This pirate only wants to farm.

The camp on the coast was continuously shrouded in torrential rain, but even such a downpour could not dampen the sailors' excitement.

One monster after another was continuously sent into the kitchen, and even the sailors built their own fires to roast them.

Although the heavy rain prevented their laughter from traveling far, no one could suppress the joy of surviving such a disaster.

Of course, there are also those who don't fit in, namely the pastors of the church.

Two pastors emerged from the kitchen carrying a huge food box. One of them, the older one, couldn't help but mutter angrily, "These damned peasants took so long to give it to us."

"We shouldn't have helped them purify the water source along the way. What despicable ingrates! I don't know how much divine power we wasted for them."

The young pastor next to him also showed a hint of contempt, but he suppressed his disdain and gently tugged at the middle-aged pastor's sleeve: "Don't be too loud here. If they hear us, we're probably in for a rough time."

"Just bear with it a little longer. The old priest will report to the church once we return to the capital."

The middle-aged priest nodded resentfully, used divine magic to shield himself from the rain, protected the stone box, and then looked for the priest's tent: "Let's go, don't keep the old priest waiting too long."

The young priest walked beside him, his gaze sweeping over the sailors who were quickly passing by the tents. A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask the person next to him, "By the way, don't you think these damned sailors are a little different today?"

The middle-aged pastor shook his head blankly: "What's the difference?"

After a moment of contemplation, the young pastor said, "If I had to describe it, I feel there's something about them that I find repulsive. I don't know if you've noticed, but these people look very dirty today, with some dark marks on their bodies."

The middle-aged priest curled his lip, his gaze sweeping over a hunched figure before entering the tent: "A bunch of lowly sailors, isn't it normal for them to be a little dirty?"

"I was so fed up with their strong fishy smell and the filthy cabin."

"If it weren't for this opportunity to get promoted, I really would never want to drift at sea."

Seeing that the middle-aged pastor was about to continue complaining, the young pastor shook his head and didn't bother to continue the topic.

"We're about to see the adults, so please keep your voice down."

The middle-aged priest nodded, walked to the tent, forced a fawning smile, and lowered his voice: "Your Excellency, we heard you were taken away by those damned soldiers without eating much. We asked the kitchen to prepare some warm food; would you like to try some?"

The young priest chimed in, "Sir, we've found magical beast ingredients that are rare even in the capital. They're said to be incredibly delicious, and it took a lot of effort for the chefs to prepare them."

The two waited for a long time but heard no sound from inside the tent. They looked at each other and both noticed the confusion in each other's eyes.

They vaguely sensed an ominous and repulsive aura emanating from the tent.

But just then, the old pastor's voice squeezed out from inside the tent: "Is that so?"

"I'm hungry too."

"Come in……"

"Come in quickly..."

The old pastor's voice made the two suppress their strange feeling. They lifted the curtain and entered the tent, only to hear a half-sigh of surprise coming from inside.

"Sir, you..."

"Hurry up..."

Click!

A line of blood was drawn across the church's sacred white tent, but the screams and wails were drowned out by the booming thunder and the torrential rain.

At the same time, streaks of black blood flashed in the other tents as well.

………………

In the captain's cabin of the Storm's Fury, Julian tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

His bad premonition told him that something bad would happen today, but after waiting all day, he found that nothing had happened.

This made Julian wonder if he was being too paranoid.

But even though I thought that way, the ominous premonition only grew stronger.

"What exactly is the reason?"

"Ever since I arrived on this island, I've felt uneasy all over. What could be going to happen?"

Julian lay on the bed, but he felt as if a bottomless abyss was slowly pulling him in and swallowing him up beneath him.

Just when he was extremely anxious, he suddenly heard someone ringing a bell on the deck outside.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The urgent sound of bells echoed across the deck, through the doors and windows, reaching every corner of the Stormfury.

Julian, who hadn't been sleeping soundly, jumped up, put on his captain's uniform, and went out of the captain's cabin. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a sailor frantically shaking the rope connected to the bell.

Julian frowned and asked loudly, "What happened?"

The sailor's pale face brightened slightly when he saw the captain emerge. Braving the heavy rain, he pointed towards the island: "Captain, the shore! Look, the shore!"

The sailor stammered and couldn't explain clearly for a long time. Julian frowned, walked quickly to the ship's side, and when his gaze pierced through the rain, he saw that a battle had taken place on the shore!

fighting?

Someone is lying in ambush on that island!

This was Julian's first reaction; he shouted, "Prepare for battle!"

Then he quickly took out his binoculars and looked towards the shore.

He wanted to see who dared to attack the Imperial Navy; they were practically courting death!

However, when Julian took out his binoculars and looked through the night towards the figures by the fire, he saw familiar faces transformed into something incredibly ferocious and unfamiliar.

One by one, the hunched sailors rushed toward the panicked sailors as if they had lost their minds. Their bodies seemed to be twisted by something, and the strange twisting was nauseating to look at.

"this……"

"What is this?"

Julian felt his mind go blank for a moment, because he had not only seen the high and mighty priest on the ship, but also his most trusted second mate in the midst of the slaughter.

Can anyone tell me what exactly happened?

"Quickly, call the rest of you out here, we need to go to the island..."

"Ah!"

Before Julian could finish speaking, a scream suddenly came from inside the cabin. A sailor clutched his injured shoulder and scrambled onto the deck in a panic. Behind him, a monster with its cheek and shoulder stuck together, its limbs twisted and bone spurs growing from its joints, was crawling out of the cabin on all fours.

Julian had seen that face not long ago.

Isn't this a sailor who was injured while exploring for water and sent back to the ship to rest?

"Enemy attack! This is an enemy attack!"