The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

Therefore, Xingmo and Ling both turned off their spiritual vision with confidence and left everything to Vivian.

The three of them walked forward on the mossy stone steps. The moist air on the island was accompanied by the slightly salty sea breeze, which was a pleasant scene.

However, Xingmo always smelled a hint of uneasiness in the sea breeze.

It smells like some kind of seafood... a little fishy...

And the source of that breath...Xing Mo looked up and saw that it was the castle.

"Professor Ling, can you identify the age of this castle and the civilization system it belongs to?" Xing Mo asked.

"No, but you can," said Professor Ling.

She also kept staring at the castle, and her face behind the shimmering mask was slightly frowning.

"There's no doubt we can classify it as a product from between the Age of the Gods and the post-Age of the Gods," Professor Ling said thoughtfully, "but regarding a building with such characteristics... there's absolutely no documentation mentioning it."

"However, some ancient texts I've read recently tell me...it may be from a lost civilization."

"The sinking city...?" Xing Mo's heart skipped a beat.

"We need to get closer to see the specific details. There's no rush for this right now," Ling said, quickening his pace. "We need to hurry."

The three of them walked quickly up the stairs, and in less than five minutes, they reached the end of the stairs.

This is a small square, right in front of the mountain castle. Pirates are coming up the square from different steps and heading towards the castle gate.

Xingmo noticed that most of them were injured, with blood-stained bandages wrapped around their limbs. Most of the pirates wore masks, while a few had their faces bandaged, like heretics serving evil.

Xing Mo took a quick look and found that most of the pirates were carrying things: several groups of pirates were carrying bags of different sizes, four or five pirates were carrying a box and climbing the stairs with difficulty, and there was even a group of pirates carrying Jiaozi.

"Those...are all 'holy objects'?" Xing Mo frowned slightly.

"I prefer to call them extraordinary items rather than holy objects," Professor Ling whispered. "Most of those things are not products blessed by goddesses or angels, but rather distorted carriers corroded by evil forces..."

"That Jiaozi has a vision from the spirit world," Vivian, who had been focusing on the spiritual vision, said, "The things in it are not ordinary."

"Just pretend you didn't see it," Ling whispered. "You can trust their sealing measures. After all, if the control is not proper, they will be the first to suffer."

Xing Mo nodded, but secretly raised her vigilance to the highest level.

Because she knew that now, she was walking among a large number of prohibited supernatural items.

Most of these objects that can pry the force of the strings simply by their existence are imbued with powerful supernatural powers, and their effects vary, making them impossible to guard against.

But since Delem Kans dared to gather so many extraordinary people together without fear of losing control, it means that he has his own way.

For example...this castle of unknown age?

"..."

Following the crowd, Xing Mo and the other two walked through the castle gate and entered the front hall.

The entire lobby was decorated like a banquet hall, but of course, it was an abandoned banquet hall. Vines hung from the ceiling, and chandeliers burning with faint blue flames were faintly visible. A black banner with a skull painted on it hung on the stone pillars covered with moss. It was the flag of the Pirate King, "Typhoon" Draim Kans.

At this moment, the pirates gathered in the front hall, most of them staring greedily at the end of the banquet hall, motionless.

What are they looking at?

Xingmo and his group looked at each other, nodded, and then began to move through the crowd.

In fact, this was not too difficult. Their faces obscured by the waves and the mist surrounding them made them look quite scary, and no one dared to have even physical contact with them.

Soon, they arrived at the front row of the banquet hall.

At the end of the banquet hall is a long table, and behind it is a moss-covered throne.

And on the long table, Xing Mo saw the thing that the pirates were fascinated by—

——It was a storm, a storm that kept shrinking and expanding!

The storm seemed to have consciousness, floating above the long table. From time to time, a silver lightning flashed inside it, and fine electric snakes swirled along the surface of the storm, being gathered in it by some irresistible force.

"Can he really control the storm...?" Professor Ling murmured.

"What kind of incredible sorcery is this..." Vivian lowered her voice.

Xing Mo said nothing. She recalled the words of the elves in the tribe:

"The storm itself is awakening."

"..."

At this time, the sound of flutes came from a distance, getting closer and closer.

As the sound of the flute approached, the air suddenly began to flow, and white air currents emerged out of thin air, converging on the throne behind the long table.

"Boom!" A silver-white lightning passed through the ceiling and hit the throne.

A figure walked out from behind the lightning. It was Delem Kans, who was wearing a tricorn hat and the uniform of the admiral of the Kingdom of Messina.

"Welcome," he said with a smile, scanning the entire venue with his single eye, "Welcome to Storm's Banquet."

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6) Storm Musician (Part 14) -4k- (Vote for the cute one~)

The power to control storms...he actually mastered it?

Looking at the expanding storm in front of Delem Kans and his visually striking appearance, Xingmo was greatly shocked.

This pirate leader seems to be quite powerful...

At least the moment when the lightning struck was pretty cool.

"Buzzing—"

Delem Kans stretched out his hand, and the expanding storm immediately flew towards him and was grasped in his hand.

He gave it a gentle pinch, and the wind that had been so violent a second before suddenly calmed down and dissipated harmlessly.

The entire venue was suddenly filled with whispers, most of which expressed fear, while a few expressed excitement.

Xingmo could probably guess why: because this was a very standard way of showing power.

As for why the pirate king gave such a warning...

"Decades have passed since the Typhoon Fleet fell apart. Since the steam rose from the factory walls, my old followers have left me and become... you."

Delem Kans's voice majestically echoed in every corner of the hall. He smiled at the huge venue. Although everyone hid their faces with veils or masks, Delem could still distinguish several familiar figures among them.

Those were his former subordinates. Ever since the "Steam Revolution" redistributed the trade routes across the sea, many of his followers had left him and joined the wealthy and noble families on land.

Now, when they appear here again, the size of their fleet is not much weaker than that of the titular "Pirate King".

Anger briefly rose in the heart of the pirate king, but soon, the anger turned into a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"But this isn't a big deal!" Draim opened his arms. "To this day, we still gather in the middle of the ocean, lighting a lamp for each other's survival!"

As he spoke, a surging storm emerged from under his robe, making him look extremely majestic.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly eased a lot. In fact, when Delem Kans used the "power to control the storm" on the spot, many pirates thought they were about to be liquidated by the old king.

Now it seems that he just wants to re-establish his authority.

"That looks like some kind of holy object..." Professor Ling whispered, "but I don't know what mechanism triggers it."

Mechanism...Xingmo remembered the ethereal flute sound from before.

"Could it be a musical instrument?" Xing Mo whispered.

"If the sound of an instrument is causing the strings to resonate, then he should still be playing it now," Ling analyzed. "It's also possible that the instrument can temporarily give him the ability to control the storm..."

"I feel like it will be very troublesome for us to deal with..." Xingmo muttered.

After a few words, several maids walked out from behind Delem Kans. They cleaned the long table and placed strange-looking runes on both sides of the table.

"Then, as per past tradition, we will auction off our respective treasures according to the size of our fleets," Durlem grinned. "Let the party begin!"

As he spoke, the ghostly blue fire lit up the stone lamps on both sides of the hall, and rich spiritual energy immediately spread.

Under the gaze of everyone, four sailors carried a sedan chair towards the long table and placed it on the table with a "bang".

"This is the collection of the 'Terror Fleet' this year," said a man who looked like a first mate, facing the venue, his voice low and hoarse, "'The Bride of Evil'."

"This is a transcendent being from the Yanxia Islands. She was once a bride, but because her bloodline was contaminated by a dragon, she underwent a mutation on her wedding night. She was stripped of her life and her body was taken over by the dragon's resentment."

"She possesses the power of the dark realm. Three seconds after opening the sedan chair, she will begin to cry. At the same time, the spirits of all people within a fifty-meter radius of her will be controlled, and the outward manifestation will be a deep sleep."

"After this, the controlled soul will be slowly devoured by the bride. Within half an hour at most, no one within a fifty-meter radius will survive."

The first mate finished speaking, cleared his throat, and glanced around the room:

"Starting price: 6,000 gold coins, minimum increment: 300 gold coins."

As soon as the voice fell, the pirates could not wait to start bidding:

"I'll give you six thousand nine!"

"Seven thousand two!"

"..."

Obviously, such a powerful collection is what all pirates desire. Although its killing range is huge, they have plenty of space to use such props on the sea.

Even if the Royal Navy encountered such extraordinary props, it would be difficult to deal with them in the absence of intelligence.

"It's not good if they really take it away, right?" Xing Mo whispered, "The biggest headache for us 'Bell Guardians' is dealing with these things..."

"I feel like that bride can't withstand my sword." Weiwei muttered disdainfully.

"It doesn't matter. The Church of the Sea Tide has locked down this place," Professor Ling lowered his voice. "No pirate can get out easily."

"Then when do we start?" Vivian was a little excited.

"Derlem Kans is a man who loves to show off," Ling said. "At the end of the banquet, he will definitely show off the prop he uses to control the storm. Once we figure out what it is, we will take action."

Indeed, in order to demonstrate his power and establish his authority, the pirate king will certainly show his might again.

In that case, let's wait.

Xing Mo then had some free time, just to open her eyes.

Following the auction of the "Evil Bride," a variety of treasures came up for sale:

It is said to be a bone from the remains of an ancient god, and it is said to have the power to make meteors fall from the sky. After taking a closer look, Professor Ling said that it was an ornament made from the bones of a shark.

There is a bracelet decorated with chaotic light placed in the center of the treasure chest. It is said to be a bracelet blessed by the "Invisible Mist" and can allow the holder to travel through the curse once. The price is that after using it five times, the holder will sacrifice his soul to the god above the mist.

There is also a rope tied to the skeleton, which is said to be able to bind a person's "fate" to a certain concept. The original identity of this skeleton was a naval admiral of the Kingdom of Faru, who tied his fate to the "rise and fall of the Kingdom of Faru" and was invincible because of this, achieving impeccable victory in every naval battle.

Until the war between Falluja and the Empire broke out, the Falluja army was completely defeated by the Machiavelli Empire overnight, and the invincible admiral eventually drowned after choking on water.

Looking at those bizarre and extraordinary items being auctioned off one after another, Xing Mo was a little dazed for a moment.

It had to be said that even though she had been a "bell keeper", she had rarely seen so many items that needed to be strictly controlled on land at once.

Is it with these things that the pirates were able to find a way to breathe in the cracks of civilization?

And those nobles and wealthy people on land use such means... to fill their own extraordinary storages and thus obtain extraordinary powers beyond the control of the church?

For a moment, Xingmo's understanding of the structure of this world deepened a lot.

It has to be said that even though he had lost his power, the role that Delem Kans played in this black chain was extraordinary.

"..."

On the side, Professor Ling silently memorized all the extraordinary items that appeared at the auction, so that they could be filed for the church later.

After all, these pirates foolishly explained the effects and side effects of the extraordinary items, and even added strict sealing methods, which made it very convenient to deal with them.

Vivian was always paying attention to her surroundings. She could still feel the extraordinary gaze descending upon this place, but she still couldn't trace the source.

Just like that, before we knew it, the auction came to an end.

"Cough cough..."

Delem Kans cleared his throat, then stood up from the throne and walked to the long table again.

Everyone in the venue fell silent all of a sudden. Indeed, many of them had previously lost their obedience to the Pirate King.

But now, when Delem Kans holds the power of the storm, no one dares to act rashly.

"It seems our banquet is almost over," Delem Kans smiled. "At the end, I should make some explanations."

As he spoke, he opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire hall, or as if the entire hall was already within his arms: