Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 670 Blackbeard's Sailing Record

"turn!"

That single, concise word immediately spurred everyone into action.

Afran gracefully straightened her dust-stained cuffs, her azure eyes gleaming with the inquisitive light of a historian. "Every word these madmen scribbled, however chaotic, is a fragment of a lost epic."

She was filled with anticipation to uncover the truth behind Blackbeard and the fall of Poseidon's temple. Tang Cao and Xiao Xiao nodded vigorously, their little faces brimming with curiosity and excitement for the legendary pirate adventure.

Just do it.

The group immediately transformed into archaeologists, conducting a thorough search of the captain's cabin, which reeked of decay and madness.

Tang Zijun's fingertips were surrounded by a deep blue spatial power, like the most precise scanner. With her will, the rolls of parchment, which were scattered in the filth, stuck in the gaps of decaying furniture, and even pressed under broken statues, were all drawn into the air by an invisible hand. They were lifted up, their surface dirt wiped away, and landed steadily on the nautical table, which had already been cleared out.

Soon, a small mountain of nautical logs piled up on the table. The covers of these logs were made of various materials, including thick leather, sturdy cardboard, and even some kind of monster skin, but without exception, they were all permeated with the marks of time, the salty smell of the sea, and the dark atmosphere.

Most of the book covers have no text, only some flamboyant, simple symbols representing dates or events, such as skulls, etc.

Storms, burning ships, or simply blank space.

Fussold silently retreated to a corner, took out his silver tea set again, poured boiling water into the teapot, and the rich and mellow aroma of black tea rose up once more, like the most tenacious spark of civilization, stubbornly carving out a warm and pure land in this space shrouded in the dust of history and the aura of darkness.

He poured cups of freshly brewed black tea and placed them beside each member of the archaeological team, his movements silent and precise.

The captain's cabin fell silent instantly.

The only sounds were the rustling of parchment being carefully turned, occasionally mixed with the crisp clinking of teacups and saucers, and the varying degrees of breathing from the crowd.

Under the dim green light, everyone was immersed in the epic voyage written in the maniacal handwriting of Edward Teach the Blackbeard, a tale filled with bloodshed, legend, and indescribable horror.

Chang Lei grabbed a journal with a cover featuring a crossed scimitar and a dripping skull, his crimson eyes sweeping over the wild, scribbled characters...

The handwriting was so powerful it seemed to penetrate the paper, and a wicked smile spread across his face. "1780, Caribbean Sea, the Bloodsail Incident... This guy actually wiped out a gang of heretical pirates known as Whispers of the Abyss."

He flipped through the pages quickly, thoroughly enjoying the details of how Blackbeard used the power of greed to kill the heretical demon pirates.

"Listen to this." Avran's voice held a hint of excitement at discovering a treasure. She carefully unfolded a journal with a cover depicting giant octopus tentacles, her slender finger pointing to a page. "1718, east of the Bermuda Triangle... He recorded an encounter with a Kraken larva." The tentacles that stirred space and the soul-tearing cries he described matched remarkably well with accounts of the Kraken in Norse legends and family histories. He actually... killed it? No, it was more like he used the spatial turbulence caused by an underwater volcanic eruption to drive it back into the abyss.

Xiao Xiao held a relatively clean diary, her usually cool face showing solemnity and a hint of reluctance, and read it aloud softly.

"In 1720, off the coast of West Africa... he ambushed a Spanish treasure fleet transporting slaves and gold... his diary details... how he used the space-jumping ability of his magic ship to create panic, and then... a massacre..."

Her voice lowered, and the bloody details that followed made her frown.

Despite knowing that Blackbeard was an evil and greedy man, she still felt uncomfortable facing such a blatant record of violence.

Tangcao was most interested in the treasure hunt part. She held a diary with strange symbols on the cover, her big eyes sparkling.

"In 1732, based on a tattered map salvaged from a siren's belly," he actually went to find the Fountain of Youth, only to stumble upon a group of Emerald Nagas guarding the fountain who could shoot petrifying beams. The battle was fierce! He even managed to steal a small bottle of the fountain's water... However, his log later states that after drinking it, he suffered from severe diarrhea for three days, and his skin even peeled off. Enraged, he smashed the bottle, hahaha!"

"The Fountain of Youth? Let me see."

Afran couldn't resist coming over and sitting next to Tangcao, watching with her.

Tang Zijun is like the most efficient information processing center.

Several volumes of diaries floated before him, unfolding simultaneously. A deep blue spatial energy swept across the yellowed parchment pages like a scanning beam, extracting, analyzing, and correlating the frenzied textual information.

His brow furrowed and relaxed at times, but he remained completely unmoved by the Blackbeard's "glorious achievements in plundering and slaughter."

"Speaking of which, isn't this guy's adventure a bit too exciting?" Little White raised his head and sniffed. "Whether it's the Fountain of Youth, the Naga, or some Kraken larva, these aren't very common things, are they?"

"Yes." Afran nodded gently.

"Although I can't be sure, I'm quite certain that the fountain of youth he obtained is real. It's just that this fountain of youth can't work on a greedy person, so he wasted it. But this also shows that he was indeed coming into contact with some mythological legacy."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Chang Lei, and the others looked over as well.

"Why are you looking at me?" Chang Lei was taken aback for a moment, then asked. "Okay, I have to admit, compared to other evil creatures, the greedy are often more interested in what the gods left behind."

"We cannot be certain when the gods disappeared, but we do not want those beings to return to this world more than anyone else—at least that's what we thought before. The greedy want to rule the world, and you should be able to understand that."

"So..." Little White pondered. "Is Blackbeard intentionally searching for the relics of these gods and intercepting those extraordinary beings who survived from the end of mythology?"

"That should be it."

"The log repeatedly mentions dimensional jumps in the 'eye of the storm' and the 'heart of the deep-sea vortex.'" Tang Zijun's deep voice rang out with the sound of turning pages, carrying the certainty of analysis. "These locations usually correspond to the nodes where the energy interaction between reality and the reverse world is most intense, and where the spatial barriers are weakest. This might explain how he can travel between different places so efficiently."

"And here," he pointed to a page of journal floating in front of him, on which was drawn a simple symbol composed of vortexes and mirrors. "This symbol appears frequently in his later journals, especially when he mentions temples and gates. He believes it is a mark of the 'Mirror of the Sea,' a phase in which the gate may appear."

At this moment, Chang Lei slammed the heavy journal in his hand shut with a loud "snap"—the cover depicting a shattered sky and roaring waves.

"It's awful, all wailing and lamentation, endlessly repeating how the gods perished, how the sky cracked open, how the sea went mad..."

There was nothing new, not a single clue, just some scary apocalyptic scenes.

Avran also put down the diary scroll in her hand that depicted the huge meteorite crashing into the sea. Her blue eyes showed a trace of weariness and disappointment. She elegantly picked up the long-cooled black tea, took a small sip, and tried to calm her mind.

"Look at this." Nuomi, a ferret buried in a book, suddenly poked its head out.

"Nuomi? What's wrong?" Xiao Xiao looked up, curiously observing her companion's unusual behavior.

Nuomi ignored her and instead opened the journal, her beady black eyes sparkling with focus and excitement, her long, thin beard trembling with elation. "I think I've made a discovery, come and take a look!"

"What did you find?" Tangcao, who was closest, immediately leaned over.

Tang Zijun and Chang Lei's attention was also drawn, and Afran put down her teacup and walked over quickly.

All eyes were focused on the page where Nuomi's little paws were patting.

The parchment on this page appears to have been specially treated; it is darker in color and more durable in texture.

The handwriting above was no longer the wild and messy style that Blackbeard was used to, but rather a rare style that showed extreme focus and even neatness, as if the writer had forcibly suppressed his inner madness while recording an extremely important secret.

At the top of the page was a nautical chart, simple in lines but exceptionally accurate in proportion. The chart clearly marked islands, ocean currents, deep-sea trenches, and a coordinate point marked with a huge scarlet cross. That coordinate point highly overlapped with the position flashing in the basin of water provided by Scáthach.

Below the nautical chart were several lines of text written in a dark brown, almost black ink, like dried blood. The handwriting still bore the marks of the black beard, but it conveyed a cold, almost formulaic statement.

The gates to the sunken kingdom of the gods cannot be opened by brute force, nor can they be found by ordinary people.

Its key lies hidden in the orbits of the stars and the eyes of the deep sea.

Only when the azure glow of Neptune and the leaping tail fin of Delphinus precisely overlap in the celestial veil, their radiance pierces through the towering waves, reaching the depths of the Mirror of Poseidon...

...At that moment, a crack will appear in the curtain of the eternal abyss, and the shadow of the door will briefly solidify into a reflection in the dimension of reality.

This is the law, which even the collapse of the divine realm cannot shake.

The writing abruptly ends here, the final strokes of the pen trembling slightly, with splashes of ink, as if even the writer was stunned by his own crazy plan.

"Neptune...Delphinus...intersect?"

Xiao Xiao softly recited the crucial astronomical condition, her usually cool face instantly draining of color, her eyes filled with utter shock.

"How...how is this possible? This is an astronomical spectacle that might only happen once every thousand years...no! It might happen once every few thousand years!"

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