Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 667 Setting Sail

Piloting a ship transformed by negative energy is no easy task. Afran's ancestors, generations of powerful magical girls, spent countless efforts reinforcing the seal and purifying the curse in an attempt to tame this legendary weapon completely soaked in negative energy. However, the endless resentment and madness originating from the greedy Edward Teach, like a leech, always refused to be fully controlled.

At this point, the Queen Anne's Revenge was more like a ferocious beast forcibly shackled than a docile mount.

However, for Tang Zijun, suppressing a product of a reversed world that has lost its master is not a difficult task, and the same is true for Chang Lei, the fraudster.

As Chang Lei put on the mask, the chaotic and violent ghost sailors froze instantly. Then, as if drawn by invisible threads, they returned to their respective posts—the gun emplacements, the helms, the lookout towers—and resumed their silent, deathly busy work. But the pervasive frenzy and resentment were strangely replaced by a deathly silence of obedience and waiting for orders.

The eerie green flames in the skull's eyes ceased their frantic flickering and burned steadily, its empty gaze fixed on Chang Lei, as if silently surrendering...

A wide, solid energy gangway, radiating a soft, eerie green light, extended silently from the edge of the deck, landing steadily on the edge of the cliff platform where Tang Zijun and the others were.

"It's done." Chang Lei snapped his fingers, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He was the first to step onto the cold, glowing gangway, his steps steady as if walking on flat ground.

Afraid and Forsold watched in disbelief as the unruly demon ship became docile in an instant under their combined efforts.

The problem that had plagued their ancestors for generations was solved so easily by this inhuman being; they could only attribute it to the fact that Chang Lei and Blackbeard were both greedy.

Tang Cao was also stunned, and then her eyes shone with intense admiration.

Following Chang Lei, everyone stepped onto the gangway and boarded the legendary ghost ship. The deck beneath their feet was cold and hard, feeling like cold iron soaked in resentment. The air was filled with a heavy sense of decay, sea salt, and an indescribable, forcibly suppressed dark atmosphere.

The ghost sailors ignored the boarders and continued their eternal duty in silence.

As the last person stepped onto the deck, the emerald green gangway vanished instantly.

Chang Lei walked to the huge ship's wheel, which was taller than him. It was made of some kind of black bone material and wrapped with rusted iron chains. He reached out his hand, and a scarlet power of greed wrapped around it. He didn't turn it forcefully, but gently stroked it like a master.

hum!

The Queen Anne's Revenge emitted a deep and satisfied hum. The sealing runes on the hull, which flowed with dark green phosphorescence, shone brightly. The huge black sails billowed to their maximum size without wind, and an invisible, powerful spatial fluctuation rippled outward from the hull.

Without any wind propulsion, within the framework of Chang Lei's will, this legendary ghost ship, which combined curses, the power of greed, and negative energy, suddenly turned its menacing bow.

The skull ram, burning with eerie green flames, pointed straight at the coordinates of the deep sea area provided by Scáthach, a place containing the lost realm of the gods and the legacy of the sea god, like a sharp blade piercing through the darkness!

next second.

The space around the massive ship twisted violently, and the sea in front of it caved in and shattered like fragile glass. The Queen Anne's Revenge let out a roar that seemed to come from the ancient abyss, and the massive ship crashed into the chaotic light-shimmering spatial passage that had been torn apart by its own power, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Below the cliff, only the enormous ripples from the ghost ship that tore through space and the still raging sea winds and waves remain.

"Tsk, this wrecked ship smells really strong!" Chang Lei wrinkled his nose, but his scarlet eyes gleamed with excitement and greed, as if he were sniffing out a huge, undiscovered treasure. "But that black-bearded guy does have some tricks up his sleeve."

"How so?" Tang Zijun asked, arms crossed. "Have you heard his story?"

"No, Blackbeard is a figure from centuries ago, how would I know anything about him? However, this guy was probably a high-ranking officer in his lifetime. Look at this ship, although its mechanism is not as outrageous as Langya's, its combat power is in no way inferior to Langya's."

Chang Lei grinned as he spoke. "That girl's ancestor was quite powerful, capable of killing a high-ranking member of the Greedy Ones. She must have been at least a Blue-level magical girl."

"It's normal for magical girls with family heritage to be stronger in combat. Let's take a look at the nautical chart. We need to find a suitable reversal passage as soon as possible and find a way to reach the location Scáthach gave us."

Chang Lei nodded, ignoring the scenery on the deck, and walked with a clear goal toward the huge, black rudder wheel at the stern, which looked like the spine of some kind of monster, and the heavy iron door next to it leading to the captain's cabin.

Tang Zijun followed closely behind, his gaze calmly sweeping over the ship's structure, the flickering sealing runes, and the energy fluctuations of the ghost sailors, like an engineer assessing the state of a complex machine. His very presence exuded an invisible force field of order, quietly neutralizing the most restless negative energy turbulence around him, making Chang Lei's working environment much more stable.

The deck beneath my feet was not the rotten, soft material I had imagined, but rather exceptionally hard and cold, its texture like black iron soaked in millennia-old ice and congealed blood. The air was thick with the stench of aged, decaying wood, deep-sea silt, and gunpowder smoke.

Moldy rum, and a deeper, cold, deathly silence, like the whispers of countless vengeful spirits.

The aura entered my nostrils, icy and bone-chilling, carrying a heaviness that went straight to my soul. The huge cracks on the edge of the deck and the hull, flowing with dark green phosphorescence, were like the blood vessels of a living thing. With the slight undulation of the hull, the light flickered, radiating a suppressed energy that was forcibly suppressed.

The ghostly sailors, made of shadows and phosphorescent light, remained oblivious to the boarders. They moved silently across the deck, their movements stiff and repetitive, as if programmed. Approaching them, one could feel a tangible, chilling resentment, like icy needles pricking the skin, making one involuntarily want to stay away.

The old butler, Forsold, displayed the utmost refinement of a butler from an old aristocratic family. He produced from somewhere an exquisite silver tea tray, upon which lay an antique white porcelain tea set.

He walked steadily to a relatively clean corner by the ship's side, ignoring the coldness of the deck beneath his feet and the deathly silence and resentment that permeated the surroundings, and began to brew tea with meticulous care.

Boiling hot water was poured from the silver kettle into the teapot, and wisps of white steam rose, bringing a faint but extremely real warmth and aroma of tea. On this cold and desolate ghost ship, it formed an absurd yet comforting oasis of tranquility. His cloudy eyes were lowered, and he was focused on the tea ceremony in his hands, as if he were in the garden of his own castle.

On the other side, however, the atmosphere was completely different.

The three magical girls, Afran, Tangcao, and Xiaoxiao, seemed to have entered a legendary treasure cave. Afran shed the elegance and restraint she showed when facing Tang Zijun, and her azure eyes sparkled with the curiosity and adventurousness of a young girl. Tangcao was like a bird released from its cage, her big eyes shining brightly. She grabbed Xiaoxiao's hand and couldn't wait to crawl into the dark hatches below the deck.

"Is this really a ship from hundreds of years ago? Where did Blackbeard hide his treasure? Could there be chests full of gold coins? Or magical artifacts?" Tangcao chattered excitedly, her little face flushed with excitement.

Curious, she poked a rusty iron bucket fixed next to the gun emplacement. A layer of eerie green phosphorescence immediately appeared on the surface of the bucket, startling her so much that she pulled her hand back with a cry of surprise. But then she found it amusing and continued to reach out and tease it.

Xiao Xiao was much more cautious. "Be careful, Tang Cao. The negative energy here clashes with our magic. Although it's been suppressed by Deputy Director Chang, we still need to be careful."

She was enveloped in a faint blue mist shield as she cautiously sensed her surroundings. The ghostly sailors made her instinctively uncomfortable, but she was equally drawn to the mystery of this legendary ship, her cool face showing focused exploration.

"Sister Afran," Tangcao asked excitedly, carefully dodging a ghostly sailor floating by. "Your family has kept this ship for so long, you must have explored the whole place, right? Did you find Blackbeard's treasure?"

Afran was gently running her gloved fingers over a deep, claw-like gash on the mainmast, sensing the lingering, violent energy within. Upon hearing this, she turned her head, a complex and slightly regretful smile on her face, and shook her head.

"No, my dear." Her voice was exceptionally clear on the deathly silent deck. "My ancestor... after paying a heavy price to end the Blackbeard's terror, her first priority was to stop this demonic ship, completely tainted by negative energy, from continuing its rampage. She used the most powerful purification and imprisonment magic to completely seal the entire ship, along with whatever remained on it..."

Afran's self-light swept across the silent, ghostly sailors and the depths of the ship's hold.

"For centuries, our family descendants, including myself, have devoted most of our energy to maintaining and reinforcing these seals, carefully preventing the contamination within the ship from leaking out, and preventing these bound resentments from spiraling out of control again. As for exploring the ship's cabins in search of so-called treasure..." She shrugged, her azure eyes reflecting a mixture of respect for her ancestors' choices and a sense of helplessness in the face of reality. "That's too dangerous, and not our duty. Everything inside the ship remains almost exactly as it was when it was sealed; we've never explored it in depth."

"Wow!" Tangcao let out an even louder, more delighted cheer, her big eyes practically sparkling. "Untouched! Doesn't that mean we might be the first people to enter and search for treasure after the seal was broken?"

"Hmm...you could say that." Afran nodded, her mind also sparked with the idea of ​​treasure hunting.

"Here comes the treasure!" Tang Cao cheered, pulling Xiao Xiao, who was still hesitant, and plunged into the nearest dark entrance leading to the lower cabin.

The wooden hatch was already rotten; when she pushed it, it made a teeth-grinding creak and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Afran watched their disappearing figures, shaking her head with a mix of helplessness and amusement. A hint of curiosity ignited in her azure eyes. She straightened her silver hair and cloak, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze, and followed them with elegant yet cautious steps.

She might not be very interested in the treasure itself, but the secrets hidden in the ship, especially the clues related to the legendary battle of her family's ancestors, held an irresistible attraction for her.

The lower cabins were even dimmer, with only faint, flickering, eerie green phosphorescence on the walls providing illumination.

The air was even more murky, filled with a pungent musty smell, a metallic rust smell, and an indescribable sweet, fishy odor, like dried blood plasma. The narrow passage was filled with filamentous substances that seemed to be condensed from some kind of negative energy, and the hatches on both sides were either tightly closed or half-open.

Tangcao excitedly pushed open a crooked wooden door, which led to what appeared to be a sailor's cabin. A rotten hammock hung like a shroud, and rusty tableware, broken wine bottles, and other miscellaneous items covered in mold and strange black oily substance were scattered on the floor.

"Look, there's a box here!" Tang Cao pointed to a sturdy-looking oak box half-buried in the corner among the clutter, and excitedly rushed over.

Xiao Xiao immediately grabbed her. "Don't rush, there might be a trap here... or... something bad."

She nervously sensed her surroundings, feeling as if something was silently watching them from the shadows and phosphorescent lights. The atmosphere here was very unsettling; although there was no real threat, the oppressive feeling was no less intense than in the outside world.

Afran followed, a soft golden ball of magic light appearing at her fingertips, dispelling some of the darkness. "Every item here may be tainted with powerful remnants of negative energy or curses; we must be careful."

"Okay," Tang Cao replied verbally, but she didn't seem to care too much, which showed her absolute trust in Chang Lei and his brother.

She carefully navigated around the debris on the ground and approached the box, on which hung a huge...

A heavily rusted iron lock.

At the stern, Chang Lei had already violently kicked open the heavy iron door of the captain's cabin. The magical restrictions on the door were as fragile as paper under his power of greed. Together with Tang Zijun, he stepped into the core area filled with even denser dark energy and historical dust.

Chang Lei paused slightly, then suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but turn back to ask, "By the way, can you read nautical charts?"

Tang Zijun was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

I thought you would.

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