Apocalypse I Have One More Keyword Than Others
Chapter 148 - - 148 Inexplicable War_1
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Displaying weakness?
Extending goodwill?
Or perhaps it's a trap?
The gingerbread vendor set down the telescope in his hand, lost in thought.
He subconsciously gulped down a mouthful of rum, this time not spitting it out, but swallowing it with a gulp.
Then, he suddenly realized what he had done. His face changed, he retched a few times, and violently threw the bottle of rum into the sea.
The simulation scenario had only just begun over ten days ago, and everyone was cautiously hiding themselves, seeking development.
It had to be said.
Paul's behavior was indeed abnormal, even more so than Black Magic Hand's.
The key word for Black Magic Hand might be something like slaughter, necessitating high profile actions, but each time he made an appearance, he left no survivors, thereby being inconspicuous in another way.
But this Paul, was truly arrogant.
Even if his keyword was chaos, there was no need to make himself into such a glaring target in less than half a month...
Unless his keyword wasn't chaos?
If not chaos, then what could it be?
Enticement?
Or simply being high-profile?
Glistening?
Or the center?
If I went over, would I be walking right into a trap?
If Paul forcefully broke through, all our pirate ships would definitely surround him; no one would let him leave with the witch. Yet Paul boldly announced the slogan of sharing the witch, so no one would attack.
The Sea God Scepter was tied to every pirate's ambition; no one wanted to give up this chance for sudden ascension!
That damn guy, disrupting all his plans...
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"Captain, shall we still fire the cannons?"
The gingerbread vendor's fierce and conflicted expression caused the original captain to panic. Watching him remain silent, he couldn't help but interrupt the other's contemplation.
Even without the Sea God Scepter, no one wanted to kill a witch.
After all.
There were too many rumors about witches, and in all the tales, those who killed a witch never met a good end.
The gingerbread vendor snapped back to reality: "What's your name?"
"Ace Bar," said the captain, cautiously.
"From now on, you are still the captain of this ship, and I am your second mate," said the gingerbread vendor, glancing at him, "Remember, my name is Sheldon Gis, I've always been your second mate, and there has never been a bloody incident on board, understand? Later, when I come aboard, we'll go see what tricks Paul is up to. It's mainly up to you to negotiate with Paul..."
"Are we really going to board their ship?" The captain swallowed hard, "There's no honesty among pirates. What if they open fire?"
"Are you stupid?" the gingerbread vendor glared at him, "They have five ships, we have eight, and there are more coming non-stop from Herd Island. If he fires at us, it's declaring war on everyone. Can he fight off so many? Even if he breaks out of the encirclement, Antonio's ship is still blocking the way outside. Where can he run?"
"I think taking He Ya the witch already counts as declaring war on everyone," Captain Ace said sheepishly.
"In these past few days, Paul has never killed a single person, be it the Dufei family or the royal navy, he's just been forcing them to dance. So, there's no need to worry about your own safety," the gingerbread vendor said with a trace of mockery on his lips. "Besides, don't you want information about the Sea God Scepter? I possess great strength and martial skills, and you have your own pirate ship. Together we're definitely capable of taking out other competitors, placing you on the throne of the Pirate King."
"You don't want to become the Pirate King?" the captain asked, stunned.
"No, I just want to eradicate the heretics of this world," the gingerbread vendor snorted, impatiently, "In short, don't reveal my identity. Paul won't kill, but I will."
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Paul had abducted the witch, but as the gingerbread vendor said, he had also cornered himself.
After all, Antonio had blocked off the entire shipping route, and his few ships couldn't break through.
So.
Everyone believed that Paul's proposal to "share the witch" was a sign of weakness.
If they had known this would happen, why did they do it in the first place?
Wouldn't it have been better for the witch to just stay on Herd Island?
Indeed, everyone who had dealt with Selma was missing a screw in their head...
When the Snow Dragon's captain, Ace Bar, was the first to move closer, the other pirate ships also followed without hesitation.
Although they were unfamiliar with each other, they were united on the issue of the witch, in an unspoken pirate agreement, just as they would naturally band together when encountering the navy.
This time.
Antonio's blockade of the Herd Island shipping route took pirates lightly; it wasn't his first time doing this.
In a few days, Mahamadu and Safra would attack Antonio from behind. At that time, all the pirates trapped inside, as long as they coordinate to break out, this blockade will also come to nothing.
At most a few unlucky fools will die.
If Antonio had that much capability, the royal navy would have cleared out the pirates long ago.
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Gowned in pink dresses, the royal navy danced at the ship's bow, while the decks of the Smile Angel were laden with rum, as someone had to be responsible for sailing.
So.
Duge's pirate group, capable of combat, numbered less than eighty. With them spread across five ships, their numbers were even fewer.
This was clearly a show of weakness.
The foolish Clown Paul had no intention of taking action.
Upon seeing this scene, the skippers of several pirate ships grew restless, even considering kidnapping the witch…
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And all because a pink dance troupe was dancing on the deck.
So, whether it was Duge’s pirate crew or the seven or eight pirate ships that pulled up alongside, someone was always running into inexplicable problems.
For instance.
The first mate on the Clownfish number one ship somehow stepped on his own left foot with his right, tumbled forward onto the deck in a clumsy heap, his cutlass flying from his hand and incidentally cutting the rope of the sail hoist, just as the sail which had just been raised came crashing back down, necessitating several of the sailors ready for battle to be diverted to repair the sail;
There was also a sailor carrying rum from below deck who tripped over a cable on the deck and plunged headlong into the sea…
In summary.
Duge’s pirate ship was a comedy of errors, causing the pirates besieging them to laugh heartily, further underestimating their enemies, thinking, if they couldn’t even walk steadily, how could they fight?
It has to be said, Duge’s Clownfish and Smile Angel truly brought joy to everyone.
It had been a long time since they’d encountered such a bumbling pirate crew on the sea, from the captain to the sailors…
Laughter rang out unbridled across the sea.
But joy often comes hand in hand with tragedy. The gunner on the Latin, upon seeing the Clownfish’s sailor plunge into the water, couldn’t help bending over with laughter, turning to ridicule the incompetence of the Sea Fish Pirate Group with his fellow, when the lit torch in his hand accidentally ignited the fuse on the gun barrel. By the time his comrades noticed, it was too late.
Bang!
A cannonball burst forth.
To everyone’s disbelief, it whistled through the air and landed on the deck of the Snow Dragon.
At that moment.
A gingerbread vendor had just changed into pirate clothes and was coming out from below decks.
As a result.
A cannonball smashed right toward him, and his reflexes were nothing if not sharp, as he lunged to the side.
And quite by coincidence.
The captain also happened to be tumbling onto the deck.
Amidst the sound of the explosion, the gingerbread vendor’s head once again submerged deep into the captain’s plump buttocks, a familiar smell wafting into his face…
By the time he managed to get up again, his face was as black as a pot’s bottom.
Again?
This was the second time! What on earth was happening? Was Paul’s derivative skill designed to make him kiss other people’s buttocks?
He hadn’t seen where the cannonball had come from and assumed Paul was playing dirty by attacking them. The gingerbread vendor’s eyes instantly turned blood-red with rage, completely infuriated, unforgivable, unforgivable…
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“It’s the Latin!”
“The Latin attacked us, fire back, fire back!”
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Being hit by a cannonball was the most severe provocation among pirates, tantamount to a declaration of war.
After all.
The pirate ship is each pirate’s home and means of survival.
The Latin didn’t attack Paul but struck at them first.
Unforgivable.
The crew on the Snow Dragon was livid with rage.
Pirates are hot-headed; to suppress their anger is uncharacteristic of them. The Snow Dragon’s gunners promptly turned their cannons around and lit the fuses.
Boom!
Boom!
Two cannonballs whistled forth, heading straight for the Latin.
Then.
One cannonball hit the Latin, while the other sailed past and snapped the mast of the Herman…
Consequently.
The Herman, unwilling to suffer the loss for no reason, also began to retaliate.
In just a short while.
The eight pirate ships chasing Duge ended up fighting each other.
Next to Duge, Marsha, who had been incessantly complaining that he shouldn’t have proclaimed the “Share the Witch” slogan, couldn’t help but widen her eyes in disbelief: “By the Sea God above, what’s happening? Could it be that, unknowingly, the Sea God is truly protecting you?”
Vito quietly swallowed his spit.
Chaos.
Yes, chaos was the right word!
Only chaos could plunge their enemies into indescribable agony.
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