Chapter 325: Forced Kill

Maiweiti led his subordinate Beyonder pirates back onto the fishing boat.

"You all go over there." Maiweiti sent the others away and walked to the storage area where the wooden barrels were placed.

He confirmed the presence of the Blood-Venerating Cultists in the barrels according to the agreed-upon method, nodded slightly, and then walked outside to call for the many sailors to begin weighing anchor and setting sail.

"Is it ready?" Maiweiti's deputy, Sikaer, approached and asked in a low voice.

Maiweiti did not speak, nor did he even acknowledge Sikaer; Sikaer's expression remained calm, having received his answer.

The entire fishing boat was operating normally, and those Beyonder pirates did not show the slightest sign of anything unusual.

"Alright! Thank you all for your hard work." Maiweiti took a palm-sized conch from his clothes, brought it to his lips, and spoke loudly.

At this moment, his words possessed a certain power that made them convincing.

"Today is also a normal day." This sentence brushed past the ears of all the ordinary people, acting as a hypnotic suggestion.

From this moment on, all the ordinary people would only believe that everything today was normal.

Subsequently, Maiweiti looked at Sikaer.

Sikaer nodded in understanding and signaled for those few Beyonders to move out several special wooden barrels.

When time reached noon and the Sun rose to its highest point, the fishing boat gradually approached a massive fleet.

This was the fleet of the "Admiral of Blood."

Maiweiti ignored the "kind" greetings of a crowd of pirates and walked straight toward the flagship, the "Tree of Flesh and Blood."

"Maiweiti! What are you here for!" The third mate of the "Admiral of Blood" saw Maiweiti walking toward them, a trace of malice rising in their eyes.

Peace is impossible in an organization of madmen, and the many pirates under the "Admiral of Blood" were also in fierce competition.

As the second mate, Maiweiti naturally did not get along with the third mate.

"Where is the Captain?" Maiweiti ignored the third mate and asked the others directly.

"I am here." The one who answered him was the "Admiral of Blood," Senor.

He was currently in a "Wraith" state, standing inside an ancient Mirror.

"Captain!" Maiweiti lowered his head in respect. "The conflict between the Storm Church and the 'Sea God' Kavatuwa has completely ceased; they have gradually turned their attention toward us."

"Hmm? Kavatuwa is dead?" Senor manifested his true body, extremely concerned about this news.

"From the information I have gathered, yes, but the believers of the 'Sea God' seem to firmly believe that their Lord has returned." Maiweiti expressed doubt at just the right moment.

"Hmph!" Senor let out a soft snort; his complexion was frighteningly pale, more like an evil spirit than a human. "The one responding to them is, in all likelihood, the 'Sea King'."

"This is a common trick of the Storm Church."

"Understood!" Maiweiti replied.

It was at this moment that a loud explosion suddenly came from outside the window.

"What is going on?!" The third mate consciously ran outside to inquire about the situation.

"Something has gone wrong with the people from the Blood Sect!" Senor frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"What is going on?"

He walked toward the deck, brushing past Maiweiti. He was currently in a physical state; clearly, this pirate general did not believe he would be attacked on his own flagship.

Then, as expected, the unexpected happened.

Maiweiti's shoulder sank as he slammed into Senor. Senor was formerly a "Living Corpse" and naturally possessed a physique as sturdy as Iron, but caught off guard, he could not avoid being knocked back a step.

"You!" Senor's eyes instantly became illusory and cold, but Maiweiti's hand was already raised.

As if by magic, he produced a Mirror from his hand.

The moment Senor saw the Mirror, his pupils constricted. Subconsciously, he wanted to transform into his "Wraith" form, but the moment this thought arose, it was negated by his Spirituality intuition.

Transforming into a "Wraith" state would mean death!

Senor forcibly suppressed his impulse, and the next second, the bursting lightning proved his Spirituality intuition correct.

If he had been hit while in his "Wraith" state, he really might have died!

Of course, trying to take this bolt of lightning head-on with his physique, which was even stronger than that of a "Living Corpse," would also likely result in death!

The necklace on Senor's chest suddenly lit up, and a pure silver coin seemed to be flicked up, just happening to block in front of Senor, radiating the light of Spirituality.

Yet this silver coin was not some defensive item; it merely managed to buy Senor a single second of time.

And in that one second, Senor stomped hard on the deck boards beneath his feet, his Spirituality seeping into the hull of the ship.

The reason pirate generals were peerless on the sea was partly due to their own strength, but their respective flagships were also extremely important.

Like this "Tree of Flesh and Blood" flagship, it was entirely red, truly stained red by blood.

And under the infusion of Senor's Spirituality, the entire "Tree of Flesh and Blood" flagship flickered slightly with a blood-colored light. Before the lightning could completely tear Senor apart, this blood-colored light formed a Barrier.

Boom—!

The sound of thunder on the "Tree of Flesh and Blood" shocked the entire fleet; this was definitely an attack at the level of a Demigod!

Boom!

But it was at this moment that a massive explosion occurred on a ship next to the "Tree of Flesh and Blood."

A huge fireball erupted from the ship, igniting everything flammable.

Danitz walked out from a wooden barrel, wantonly scattering his Spirituality to condense a massive fireball!

"'Flaming' Danitz?!" A pirate recognized Danitz.

"That's right! It's your grandpa!" Danitz was incredibly nervous right now; this was his first time raiding a pirate general's fleet, and excitement mixed with fear made his body tremble.

"Enter Dream!"

A voice that sounded like a chant dragged the strongest Beyonder present into a dream, while Miss Sharon was reflected in that pirate's pupils in an extremely short amount of time.

Crack!

This pirate snapped his own neck.

Maric began to charge straight ahead, knocking over all the pirates who came to provide support on the damaged ship.

They had quietly boarded the ship last night, finished off the Blood-Venerating Cultists, and taken their places; now that they had launched their attack, they caught the pirates completely off guard.

In particular, the sound of thunder on the "Tree of Flesh and Blood" ship was so terrifying that it made people wonder if the Admiral of Blood had already been killed.

This left many pirates with no mind to pay attention to this ship, turning instead toward the "Tree of Flesh and Blood."

If Senor were to die, the combat effectiveness of this fleet would drop by at least more than half.

"Kill them for me!" Senor's weak voice rang out.

Because of the protection of the "Tree of Flesh and Blood" flagship, he had not been struck in a vital spot by the Lightning, and in the end, he had not died.

"What a pity." Klein rubbed his face, and his features returned to normal.

"You must die!" Senor looked at Klein, the hatred in his eyes nearly turning into something tangible.

His right leg was completely severed, and half of his body was charred black; he was in an utterly miserable state.

"I know you still have help from the Blood-Venerating Cultists, but do you think I don't have collaborators?"

Senor looked sharply to one side as a massive golden fireball slammed into his "Tree of Flesh and Blood" flagship with a boom.

A ship had approached his fleet without anyone noticing—it was the Golden Dream!