throw me to the ground like garbage?

(End of chapter)