Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 666 Queen Anne's Revenge

Great Britain, midnight.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, the world sinks into the deepest darkness.

The raging North Atlantic winds, carrying the icy, pungent smell of the sea, lashed the steep black basalt cliffs outside the Avran family castle like countless invisible whips.

The waves roared and crashed against the jagged rocks hundreds of meters below the cliffs, sending up white sprays tens of meters high and emitting a deafening roar.

At the top of the cliff, the ancient, weathered stone platform appears particularly lonely in the moonlight and howling wind. A few ancient magic lanterns, embedded in the stone pillars, emit a dim but unusually steady light, stubbornly dispelling the heavy darkness at the edge of the cliff.

Avran stood silently on the edge of the cliff, wearing a heavy, dark blue velvet cloak with an ancient family crest. The hood had been blown off by the gale, revealing her long, silvery-white hair, as if woven from moonlight, dancing wildly in the wind.

Her deep blue eyes, as dark as the midnight sky, pierced through the churning fog and darkness, gazing down at the black, surging sea dominated by raging winds and towering waves.

Beside her, standing as straight as a loyal shadow, was the old butler, Forsold. His aged face was like a stone carving under the lantern light, but his cloudy eyes gleamed with the sharpness of a hawk.

At the very peak of this release of nature's immense power, the air in the center of the cliff platform suddenly distorted.

Swish swish!

Four figures stepped out of the dark blue spacetime tunnel almost simultaneously.

Tang Zijun, dressed in a black robe, Chang Lei with a curious expression, and Tang Cao and Xiao Xiao, who were also excited, followed closely behind, with excited and curious eyes, and Xiao Bai and Nuomi in their arms.

The biting sea wind instantly filled their clothes, carrying a salty and piercing chill. Beneath their feet lay a bottomless abyss and a roaring, raging sea, while in the background was the silent silhouette of an ancient castle in the darkness. The atmosphere was somber and desolate.

"Welcome to the edge of the world, my friends."

Afraid turned gracefully, a cool and sincere smile blooming on her face, as clear as moonlight. The wind blew her long hair and cloak, making her look like a fairy from an ancient legend.

She first walked towards Tang Cao and Xiao Xiao, opened her arms, ignored the tearing wind, and gave the two young magical girls a standard English cheek kiss. The cold air could not freeze the warm touch on her cheek.

"Miss Tang Cao, Miss Xiao Xiao, it's a pleasure to fight alongside you again." Her voice remained clear and pleasant even in the wind.

When it was Tang Zijun's turn, Afran stopped, maintained an elegant social distance, and smiled as she extended her slender hand clad in a white lace glove.

Tang Zijun looked at the hand, then at Afran's azure eyes with a hint of mischievousness, and a very faint smile appeared on her lips.

He raised his hand and gently patted his chest, the gesture carrying a hint of teasing. "I thought, according to noble tradition, I would need to give a kiss on the hand."

Afran chuckled softly, like a wind chime swaying. "Oh, my dear Wolf Rider, it would be my pleasure if you would."

But she quickly stepped forward and took Tang Zijun's outstretched hand. Their hands touched briefly before parting.

The old butler, Forsold, bowed slightly behind Avran, paying silent but utmost respect to Tang Zijun and the others. His gaze lingered on Chang Lei for a moment longer.

"Butler Fussold." Chang Lei nodded to him.

The old butler also bowed in response.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, everyone's attention turned to Afran.

"It's time." Afran's voice suddenly became solemn and powerful as she turned to face the endless darkness and raging waves beyond the cliff once more!

She raised her right hand high, and a ring with a deep blue sapphire and an antique design suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, eerie blue light on her slender index finger. The light was different from Tang Zijun's Time and Space Blue, and carried the depth of the ocean and the rhythm of ancient magic!

Accompanied by a long, drawn-out incantation in ancient Celtic language, like the call of a siren, the ring's light shone down like a searchlight onto the raging sea below.

The incantation sounded so faint amidst the howling wind and roaring waves, yet it carried a power that pierced through everything, each syllable seemingly striking a node in space.

Rumble—!

The area of ​​sea illuminated by the blue light resembled a boiling oil pan! The seawater was no longer the color of inky jade, but rather a viscous, pitch-black liquid, like asphalt.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, bottomless whirlpool, over a hundred meters in diameter, appeared out of nowhere in the deep water directly below the cliff, guided by the blue light, ignoring the raging currents and reefs.

At the center of the vortex, there was no longer empty darkness, but a strange, cold, eerie green flame that seemed to come from the depths of the underworld.

The space emitted a teeth-grinding tearing sound, and the air was cracked like a shattered mirror.

Under the breathless gaze of everyone—the menacing prow of a colossal wooden behemoth, like a giant beast breaking free from the abyss of hell, smashed through the spatial barrier burning with eerie green flames and slowly rose from the void at the core of the vortex.

First to pierce the surface of the sea was the iconic, massive ramming horn, resembling the fangs of an ancient sea monster. Its wood was a deep brown, almost black, stained by time, salt, blood, and dark power, covered with twisted, ancient runes that shimmered with a dim phosphorescence and indelible dark marks.

Next came the towering, multi-story superstructure, riddled with dark gun ports. Masts as thick as the trunks of giant trees pierced the rolling black waves, pointing directly at the waning moon obscured by dark clouds. Hanging from the masts were enormous black sails, already tattered but still clearly discernible patterns of grotesque skulls and crossed leg bones. The sails billowed and fluttered under an invisible force, exuding a strong aura of decay, gunpowder, and death mixed with deep-sea silt.

The ship is far longer than any existing wooden sailing ship. Its hull is made of the legendary cursed black ironwood, which gleams with a cold luster under the glow of the eerie green flames. The ship is covered with shocking scars—huge claw marks, deep cannon craters, and charred marks from being burned by flames, like silent inscriptions of its endless bloody history.

Deep within some of the massive cracks, a faint, dark green, slowly flowing magical phosphorescence emanated, like a living thing. These were the shimmering seals and purification runes cast by the Afran family over generations, barely suppressing the surging resentment and madness deep within the ship's hull.

What sends chills down your spine most are the silent shadows that roam the deck.

They are not physical entities, but rather blurry humanoid silhouettes formed from the purest darkness, the cold, eerie green phosphorescence, and twisted resentment. They are like those bound to the ship by invisible chains, silently busy by the gun emplacements, at the helm, and on the mast's lookout tower.

There were no shouts, no conversations, only a suffocating, bone-deep silence and resentment that permeated the air, as if even the raging sea wind and the roar of the waves were swallowed up by this deathly silence as they approached the ship.

This is the legendary ghost ship, the terrifying flagship of the great pirate Edward Teach the Blackbeard, cursed and sealed away.

The legendary Queen Anne's Revenge, which was forcibly transformed into a tool!

Like a nightmare emerging from the darkest chapters of history, carrying a purified curse and an undying reputation, it descended upon the waves of the real world with a silent, suffocating, and overwhelming force, surrounded by raging winds, towering waves, and eerie green flames.

Above the cliff, all was silent except for the sound of the wind and the waves.

Afran lowered her arm, and the ring's luster dimmed.

She turned around, her azure eyes sweeping over the crowd stunned by the scene before her, a complex and inscrutable helplessness on her face, her voice ringing clearly in the wind.

"Ladies and gentlemen...as you can see, although it has been sealed for so long, the negative energy on it has not been completely dispelled. But don't worry, it is no longer a threat."

"Of course, if it weren't for this, our ancestors probably would have burned it long ago."

Tang Zijun and Chang Lei exchanged a glance, both seeing the thoughtful look in each other's eyes.

They originally thought that the Queen Anne's Revenge was a special greedy being like Langya, but now it seems that this thing cannot be called a greedy being, at least they did not sense the existence of the mirror core.

This thing is probably just like those items in the Reverse World that are possessed by negative energy; it's threatening, but not very threatening.

However, this can also be considered a good thing.

Chang Lei rubbed his hands together and laughed. "An unclaimed ship with negative energy. No wonder Blackbeard, a greedy man, has been able to stir up trouble at sea for so many years without being killed by the magical girl. This thing is no ordinary vessel."

"Indeed, this thing provides Blackbeard with considerable power, and its projectiles are cursed with negative energy, making it quite threatening." Afran shrugged. "I can't deal with it, Mr. Wolf Rider. You can ride Langya, so you should be able to control it too, right?"

Tang Zijun didn't answer immediately, but looked at Chang Lei. "Do you have a solution?"

"Simple and straightforward."

Chang Lei grinned and put the mask on his face.

"Queen Anne's Revenge, your master Blackbeard is back!"