Chapter 966 - 189: Caribbean Pirates
The combat record Captain Hog experienced happened during the golden age of Caribbean pirates, competing for an artifact known as the "Sea Lord’s Authority" against the great pirates of the Seven Seas, England, France, Spain, the Netherlands, and even the Three Northern European Countries.
All the Seven Seas Pirate Kings gathered together, along with the offspring of the Great Monarch of the Deep Sea, several Royal Fleets with their supposedly unsinkable giant flagships, the Church’s Knight Order, Royal Guards, and Casters, all vying for this "legacy of the Great Monarch of the Deep Sea," like a battle of gods.
Small players like the Three Northern European Countries, such as Denmark, Norway, and Sweden, even if their official fleets showed up, they were just there as background decoration.
Under normal circumstances, even for Captain Hog at his peak, it would be tough to gain an advantage in such a competition. Only by relying on the Ocean Disaster, which could dive into the deep sea and avoid the enemy’s sharpness, could he seize a chance of victory only when the enemy was weakened after mutual destruction.
After all, although Hog was said to be a nightmare of the Mediterranean, a terrifying undead like a folk tale, he only had one ship.
Among the Seven Seas Pirate Kings, any one of them, except him, possessed hundreds of ships, thousands of cannons, tens of thousands of pirates, and hundreds of extraordinaries, each also possessing a holy relic or an artifact, comparable to a dark giant’s strength.
Hog’s greatest trump card was his ability to control a Norwegian sea monster of offspring level of the Great Monarch of the Deep Sea, but in this combat record, Losa and the others encountered more than a dozen enemies of this level.
But with Losa and their help, this combat record was entirely a sweeping, crushing victory.
The offspring of the Great Monarch of the Deep Sea, with magic backing them, supposedly unsinkable sea fortresses, all turned to charcoal under the Dragon Flame of the Legendary Ancient Dragon.
Even at the end, Captain Hog was still a bit unsatisfied.
Previously, during this "Sea Power Struggle," he was forced to miss out due to the Lighthouse Guardians of Iberia guarding the Gibraltar Strait, resulting in Barbarossa Hayreddin emerging as the representative of Mediterranean pirates.
Although this guy also failed to seize the "Sea Power," ultimately, he had a grand appearance, while Hog, the "coward" who stayed hidden, naturally became a stepping stone under Hayreddin’s feet.
This was regarded as a great shame by Hog, keeping it in his heart for a long time.
Although it was thanks to Losa and their power that his dream came true, he also gained the impressive title of "Lord of the Deep Sea," known across the Seven Seas, overwhelmingly surpassing all Pirate Kings, defeating many official extraordinaries with holy relics, and utterly becoming a legend.
"Oh my god, I never dreamed of achieving such accomplishments."
Lying on the deck and gazing at the stars, Hog was moved to tears, luminous green tears scattering as phosphorescence in the air.
Though there was a bit of hiding behind the strength of others, this was indeed the highest form of glorious return.
In his mind, he continuously pictured the scene of the rebellious descendant Hayreddin and his fearless Barbarian pirates being scared witless by the Demon Dragon incarnated by His Majesty.
What a delight!
So satisfying!
All the Pirate Kings of the Seven Seas bowed their heads!
The fleets of eight nations were ousted!
"I, Hog, even when gone, am destined to be the most terrifying nightmare, the greatest legend for all those making a living at sea in this world!"
The Ghost Crew on the deck were also reminiscing.
After becoming undead, they had lost their taste, touch, smell, and life was entirely devoid of joy. But seeing those defeated gazes filled with reverence, fear, and hatred reignited a sense of life within them.
"Ah, praise the supreme Losa the Great!"
"I will follow the head’s head to the end of the ocean!"
"I am willing to offer my heart to the head’s head!"
The Ghost Crew members shouted in unison, with one crew member taking out his shriveled heart with a snap, starting a prayer.
Hog flipped over, leaped up from the deck, and raised his arm high: "That’s right, boys, sticking with His Majesty, we get both face and lining! Now, our strength has recovered significantly, and our treasured ship can harbor more souls and blood offerings. Hurry up and get moving, hunt for us, and search for treasures for His Majesty!"
The Ghost Crew members screamed and rushed to their posts. These tireless, immortal crew members were practically chosen farmhands.
All treasures that couldn’t fit on the Ocean Disaster were temporarily assigned a group of Ghost Sailors by Hog, piloting captured ships temporarily endowed with Ghost Ship energy, sailing towards Red Bay.
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Comparatively, Hog’s satisfaction and seriousness, Losa’s evaluation of this combat record, could only be described as "a somewhat satisfactory small adventure."
He was really too strong now, even the hardest level normal combat record held no challenge for him at all.
Now, after True Dragon Transformation, his body size had exponentially increased, reaching nearly three hundred meters under the Decree’s blessing and high anticipation.
Besides, Losa had the ability "Lord of All Armies," which gave a third of his attributes directly to Lavinia, who was already in Tier Two, further strengthened through Decree feedback.
With such power, never mind the enemy is merely the offspring of the Great Monarch of the Deep Sea. Even the authority left by the Great Monarch of the Deep Sea might not stand a chance against Losa if a real Great Monarch showed up.
Combined with the comprehensive enhancement of the "Three Divine Artifacts" and Losa’s ability to "use" his two lives almost without damage in each combat record.
Even if a Great Monarch showed up, a formidable existence comparable to the ruler of the Blood Royal Court and a True God on earth, Losa could easily sacrifice two lives for a seemingly destructive, but in fact, harmless return, wasn’t that effortless?
Now, he finally matched the status and rank of "Yesterday’s Giant Ship" Captain.
Losa soaked in the bath, with mist swirling, as Jeanne held her two voluptuous assets and wiped his back.
"What’s the matter, judging by your look, did this combat record not satisfy you?"
"Yes, the opponents this time, even the strongest ones, didn’t qualify for me to exert my full strength."
Losa’s voice paused slightly and then softened: "It is also a good thing; at least this time you didn’t burn your life again."
Jeanne sighed softly: "Combat records are not reality. It feels like such a waste not to risk free lives. Don’t tell me you don’t think the same. You can fight, but others can’t? Little flag bearer, don’t take me for some delicate court lady."
As she spoke, she stopped wiping and moved closer, her warm body inching closer.
Feeling the soft touch behind him, Losa couldn’t help but solemnly, he flipped over and pressed down, gazing at the golden-haired female knight, who was smiling with a hint of charm amid the swirling mist, the dragon blood in his veins boiling a bit.
Water surface rippling, splashes everywhere.
As the two were quite engrossed, unheeding of anything else, and not expecting anyone else to approach, a graceful figure slowly slipped into the water, swimming closer like a charming sea siren in what seemed to be a gigantic bath left by Fatima, Abbas, or some dynasty from long ago.
The bath’s water temperature soon dropped significantly.
A chilly and soft little hand gently placed on Losa’s forearm, scared him, while another hand slapped Jeanne’s rear forcefully. Prajna’s cold voice rang out: "Shameless woman, are you not asking for too much."
Jeanne arched her swan-like neck, letting out a graceful cry.
The look from Prajna coincidentally fulfilled her unspeakable kink, making her feel as if she ascended to the Celestial Kingdom.
She turned back provocatively to face the lady who had a shapely figure despite being wet: "The meat’s right in front of you, and you eat less but still don’t allow others to come and eat? Hey, those eavesdropping outside, feel free to join if you’re brave. I’m very welcoming of you joining."
"You think I won’t dare?"
"Then come on in together!"
Feeling the cold palm reaching for his warmth, Losa couldn’t help but let out a "hiss."
It truly was a battle of deities, a mortal’s delight.
Though Jeanne’s kink was somewhat of a perversion, it seemed that it wasn’t all that bad now.