Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

In an instant, the raincoat expanded wildly and then turned into a transparent shield covering the ship.

"Don't worry, Boss. We weren't prepared last time. This time, we will definitely take it easy..."

Before he could finish his words, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck his head.

His skin color instantly turned darker, and the few remaining hairs on his head stood up, making him look very funny.

"..."

For a moment everyone fell silent.

The lightning just fell from the sky, and all the protective measures they prepared were of no use at all.

The lightning did not break through the defenses and fall on his head. It seemed to appear out of thin air. At least the "raincoat" was not affected at all and still shrouded the sky above the ship.

"The worst may have happened!" Finks was stunned for a moment, then roared loudly, "Little guys, from now on, don't even think about saving magic energy."

"Save your own life first!"

In a sense, their experience is also the reason why Doug told his son to "be upright."

Because when designing gods above demigods, many things cannot be done in a shortcut.

"Peroz... Protect yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Finks let out a scream and fell to the ground.

However, facing everyone falling to the ground and rolling on the boat, Peroz's expression became a little strange.

Lightning bolts fell from the sky, and her was naturally among their targets.

but...

When the lightning struck her, she didn't feel much.

How to describe it.

That is... although she felt like she was electrocuted, she didn't feel too uncomfortable. On the contrary, she felt numb and tingling.

Although it's a bit awkward, it's still bearable.

"These lightning bolts are a form of testing or screening..."

But the goal of screening was not based on strength as they had initially guessed.

Peroz was thinking while observing the crew members around him.

If it is a test, it is much easier for me to bear it than for others.

This means that there are differences between me and them in some ways.

First, gender.

But this is unlikely. If this is the place created by the Pure White God, gender should be the least likely.

After all, in the relevant records of the Pure White God, He does not care about gender at all.

No preferential treatment will be given to the other party because of gender.

However, these are just some random records and cannot represent the authenticity of the matter.

So Peroz temporarily wrote this matter down and then looked for the differences between them again.

If you count carefully, there are still many.

They were all people who had been wandering around the seaside for years to make a living, and this was their first adventure.

They are all unbelievers, but I believe in the Eternal Blazing Sun.

According to the Pure White God's philosophy, their actions all constitute what he called "sin," and he himself also has it, but it's milder than theirs.

In short, when Finks and the others were lying dead on the boat cursing, Peroz had already calculated more than a dozen differences between them.

However, due to the lack of further information, she could not make a clearer judgment about the situation here.

"Boys, are any of you going to see Locke?"

Locke was the original second-in-command of the Black Flag.

But it didn't last until now.

"Boss... I don't think so..." A groaning voice came from the observation deck, "I think they are all in good spirits."

Along with this sound, a burst of cursing rose from every corner of the ship.

At least this time, although most people cursed harshly, only a few people were actually hurt seriously.

"You're all pretending to be awesome! I thought you were all gone!"

"Those of you who are still alive, get up! If you keep lying there, you will all go and accompany Locke!"

Accompanied by bursts of roars, the crew members lying on the ground slowly returned to their posts.

A large number of them have been here before and therefore know how dangerous it is.

The sea of ​​thunder is just an appetizer. The most dangerous thing for explorers has never been this kind of test that is known in the open.

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Chapter 44: This island will eat people... Snap——

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Waves of teeth-grinding sounds rang in Peroz's ears.

The sky in front of her eyes slowly shattered, like a broken mirror, but the cracks were more three-dimensional.

"Everyone get ready!"

"Load my cannon!"

"If anyone shows up soon, beat them to death, no matter what they say or do."

Panting, Finks roared loudly.

The sea of ​​thunder just now was a big test for him.

At this time, there were still some burn marks on his face and body.

A darkness slowly enveloped the Black Flag, but it only lasted for a short time before the sky began to brighten before their eyes. The sea where the Black Flag was located was no longer the "cloud stream" above the dark clouds, and the sky no longer roared with lightning that threatened to fall at any time.

The weather is clear, the sun is high in the sky, white clouds are floating, and the sea is blue.

Faintly, Peroz could still hear the cries of seagulls.

Faced with such a refreshing and beautiful scenery, Finks and the others became more serious.

Finks loaded the pistol in his hand and touched the knight's sword beside him.

With the development of the times, Finks became less and less fond of using this kind of cold weapon.

Guns, cannons, and gunpowder—these are the romance of men.

He felt like a person abandoned by the times while holding a cold weapon.

In other words, he is an antique living in the old times.

He thought about changing, but ultimately found that there was no way for him to change.

Most of the time he fought with a musket. His favorite thing to do was to let the waves overturn the enemy's ship, let the thunder split the enemy's defense, let the storm send the enemy to his front, and then use bullets to blow up the enemy's head.

Only when facing those who cannot be defeated by bullets will he think of his "old friend".

"Don't let me down...otherwise it will be meaningless for me to take you out."

Rain started to fall from the clear blue sky.

Golden rain.

The "rainwater" fell on the boat and turned into golden beans.

However, no one on the Black Flag took the golden beans. Instead, they almost took the golden beans off their bodies at the same time and threw them all into the sea.

There is nothing wrong with the material of this gold.

But there is no such thing as pie in the sky for no reason. Once you put that gold into your pocket, you will never be able to leave here again.

"It's our first time here, and we are so happy." Finks walked to the bow of the ship, staring blankly at the island that came into view.

"What's the point of working so hard at sea? Most people do it for the money. Even for someone like me who doesn't need money, my first thought is getting rich."

His expression became a little unnatural. These golden beans had killed his three good brothers.

They are not the ones who like money that much.

But the more gold you hold and the longer you hold it, the more likely your character will change.

Finally, complete downfall.

"Peroz, always remember the saying 'there's no such thing as a free lunch'."

"Especially here."

"This island...it will eat people..."

Peroz nodded. She was not very interested in these things.

Most people in the world take risks for money, but the Krolov family is not one of them.

They are here for the mission in bloodline.

Therefore, in many legendary stories, we can see scenes of them spending money lavishly and treating money as dirt.

The ship quickly approached the island and slowly dropped anchor from the deck.

"Scott, you take a team and stay on the ship."

This was agreed upon beforehand, and First Mate Scott nodded.

"Remember this: anyone who approaches the ship, no matter what they say, as long as they get within a hundred meters..."

"Boss, I'm one of those people who came back alive from this damn place just like you." Scott grinned, and his mouth with several broken teeth made people feel a little creepy.

"Peroz, Hogot, Barr, Wingert... follow me. I'll show you what we discovered last time we were here. Maybe you can find something here."

"No...no...let's take a break..." Hogot Barton said while holding his waist and breathing heavily.

He is not a member of the Black Flag crew, but an archaeologist who is acquainted with Roton.

This time, his position in the team was the same as Peroz's, responsible for exploring the history of the island and protecting the rest of the team from touching any evil things that would cause any terrible curses.

Finks originally didn't want to bring him along, but invited him over at Peroz's strong request. Until now, Peroz still had doubts about whether his trip would yield the desired results.

"Professor, we don't have much time." Finks said sullenly.

"I know..it's just..."

Hogot is definitely not a pretentious or spoiled person. As a well-known "archaeologist", he has also experienced many wonderful adventures.

But this time...

They are too anxious.

During an adventure, it is a taboo to rush forward without adjusting your state.

Especially in this dangerous place, having just experienced the "Thunder Sea", Hogot thought that they should at least rest for a while so that they could better face the unknown situation on the island.

"You should know that in this situation, it's always best to listen to the experienced." Finks stopped and said with a serious face.

Hogot wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

"If my baby gets hurt because of this, I'll be the first to publish the news."

Finks and Peroz looked at each other.

Even if your baby is not damaged, you are still the first author.

Here, except for you, no one else wants to tell others what is going on here, and no one wants to reveal an unknown history to everyone...

On the east side of the Jevils Island, in a village made of houses made of various garbage, an evil ritual is being held.

There was a big pot on top of the bonfire, and a person was tied to the pot.

"Holy Father... please don't... I also believe in the Pale God... please don't give up on me..." The man felt the burning heat on his back and looked at the middle-aged man with a bronze mask floating in front of him with a pleading face.

"Abara, how could I give up on you?" A soft voice came from the mouth of the "Holy Father".