Chapter 165: The Flag Raising
This night was destined to be extraordinary for many people.
While Soren was actively preparing to deal with Pirate King Asrold, a secret meeting was also convened in the town of Qingquan, located one hundred and fifty kilometers north of White Horse City. This town was quite remote and had been somewhat influenced by the presence of an ancient red dragon near White Horse City. However, at this time, people only knew that there was a red dragon nearby, unaware that it was a terrifying ancient red dragon.
In a dark secret chamber.
Five figures cloaked in dark robes took their seats, exchanging glances before nodding lightly at each other.
“Let’s begin.”
The first to speak was a woman, a very beautiful woman.
This woman had an exquisitely attractive face, but from her forehead to her chin, there was a striking scar, a bl**d-red mark that was unforgettable at first glance. The beautiful woman lightly tapped the table and turned her gaze to the others, slowly saying, “Now that we are all here, let’s discuss how to deal with Reinhardt. He has found a way to win over the Hell Poet, and now even the High Priest has been defeated by him.”
“The elite forces of the Church of Fear have suffered heavy casualties and may soon fall into his hands!”
The atmosphere gradually stiffened.
The others present exchanged looks and seemed to fall silent at that moment.
Indeed.
They were all Demon Sons of Fear.
Since the vampire and Reinhardt had ascended to divinity as the Vampire Son, the other Demon Sons of Fear had felt anxious, forcing them, who were supposed to hunt each other, to unite for survival. The five present had come together through a series of fortuitous events, leading to the current roundtable meeting to discuss how to deal with the Vampire Son.
“What should we do now?”
The one speaking was a rather strong man, seemingly a barbarian. With exaggerated muscles and a powerful physique, he gently tapped the table and said in a deep voice, “Are we just going to sit here and do nothing?”
A cold voice rang out.
The small man sitting in the left corner looked at the others and said slowly, “We can sit here together, which means there must be some trust among us. Perhaps if we join forces, we would not necessarily be unable to confront him!”
Join forces.
Upon hearing this, the others fell silent.
How do we join forces?
How can we ensure that others will go all out in battle? How can we guarantee that as fellow Demon Sons of Fear, they won’t stab each other in the back?
Getting them to sit together was already quite difficult.
The beautiful woman with a scar on her face glanced at the silent others, then took out a dossier from thin air and handed it to the four present, saying slowly, “This is the intelligence I have gathered.”
“You can take a look.”
The first to pick it up was the small man, who quickly skimmed through it, then passed it to the person beside him.
Soon, everyone had read through the documents.
“Throat Cutter?”
The incredibly burly barbarian set down the scroll and asked with confusion, “What does this guy have to do with our affairs?”
The beautiful woman shot him a glance, a hint of disdain in her eyes as she said slowly, “Pay attention to the timing of his rise! It coincided perfectly with the battle at the City of Wealth; he rapidly rose in the Southern Coast region afterward!”
“And other Demon Sons of Fear also appeared during that battle.”
At this point in her speech, the other attendees seemed to ponder this, and the usually silent man said slowly, “Are you implying that he is also a Demon Son of Fear?”
“This Throat Cutter has risen so quickly in the Southern Coast to become a dominating Pirate King.”
“He must possess considerable strength.”
“If we could win him over, our odds would significantly improve.”
The beautiful woman sitting at the head of the table chuckled softly and then said, “Things aren’t that simple. I believe he is not just a Demon Son of Fear, but should be the first one to awaken among us!”
“In other words.”
“He is stronger than any one of us!”
Silence.
Upon hearing the beautiful woman’s words, everyone present fell silent.
After a long pause.
The small man in the corner raised his head and said, “What should we do then?”
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Events far in the southern continent were completely beyond Soren’s prediction.
In fact.
He had gathered his fleet and set off the next day. However, before departing, there was one thing he needed to do.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull sound of drums resonated.
Soren arrived at the port dressed in black combat attire, behind him were fully armed pirates and elite pirates equipped with dragon skin armor and extraordinary weapons.
Today was the day of battle!
Soren needed to boost morale and give his crew confidence in victory.
However, he didn’t say much unnecessary talk and made no promises of rich rewards because that was simply unnecessary.
Bang!
Soren stood on the high platform of the dock, his sharp gaze sweeping over all those present, then he said in a deep voice, “Raise the Dragon Head!”
“Raise the Dragon Head!”
“Raise!!! The Dragon Head!!!”
A loud roar came from below, and then two burly elite pirates appeared, each holding a giant dragon head.
The fierce head of a white dragon was raised.
All the pirates who witnessed it could not help but show expressions of shock, and even the observing Golden Priest and others displayed surprise.
A white dragon’s head.
And it seemed to be the head of an adult giant dragon!
“Up!”
With the pirates’ shouts, the head of the white dragon was carried onto the warship, finally fixed on the Dragon Head Battleship obtained by defeating the Swamp King.
This was the true Dragon Head Battleship!
As the white dragon’s head was hung on the massive Dragon Head Battleship, the pirates nearby all had their eyes redden with excitement, and many even hammered their chests, letting out roars full of desire for battle!
“It really is a dragon’s head!”
A young woman’s voice came from behind Golden Priest, murmuring, “It seems we underestimated him. This Throat Cutter really managed to take down an adult giant dragon! Using the dragon head to raise the flag and declare war right now is incredibly inspiring for the morale of his crew! Look at those pirates below; they seem ready to rush into battle with Asrold at any moment!”
The Dragon Head Battleship.
This ship, which originally belonged to the Swamp King, was finally complete at this moment.
Soren stood atop the platform, surveying everyone, his gaze stopping briefly on Gloria and Vivian, then with a ‘clang’, he drew his curved blade and pointed it directly towards the distant sea!
Rumbling.
A sudden vibration echoed from the sea floor, and then the surrounding waters parted to the sides. Amidst the surging waves, a black mast appeared, followed closely by a ghost ship filled with the aura of d*ath and slaughter that rose from the depths of the ocean before everyone’s eyes. A thick fog spread, and the ghost ship in front of the crowd became hazy; through the fog, they could only see the broken hull and sails, along with the wandering specters aboard the ghost ship.
The aura of d*ath spread!
The expression on Golden Priest’s face revealed uncontrollable shock, and the young girl standing behind her also gasped in surprise.
“A ghost ship!…”
Golden Priest looked up toward Soren’s position and murmured, “He actually has a ghost ship!… And it seems to be close to legendary strength!… ”
The ghost ship — The Requiem!!!
The deathly aura momentarily silenced the other pirates. However, a powerful force was brewing in everyone’s heart.
Soren gazed down at them.
He ultimately raised his curved blade high, shouting, “Battle!”
“Battle!!!”
A chorus of roars erupted, and the elite pirates pulled out their weapons, letting out a roar toward the sky amid the sound of clashing metal.
“Battle!”
Soren shouted again.
“Battle!!!”
The surrounding pirates quickly reacted, following the elite pirates in a simultaneous roar.
“Battle!”
Soren’s figure stood tall. His upright body resembled a mountain, and he let out an angry roar towards the sky!
“Battle!!!”
Thunderous roars echoed, and all the pirates drew their weapons, expressing their excitement with waves of roars.
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“What a powerful guy!”
Golden Priest stared at Soren standing high above. She murmured, “This guy is simply a master of manipulating people’s hearts. With this, the morale of these pirates must be about to explode!”
The young woman nodded in agreement and whispered, “It seems we need to reassess him.”
On the other side.
Vivian watched Soren above the crowd from a corner. In her eyes, there was a glint of shining light, as she murmured, “Brother looks so impressive now!”
Gloria beside her didn’t reply, her gaze only growing softer.
Only the Fallen Witch maintained a calm expression, her eyes fixed on Soren. Only very subtle movements could reveal that she was not as calm as she appeared.
The battle had begun!
The two most powerful Pirate Kings of the Southern Coast would engage in a contest!
The victor would earn dominance over the Southern Coast.
While the loser would leave no trace behind!
The Storm Lord, who had long dominated the Amazon Coast, seemed rather silent; she had not expanded her power beyond the Amazon territory for nearly a century, seemingly planning to watch the showdown between the Pirate Kings with cold indifference.
No one knew who the final victor would be.
Thus, in this final showdown, other forces of the Southern Coast chose to remain silent and awaited the outcome.
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(PS: That’s all for today. The ending part of this volume was written quite slowly.) (To be continued ~^~)
