This pirate only wants to farm.

Although Tony had long suspected that these people would land on the island and would inevitably be infected by the corruption and mutation, he hadn't expected them to dare send so many people. Originally, Tony thought there was a sliver of hope that a third of them might survive, but now it seemed...

Old Tony shook his head slightly: "The Oren Empire is going to suffer a big setback this time."

Owen, standing nearby, chuckled. "Looks like these people are really starving. It's a miracle that such a large ship, carrying so many people, has managed to sail on a calm sea for so long."

It's to be expected that large ships like the Stormfury will consume a lot of resources. As long as they carry enough supplies, sailing for several months is not a problem.

The problem is that Storm's Fury is too arrogant.

The Oren Empire is not close to the Windless Sea at all. By the time they arrived at the Windless Sea, they had already consumed a lot of supplies. However, they naively believed that they could complete the mission in a short time, so they did not replenish their supplies.

If they had even a shred of respect for the Windless Sea, and had plundered the merchant ships sailing on its waters even slightly, they wouldn't be in their current predicament.

That's right, the Imperial Navy has the right to requisition all supplies from merchant ships at sea.

Old Tony clicked his tongue twice and shook his head slightly: "They only left about 10 people on the ship. I really don't know whether to say they're confident or that they're in a hurry to die."

Old Tony also turned his binoculars and soon saw a man, clearly dressed as a captain, looking over from the deck of the Storm's Fury.

"Oh, so the captain stayed on board?"

"It's a pity. If we had kept a few more people, there might have been a slight chance of turning things around, but now it's basically beyond saving."

Old Tony shook his head again and put the binoculars away.

Owen, who was also holding binoculars, asked, "Captain, what should we do next? Are we just going to wait here for them all to die on the island?"

After saying that, Owen added with a slightly sly grin, "Such a huge ship, and a magical warship at that! If we could find a way to control it, wouldn't we be able to build a library on the windless sea?"

Old Tony reached out and tapped Irving on the head: "Don't even think about it. There's no way we, the Mink Group, could have gotten our hands on something like this."

"Even if we manage to get our hands on this ship, do you think we have the capability to protect it?"

"Our supplies are almost used up, and that person has sent us a signal. It's time to head to the Underworld."

On the deck of the Storm's Fury across the way, Julian held up his binoculars and watched the Scholar extend its oars and sail away in another direction from the island.

The first mate, who was also holding binoculars, watched the Scholar sail away before letting out a sigh of relief and saying, "Captain, we can confirm that they are planning to leave."

Julian's brow remained furrowed, but he nodded slightly: "It seems they've discovered we've found a place to resupply and know that continuing to follow us is pointless."

"We don't need to worry about a sudden attack in the short term, so the soldiers can focus on gathering supplies."

Julian put away his binoculars and was about to give an order when he suddenly noticed that the sailors standing on the deck were not at all on guard. Their eyes were all looking in the direction of the island, and their longing eyes were shining with a green light.

Julian even saw sailors secretly opening their mouths and sucking the rainwater that dripped onto their lips.

Sigh, I never expected it to come to this.

The lesson we learned from the magical warships has been far too painful, as they have caused us to lose our reverence for the sea.

Julian sighed deeply in his heart, then turned to the timid middle-aged mage Daniel beside him and said, "Mage Daniel, please continue to use your magic to locate that small boat and make sure it won't affect us."

Daniel, standing at the back and trying to minimize his presence, nodded repeatedly. However, he still looked at the empty deck with some concern and asked, "Captain, are you sure it's okay to leave so few people behind? If that small boat comes back and wants to gather the soldiers, I'm afraid it won't be enough time, will it?"

Julian glanced up at the sailors setting up camp on the shore, then pressed his temples wearily and said, "No need. That small boat poses no threat to Storm's Fury. I'm just having you observe it as a precaution."

Daniel glanced at the captain's tired expression: "What's wrong? You seem a bit restless. Didn't we find an island where we can resupply?"

The first mate next to him nodded in agreement: "Yes, Captain, someone has already signaled that a large number of magical beasts have been found. These magical beasts can be used as supplies without any problem. They even found a clean water source in a cave. You don't need to worry so much."

"It only delays the completion of the mission by a few days. With these supplies, clearing out the entire Windless Sea won't be a problem for us."

Julian wanted to say something, but in the end he waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, you guys continue with your work, I'm probably a little tired."

Julian's exhaustion stemmed from a vague sense of crisis he had recently been experiencing, and he could clearly sense that this crisis originated from the island.

It was precisely for this reason that Julian made such a bold decision to send most of the people on the ship to the island, in order to prevent any possible accidents. With more people, they could always deal with any situation. The 10 people left on the ship could also be used to operate the cannons for support.

Julian waited until evening, enveloped in this unease.

However, nothing happened.

Only the slaughtered monsters were transported by small boat to the Stormfury's storeroom.

The abundance of supplies on the island astonished the sailors aboard the Stormfury. In just one day, they had gathered enough supplies for more than ten days of sailing, and if they spent another two days, filling the entire Stormfury would not be a problem.

This made Julian doubt whether there was something wrong with his judgment.

Meanwhile, inside a makeshift tent erected on the shore, several cooks were roasting a monster until it was golden brown. The sailors nearby kept swallowing their saliva, their eyes practically glowing with hunger, wishing they could come up and take a bite right now.

This was just one tent; the fragrance was also emanating from several other tents nearby.

The second mate beside him was also swallowing hard, but reason prevailed, allowing him to suppress his desires. He patted the two sailors on the shoulder and said, "When you take this monster to the captain's cabin later, you can take a larger share of today's roast meat."

The two sailors were initially reluctant, but when they heard the second mate say that, their eyes lit up and they patted their chests to assure him that there would be absolutely no problem.

It was already evening, and the sailors were finally able to enjoy the delicious roast meat.

It was precisely because the sailors had been tormented by hunger for so long that today's exploration work had to be halted.

The dedicated second mate ensured that every sailor had enough monster meat to eat. Although they weren't exactly full, it was enough to restore their fighting strength.

Just as the second mate was gnawing on a monster's leg, someone suddenly ran over in a panic, shouting, "Second mate, something terrible has happened! Someone's injured! A strange monster has been discovered!"

The second mate reluctantly put down the plate of leg meat, frowning as he looked at the sailor who had rushed into the tent: "It's just dealing with a few magical beasts, and you can't even handle it? Which team went wrong?"

The sailor, clutching his blood-stained shoulder, said in a panic, "Second mate, it's the No. 3 musketeer team that went into the cave to explore for water."

"There is a very evil monster in there. Many members of the No. 3 Musketeer Squad were injured, and two of them even died."

The second mate immediately stood up upon hearing this. If it was just an injury, that would be fine; battles with monsters always involve unexpected events. But if someone died, that would be a big problem.

A magical beast that can withstand musket fire must be at least a high-level magical beast.

The second mate, not even bothering to enjoy his meal, hurriedly said, "Send two squads to relieve the musketeers and take the wounded to the priest."

Soon, the reluctant priest was led to the wounded soldiers' tent, his face showing reluctance with oil paper still stuck to his lips.

For a high priest to treat a few wounded soldiers is a huge insult to the church, but faced with this food, he has no choice but to bow his head and treat these damned soldiers.

Just as the pastor pinched his nose, lifted the tent flap, and went inside, he suddenly noticed that the veins on the soldiers' bodies had turned faintly black.

A repulsive aura washed over the priest, instantly invigorating the previously weary and irritable priest. He stepped forward with a furrowed brow, and just one glance was enough to shrink his pupils to the size of pinpoints.

"How could this be...?"

Why is this corruption and mutation occurring here?

The second mate was about to urge the priest to start treatment as soon as possible when he saw the old priest retreat in panic, even ignoring the sailors and the second mate's attempts to stop him, and hurriedly flee out of the tent.

He ran out, shouting to the sailors around him, "Quick, bring all the fuel! Let the magician burn this tent down completely, leave no trace!"

The second mate was furious. He had long since reached his limit with this damned priest, but seeing the old man's flustered appearance, which didn't seem fake, he could only ask, "What's going on?"

The old pastor stared at the tent, his lips pale with fear: "Corruption and mutation, how could we encounter something like this..."

"Quickly notify the captain and everyone on board to bring their men back. Where were they injured?"

"we have to……"

The old pastor lost his composure, grabbed the second mate by the collar, and issued orders with a ferocious expression.

However, before he could finish speaking, the old pastor saw a bluish-black line appear on the second mate's neck.

The old pastor's heart skipped a beat.

His neck turned stiffly, his gaze sweeping over the bewildered soldiers around him.

These soldiers all had a dark line on their bodies, and even in the old priest's eyes, these dark lines were still wriggling slightly.

It's over, it's really over...

The second mate's patience had completely run out. He abruptly shook off the old pastor's hand and angrily demanded, "What tricks are you playing?"

The old pastor's gaze swept deeply across Alf's face. He gave a final, somewhat feeble laugh, and white specks of light appeared in his hand, which he tossed into the nearby tent.

"I have already treated them, and if all goes well, they will wake up in three days."

"It's best not to disturb them during this time; let them get some rest."

"And don't let anyone get close."

The second mate raised an eyebrow, completely surprised that the old man would cooperate so readily. He could feel the immense healing power from that one move.

But why did this old man make that expression just now?

"What exactly did you find out?"

The old pastor opened his mouth as if to say something, but reason told him he couldn't.

If only one or two people were corrupted, he could use his status as a member of the Vatican to have the sailors dispose of the bodies.

But everyone here exudes an aura of corruption.

Along the way, these priests of the Vatican had clashed with these peasants, who reeked of fish, more than once.

If he dares to say he'll eliminate everyone here, then he himself will be the first to die.

The old pastor's heart was completely overwhelmed with bitterness. He forced a smile and shook his head.

"It's nothing, I might have had a few drinks and was hallucinating."

corrupt……

How could something capable of destroying the world, something that has been erased from history, appear here?

No, we must report this matter to the Vatican!

That prophecy might be true...

The old pastor coughed twice, feigning an overdose of healing spells. "I need to go back and rest for a while. Don't let anyone disturb me."

After saying that, the old pastor ignored the opinions of others and turned to walk towards the white tent on the shore.

The second mate didn't stop them, but instead looked in the direction the old pastor had left with a dangerous gaze. After a long while, he finally spoke to the two sailors whose mouths were covered in grease:

"After you've eaten, go and keep an eye on him. I want to see what he's hiding."

Meanwhile, the old priest, back in his tent, took off his clothes, which were soaked through by the torrential rain. He stood before a bronze mirror, observing his aged body, and finally discovered a dark line on his chest.

The old pastor closed his eyes in anguish, but soon, a ruthless glint flashed in his open eyes, and a white halo emanated from his hands, enveloping his entire body.

But at that moment, something seemed to be triggered in the earth and air, and black lines wrapped around the old priest's body, which was radiating white light.

"Ugh..."