Night was falling.

The howling sea breeze over the North Sea became more and more bitter, and the wind speed quickly climbed to 32 knots of force 7.

Layers of large waves surged, and the height was already close to 3 meters.

According to common sense, in the prelude to this already obvious storm.

All sailing ships on the seas, whether they are majestic first-class ships or inconspicuous little sampans, should seek shelter early in the morning and take refuge.

If anyone dares to continue sailing on the sea, even if he puts away all the sails, he will tragically break the mast.

Capsizing and sinking is their only fate!

The strange thing is that this kind of thing that is completely unreasonable really appeared on the periphery of Iron Anchor Bay, which is shrouded in fog all year round.

On the surface of the sea, which is made up of countless "low hills", a huge fleet sailed like crabs crawling sideways, heading against the wind.

The striking black background blood cross flag on the mast waives in the wind.

It shows that they are the same Hattings Strait Fleet that departed from the port of Bristol three days ago.

The largest flagship, the second class ship [King Edward], has moved from the position of the lead ship to the center of the fleet.

Dozens of other battleships and cruisers surrounded him, forming an approximate perfect circle.

Whenever strong winds and waves hit them, their power would be inexplicably reduced by half.

As if fearing something in the fleet, the Hattings navy was protected from the storm.

No, it would be more accurate to say that they were not just unaffected by the storm, but that the storm seemed to come from them in the first place.

It's exactly like the sudden storm of the Battle of the Red and White Roses in the Strait of Dover!

"Report to the Commander, just now Edward the Redbeard has completely lost contact.

A few hours earlier, he had been trapped in Valhalla during the Overseer campaign.

But there has been no response to the new message I sent to him ten minutes ago, and I am afraid that I really can't open the locks of Iron Anchor Bay for us as originally planned. ”

A young officer, who looked no more than thirty years old, came to the command room and reported a bad news to the commander of the fleet, Admiral Norwich York.

The commander, who was standing by the glass porthole, looking at the white mist outside, had no anger on his face when he heard this, and just nodded casually:

"I see.

The famous pirate is just a chess move, and it doesn't matter if he succeeds or not.

The more sophisticated the plan, the greater the chance of error.

This is the same reason that we deal with those grotesque and evil spirits overseas, and the accident itself is one of the sources of danger, and we need to prepare for it in advance.

I want you to remember that tricks can be used, but when the unexpected happens, the only thing that can really cover it is our own strength! ”

This young officer, who looks five points similar to Norwich, the commander of the fleet, has a different identity.

Hearing the commander's teaching, he still couldn't let go, raised a black snail of the same style in his hand, and said with pain on his face:

"Father Commander.

Before we can defeat Lancaster and take the throne, you gave me the task of docking Redbeard's plan for Iron Anchor Bay.

For such a long time, we have invested too much manpower and material resources in him.

And that's not even counting the Nemesis, a third-class ship we sold to him at a discount earlier.

The 10 percent of the more than 100 privateers that took refuge in him alone were handed over to the family's maritime court every year was a terrifying amount.

If they were all squandered by the stupid man of Redbeard in the martial arts fight, the family's financial report next year would definitely be ugly! ”

Norwich, the fleet commander of the White Rose York family, who is also the chief of operations, waved his hand to his son Norwich Jr.

Explain him earnestly:

"Son, noble York is not like those outlaws.

We have the capital that allows us to pay the cost of countless trials and errors, but they only have one life.

As long as we have power and wealth in our hands, we can make the transcendents and talents in each sequence work hard.

Isn't it a good deal to pay a small fortune and use their lives to prove that the internal plan is not feasible, and the strength of the Wanmin is unexpected?

As long as we kill them all, the money will still be ours.

Besides, there is nothing lacking on this sea, but there is no shortage of pirates chasing wealth and power.

Didn't Redbeard send back a list of Freedom Pirates?

As long as these lowly pirates who want to join the House of York and get handouts from us are still alive.

We can relax the restrictions on the Privateer Permit so that they can continue to work for their families as new privateer captains. ”

Seeing his young son nod thoughtfully, Norwich patted him on the shoulder.

Glancing at the clock on the table, the order to attack was given:

"Alright, at least Redbeard has already started the Black Mass in advance, and has succeeded in marking the stubborn people of Iron Anchor Bay with thirty counterfeit silver coins.

Since they have voluntarily given up the option of conversion, let's destroy them completely!

The time has come, and you take my warrant with you to activate it with the Lawyers.

In the future, this sea will be the world of you young people.

Although you are only a second-order professional lawyer, you will have to learn how to be on your own from now on. ”

Realizing that the harvest time had finally arrived, little Norwich hurriedly stood up and saluted:

"Yes, Commander, I'm going to give the order!"

He exited the command room and followed the wooden staircase of the deck hatch to the bilge.

The second-class ship [King Edward] has a displacement of 1,870 tons, a gun deck length of 54.1 meters, and a width of 15.14 meters.

It carried 90 guns, 28 32-pounder guns, 28 18-pounder guns, 32 12-pounder guns, plus 4 9-pounder guns on the open deck, with a capacity of 750 men.

In addition to the open-air deck, there are three levels of artillery decks below, which are almost three-dimensional small fortresses.

Along the way, there are three steps and one post, and five steps and one sentry.

Only the most determined, powerful, and loyal soldiers on board were qualified to come here.

Not only that, but there was also an aura of solemn majesty in the air.

It makes people subconsciously hold their breath, thinking that they have come to the trial court where the verdict is being announced.

When the Transcendent opens the Vision, he will see that the cabin is filled with a silver-white web of laws.

At every corner, there was an illusory golden lion wearing a crown and holding a pure gold scale, staring at the person with wide eyes like brass bells.

No one without permission is allowed to enter.

This level of security alone is comparable to the king's treasury.

Little Norwich made his way to the lower artillery deck, where it was pitch black and all the gun doors were completely sealed.

It is well known that in high winds and high sea conditions, the gun doors on the downwind side of the battleship will be submerged below the waterline.

When sailing, it is necessary for craftsmen to seal the gun door from the inboard with wooden strips and insert the bolt of the gun door.

Then it is necessary to use pine oil mixed with hemp wool to make a twist and seam material, fill the gaps on the four sides of the gun door, and strictly do a good job of waterproofing.

Even if there was something on the King Edward that was suppressing the wind and waves, the waves outside were still higher than the main gun doors.

In order to prevent sudden changes in wind direction, they simply sealed all the gun doors on both sides.

Avoiding the water of the boat is one thing, but more importantly, it is a taboo of life and death:

"Absolutely, never let that thing get into the sea!"

In the bilge, a group of more than a dozen [lawyers] were guarding a chest that had been heavily sealed with chains and laws.

They are uniformly dressed in bright red robes and white wigs, symbolizing the retreat of human nature, when there is only impartial divinity and justice.

At the same time, he held the rod of punishment and power, and connected the power of the Silver Law and the Magna Carta, the Iron Law of Kingship, to weave a legal net and envelop the chest firmly.

Unite the forces of the entire fleet and turn this place into the maritime territory of the kingdom, the land of royal rule.

But little Norwich knew that the main purpose of the law was to defend the outside world, and that the binding force on that thing was better than nothing.

What really depends on is

One of the third-order [lawyer] justices, Dude Wright, pulled out an old shepherd's flute from his waist and nodded at little Norwich.

Show yourself that you're ready.

"Open the seal and summon the 'Scourge'!"

The warrant signed by the fleet commander turned to ashes, and the seals on the boxes were broken layer by layer.

Everyone clenched the rods in their hands, and all of them were like facing the enemy.

Phew——!

As the last seal was revealed, the rich water vapor carried a pungent stench that seemed to seep into the marrow of human bones, instantly filling the bottom of the battleship.

Inside the box is a large clay pot with colorful faience.

Inside was soaked in an unknown potion a small piece of human thigh-thick white tentacles that looked badly corrupted.

It's just that unlike ordinary octopus tentacles, its suckers are covered with hideous mouthparts.

You don't need to look at it with your eyes at all, just the moment it appears.

Everyone felt as if something slippery was squirming back and forth in their sulcus.

Inexplicable pictures, words, words from their eyes, ears, noses, tongues. , skin, and any other place where the senses exist are frantically poured in.

The planks, rivets, cast-iron ballast, and kegs in the corners of the bilge began to twist into the tentacles of some kind of oversized mollusk.

In the middle of the pimple suction cups, drooling mouths and teeth sprouted, surging like a tide towards the Legalists in the cabin.

Boom!

The Scribes closed their eyes and slammed the rods in their hands towards their feet.

The circle on the ground that had been carved with some kind of forbidden knowledge suddenly lit up, forming a shape that resembled a compass.

One of the blood-colored hands slowly turned, eventually pointing in the direction of Iron Anchor Bay, ten nautical miles (18.5 kilometers) away.

Those tentacles were also stunned.

"Don't remember what it looks like, don't take the information it spreads, and don't inquire into its origins.

As long as we are not marked, it will not actively attack us. ”

The judge's majestic voice sounded, slightly dispelling the tension in everyone's hearts.

Toot toot

A disgusting flute sounded suddenly.

Dude Wright sounded the [Second Class Holy Relic: The Shepherd Flute of the Piper] in his hand.

What is very amazing is that when the flute is heard, those illusory tentacles sway slightly like snakes, and then disappear in an instant, appearing outside the battleship.

The dark clouds in the sky and the waves in the sea seem to be affected by it, manifesting indescribable forms.

When the direction was determined according to the compass circle, he suddenly disappeared into the void.