At nine o'clock the next morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the sky was pitch black.

A corner of the anchorage in Iron Anchor Bay.

At least a hundred pirate ships, large and small, have quietly gathered together to form an independent and exclusive small group.

Although the Blood Cross of the Kingdom of Hattings is not openly displayed on the mast, the style, decoration, and even the appearance of pirates are mostly Hattingsian.

There is no doubt that they are all privateers belonging to the House of York, White Rose!

The Pirate Code of Iron Anchor Bay acknowledges their piracy and accepts privateer captains from various countries.

It also allows them to navigate this pirate port unimpeded.

At the center of a group of privateers is the Nemesis, a ship of the Royal Navy's 74-gun third class.

Compared to other short pirate ships, it stands out from the crowd.

This is the flagship of Congressman Edward the Redbeard's pirate fleet!

There was a special operations command room in the tall stern building, where a large number of privateer captains were gathered at this time.

Transcendents are no longer unusual, only second-order professional ranks are eligible for a chair, and first-order attendants can only stand and listen.

However, he had previously competed with Byron for Bruch's [Woodpecker] Maltz.

Although it is only a first-order, it also mixes a position by relying on its own unique black magic [Queen Ant Blessing].

In the midst of the privateers.

A transcendent person dressed in a black dress and a black top hat, as if he had just returned from someone else's funeral.

Holding a dirty turban in his hand, he poured himself a glass of highly hallucinogenic absinthe, and said something in his mouth:

"Where man comes from the sea, he returns to the sea...

The drums will stop, the bagpipes will fall silent... Arnold, Arnold... Return, return..."

After repeatedly calling a person's name, his body suddenly twitched violently like a convulsion.

The entire conference room had become unusually cold, and many of the more inspired transcendents could even hear something whispering in the shadows of the corner of the table.

The privateer captains around them all couldn't help but get nervous.

Because the [Psychic] of the cemetery sequence in front of him is exerting his housekeeping skills - [Psychic]!

After taking some kind of highly hallucinogenic herb or medicinal wine, their spirit will enter a trance between life and death.

Detach one's consciousness from one's materialized body, communicate with some dead spirits in the void, and obtain information about the deceased.

Of course, this kind of psychic ritual is also very dangerous, and it is necessary to have a sufficiently stable [anchor] to anchor itself.

Otherwise, there is a risk that consciousness will be quietly lost, or even eaten by some beings in the world of the dead.

Therefore, before the psychic, the [Psychic Medium] specially borrowed a sum of money from every captain present, and no one hoped that he would fail.

Over time, though.

Seeing the biting yin wind constantly rolling the turban, it was impossible to manifest any spirit form.

A pirate captain wearing a tricorn hat and bloodshot eyes asked anxiously:

"How's it going?"

After a long time, the [Medium] opened his eyes a little tiredly, shook his head, and said in a tone like a dead man:

Unsurprisingly, Arnold's spirit had dissipated, just like the previous victims.

I can't find the killer.

But the style is obviously still the same [Wild Hunt]. ”

Boom!

The pirate captain's one-in-ten thousand hopes turned into boundless rage.

Raising his hand and slapping the thick oak table, he looked at the participants present and said angrily:

"Not counting ordinary members, just the transcendents are already the sixth!

Do we continue to be beaten passively like this? Will it be you or me who will die tomorrow in the privateer alliance?!

If this continues, people's hearts will be scattered. ”

Restlessly, he paced two steps in place.

"Our people have gone missing every day during this time.

What's even worse is that it wasn't until last night that we found out that the arrogant [Wild Hunt] had only killed the captains and pirate officers of our privateer alliance!

Damn, are we all muddy? ”

The other pirate captains were equally gloomy and sympathetic to the speaker.

Because the one who just disappeared last night was his first mate, a drunkard [one-eyed dragon] Arnold.

It is also the object of the psychic medium just now.

Everyone talks about going missing, but in fact everyone knows that the missing people are actually dead.

They had all kinds of occupations in their group of privateers.

[Prophet] in the Tower sequence, [Hunter] in the Wilderness sequence, [Medium] in the Graveyard sequence...

But it is not known what means the murderer used.

Not only the corpses, but even the spirits of the transcendent that could exist for a long time were removed, and prophecy was the first to be ruled out.

The more time passes, the more the [Wild Hunt] hidden in the shadows becomes more and more like a mystery.

The fear of the unknown spreads among all the pirates of the privateer alliance, and it also makes Byron's already not low [legendary] higher and higher.

I'm afraid it won't be long before I can surpass [20] and bring some kind of substantial transcendent effect.

At this time, one of the captains knocked on the table, attracting the attention of the others.

"We were summoned together by Councillor Redbeard, and we formed an alliance without offending anyone as a whole.

Do you think it has anything to do with the Devil's Son?

Ever since the White Crystal's Mirror West caught his tail, the Demon Son had vanished without a trace.

After that, no matter whether his divination ability was stronger or weaker than West's, no one could lock his position.

How is this similar to a wild hunt? ”

There were others who objected.

"But [Son of the Devil] was only a minor mortal half a month ago.

Could it be that he took refuge with a certain force in Iron Anchor Bay and got refuge?

Perhaps, as long as we catch that [Wild Hunt], we can find that [Demon Child]! ”

Whether or not this speculation is substantiated, all privateer captains agree:

"It must be countered!"

"Judging from the fact that the victim is only one rank at the top, this wild hunt should only have one rank.

During this time, the number of personnel was reduced, and the first-order transcendents were reduced to go out.

Then send out a handful of second-order elite baits to trap [Wild Hunt]! ”

When everyone's momentum rose again, [Woodpecker] Maltz suddenly poured a basin of cold water on them.

"Everyone is on the list, so why do you think that when he chooses a target, he doesn't gather intelligence in advance?

Plus only precious our first-order attendants.

Do you have a way to completely disguise yourself as someone else? ”

All of a sudden, it was a bit cold.

Most of the murderous pirates are known and distinctive.

They are pirates and not a killer group, and it is really difficult for some strong people to deal with such a difficult enemy.

The pirate captain who had just died was the most unwilling, and his eyes rolled and he suddenly said:

"By the way, why hasn't Captain Redbeard come back yet?

He took the warrant of the White Rose and gathered everyone together, saying that he would lead everyone to make great achievements.

Now that we're in trouble, he's not going to stay out of it, right?

With him to make a move, a small [Wild Hunt] and a [Demon Child] who doesn't know where to hide will definitely be able to catch it.

And..."

His gaze swept the audience:

"Ladies and gentlemen, is there a possibility that that [Wild Hunt] is not actually an enemy that we have provoked ourselves, but... What about the enemies of the red-bearded councillors? ”

As if a word woke up a person from a dream, the eyes of all the privateer captains became a little flickering.

At this time.

There is a report from the sailors of the [Nemesis].

Captain Redbeard, who had just gone to an emergency meeting of the Captains' Council, had returned to the docks and was about to board the ship.

A group of privateer captains, regardless of their thoughts, all got up and walked out of the stern to meet the mid-sequence transcendent.

But they had just lined up on the deck when they saw a group of people carrying whale oil lamps walking far along the trestle.

Boom——!!!

An earth-shattering bang suddenly exploded through the night sky.

Earlier than they greeted Redbeard and his entourage, it was a flame that rose into the sky!