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Chapter 113 Storm

Under the dark clouds that cast the entire sea in pitch black, violent rain and wind and waves were constantly pushing the waves away. The deep blue and almost black waves rolled up pale foam and hit the sea surface, and then were shattered by higher waves in an instant.

In this violent storm, a sailboat with a total length of more than 20 meters is moving in a strange posture. On a silver-white mast that is out of tune with the entire ship, the sails with the same metallic luster are already filled with strong winds, and a black flag embroidered with skulls and feathers is fluttering on the top of the mast.

"Boss, we're almost there!" The helmsman gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on his tattooed neck. "It's impossible to see the course in this awful weather... Are you..."

"Shut up." A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the captain, whose hat bore a large black bird. "That coward's information was correct. There might really be a deity on this island. The storm carries her divine power. If we use the relic now, it will easily arouse alarm!"

As he was speaking, the ship suddenly shook violently, and the entire ship was thrown seven or eight meters high by a huge wave. However, the pirates on the ship still stood firmly. Except that they all grabbed the ropes around them, they looked no different from a few seconds ago.

"Boss, if there really are gods, we..."

A sailor who looked somewhat immature was about to speak when the old sailor beside him immediately slapped him in the face and then said:
"You newcomer, what do you know?! Just a small island with a few thousand people. What powerful characters could there be? It's probably just another spirited relic from a previous civilization. This kind of idea offers low power but high income. If we conquer it, we can not only harvest a batch of slaves, but also get people from the previous civilization..."

"I said, shut up!"

The captain's voice was so unclear in the heavy rain, but everyone on the boat kept their mouths shut.

Raindrops as big as beans pounded the wooden deck. Atop the silver mast, in the added wooden basket, a young man with short, dense feathers growing on half his face suddenly shouted:
"Boss, we can see the outline of the island!"

"Very good!" The captain stood up suddenly after hearing this, but the big bird above his head melted like a candle, and the black substance wrapped around his head and chest.

Feathers popped out from his body and landed precisely on every fighter.

"Boys! Get ready!" A somewhat mechanical voice came from the captain's head wrapped in black feathers. Upon hearing this, the old sailor who had interrupted the newcomer's suicidal act immediately opened the mechanism on the deck with familiarity, revealing a tank full of octopuses. He reached out and pulled out an octopus, biting its tentacle.

The octopus spewed out a large amount of black mist when it felt pain. Although it was in the midst of a rainstorm, the black mist showed no sign of dispersing. Instead, it seemed as if it was guided and accurately attached to every fighter.

"Storm Sailing!"

The extremely mechanical sound seemed to turn on some kind of switch, and the silver sails and masts suddenly emitted a strange light.

The entire ship was wrapped in a silver-white cocoon of light the next moment, and the original bumps disappeared in an instant, because at this moment, the ship was no longer sailing in the water, but in the wind and rain!

The power of the relic tore through the barrier set up by the gods, and the island that looked like a pointed soft hat also came into the eyes of the pirates. The fighters wrapped in black fog grabbed the ropes with one hand. The lookout who slid down from the mast holding the rope turned around and pushed out a small catapult from the corner that looked even older than a wooden sailboat and began to load ammunition.

"Ammunition is not cheap, shoot accurately!"

"Don't worry, Boss! You can deduct any waste from my share!"

The lookout was clearly extremely confident in his accuracy. He held a metal ball that was completely inconsistent with the temperament of a trebuchet, and his feather-covered eyes revealed the ferocity of a bird of prey.

"Whoosh!"

With a soft click, the young man triggered the catapult. The small trebuchet, barely taller than an adult, shouldn't have had a very long range, but at that moment, as if lifted by some mysterious force, the silver-gray metal ball flew across several kilometers to the edge of the island. A sudden gust of wind blew from the island, and almost instantly, the metal ball exploded.

A pulse that was imperceptible to the naked eye spread out in an instant, and even the violent wind and rain seemed quiet.

Only on the pirate ship flying in the storm, the captain laughed wildly like an owl, and the sailors who had been prepared for a long time had already jumped into the water several kilometers away!

……

"Not bad, I've made progress this time, at least it's not so abrupt!" At the same time, Feng Xue, who had already fallen asleep, once again entered Mo Ming's painting world. Looking at the quiet girl standing in front of a wooden table, painting in the painting, Feng Xue took two steps forward and said with a smile:
"What? Are you no longer angry?"

"I'm not angry!" Mo Ming answered loudly, somewhat nervously, but immediately lowered his voice and whispered:
"I was just a little afraid of the pain... Well, I'm fine now!"

"Eh? So well-behaved?" Feng Xue looked at the shy Mo Ming and was a little surprised for a moment. When Mo Ming heard Feng Xue's words, his face, which was originally as white as ink painting, suddenly turned light red.

But she still gritted her teeth and said:
"Well, I'm very good at illusion right now, so please don't make me into a virtual god, okay?"

"What's your idea?" Feng Xue really didn't expect Mo Ming to say this. He changed a good ghost spirit into a virtual god because he was sick!

If you really need a virtual god, wouldn’t it be better to make a new one?

But speaking of it this way...

Feng Xue suddenly frowned. Could it be that the weather goddess was actually a ghost? But she didn't have any ghostly aura!
Seeing Feng Xue in a daze, Mo Ming immediately became anxious. She stamped her feet vigorously and said:

"I will study hard! I won't be afraid of pain in the future! I also attended Senior Li's class! So don't let me become a virtual god!"

"Okay, okay, I won't be a false god, I won't be a false god!" Feng Xue stretched out his hand and rubbed Ming Bao's smooth long hair, but his face suddenly turned dark -

"You're itching for trouble, aren't you?"

"You said...you said you wouldn't let me become a virtual god!" Mo Ming suddenly lost his previous pitiful look. He put his hands on his waist with an expression that said, "You're so stupid!"

Feng Xue couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw this:

"I'm not planning on turning you into a virtual god, but I didn't say I won't beat you up! Stick your butt up! Seriously! If you don't get a beating for three days, you'll tear the roof off the house, right?"

"Waaaaaaaah!" The cute and naive Mo Ming didn't react until this moment. Even if she wasn't made into a virtual god, Feng Xue still had plenty of ways to punish her. Before, she was only focused on not being made into a virtual god, but now that she realized it, her original temperament was gone, and she started running around in the world of the painting, screaming.

Feng Xue thought it was a nice idea to chase the little guy around, and he immediately got into the role and put on an expression like a bully chasing a good girl. But at this moment, he felt dizzy and his eyes suddenly opened.

"What's going on? That little girl can bounce me out of the illusion?" Feng Xue looked at the lights in the tent, his face a little strange for a moment, but then, he heard Mo Ming's voice:
"Why did you come out? I wasn't trying to catch you...ah! No, no, I didn't kick you out. You can't punish me for this!"

"Why do I feel like you're enjoying it?" Feng Xue complained in his heart, but his body opened the Qi-gazing technique without hesitation. It would have been fine if he hadn't opened it, but as the Qi-gazing technique was opened, the originally clear vision instantly became pitch black!
(End of this chapter)