sitting quietly on a beach under a clear, cloudless blue sky. There was no breeze blowing across the sea. Behind the beach was a vast white desert. From the top of the desert, towards Looking down, there is no trace of life anymore, only a pure and silent white.
When you zoom in closer, you can see a group of strange people walking on the white desert. This group consists of a young man with golden vertical eyes floating in mid-air, and a man who is completely black, wearing dirty braids, and wearing simple clothes. It consists of a woman, two slutty pirates and four heavily armored warriors.
Did those white stone crabs carry the Black Pearl so far?
Looking at the endless white desert, Taylor could not find any signs of life even if he completely let go of his spiritual perception. Now there are not even white stones, let alone the flat mirror-like white where the white stone crabs are located. Wasteland.
The group of them had been traveling nonstop for three days and three nights. If it hadn't been for Taylor's witchcraft, Jack, Barbossa and the Ocean Goddess would have been exhausted.
But now looking at their bloodshot eyes, white lips, and collective gloomy mental state is enough to show that their situation is very bad now.
Jack moved forward step by step. Now he looked like a zombie. Barbossa was no better in a shed. The little monkey wearing a plaid shirt on his shoulders has long lost its previous lively spirit and has become like a puddle of mud, hanging gently on Barbosa's neck.
The goddess of the sea received some preferential treatment from Taylor because of her unique specimen characteristics and research value, but she may not want such preferential treatment, because she was being carried with her clothes on the back by an Achilles warrior like a baby. Carrying it in front of me like a cat.
This is already the greatest preferential treatment that Taylor can give. After all, it is an alien race, an inhuman race. Except for a certain pirate with a heavy mouth, no one can look at such a weird alien with a mouth like a turbine.
At some point, there was a very gorgeous flying carpet under Taylor's buttocks, woven with a variety of different silk threads, spider silk, silk, etc. There were also hot tea drinks, cups and a few books on the blanket. It looked like It's like traveling.
Hawks still followed Taylor silently with his three subordinates. They had steel-like puppet bodies and could not feel tiredness, pain and other senses at all.
They have no feeling at all for such an extremely harsh and boring white desert.
"Ha~~~~Ha~~~~Ha~~~~"
Jack felt that he had lost control of his limbs now, but there was an inexplicable force in his body that drove him forward little by little. .
He was like a clockwork machine, without any senses, just moving forward mechanically.
How much longer? Where on earth is this devil taking me? Isn't it enough to bring you to such a desperate situation and want to torture me to death?
Jack was wailing in his heart. He really didn't understand why the other party brought him here.
Barbossa said nothing. Since he had made a decision, he would not regret it. Faced with such a desperate situation, as long as his master was still alive, he did not need to panic, because he firmly believed that his master would not give up on him.
Sitting on the flying carpet and sipping a sip of hot tea, Taylor felt calm. The climate here was very good, but the environment was a bit harsh. He had plenty of time to search for the authority of the God of Death here.
In fact, when Taylor knew that the power of the God of Death was the key to this devil's prison, he had a vague idea. I am afraid that those stone-like crabs are the manifestation of the power of the God of Death. Otherwise, how could a power that pulls the soul and represents death come into being? Allow living creatures to exist, and those living creatures are somewhat spiritual.
After mentally scanning the two pirates behind him, Taylor felt even more satisfied with Barbossa. Without comparison, he couldn't tell the difference.
Jack just made an information gap. People like him, to be honest, are too unique. If they weren't talented enough and resourceful enough, they would have been sunk into the sea long ago.
Barbossa is different. This guy is truly an old man, a veteran, and an old pirate. He knows how to size up the situation and how to give his soul and even loyalty at critical moments. He also has the gambling side of a pirate's nature. He gambles. By the way, I bet on myself.
If Taylor thinks from the perspective of a wizard's values, subordinates like Barbossa will undoubtedly deal with a lot of unnecessary things for him in the future, and they can also bring about some unexpected results at critical moments.
But for a person like Jack who can't hold back his heart, who can't even be loyal, and who can't create value for himself, then according to the wizard's laws, this kind of person can only be abandoned.
He took out a small basket of apples and a glass of ice water from the space storage ring and floated them directly to Barbosa. As Barbosa thanked him happily and devoutly, Taylor continued to move forward leisurely.
The goddess of the sea looked at Barbossa who was happily eating apples and drinking water, with a flash of envy in her eyes, but she now understood her status. I am afraid that this extremely weird dragon did not regard her as a god at all. , or treating her as food or some other weird thing.
As someone who had lived for such a long time and was once a god, she naturally didn't want to die like this. With the attitude of living one day at a time, she cooperated extremely well with Taylor. After all, there is no longer a demigod dragon in this world that can be killed. (Second-level life). Since you can't die from this trap, then just accept your fate.
This damn world is degenerating too fast. I'm afraid that when I get my power back, I will be dissolved by the rules.
For a world that is slowly eliminating all supernatural power, the goddess of the sea is about to explode.
Two weeks later
, after a group of people trekked tirelessly day and night, they finally arrived at an extremely smooth stone wasteland. There was a faint smell of death lingering here, as if the death silence of the entire world was shrouded here.
After arriving here, Taylor immediately opened his golden vertical pupils and spit out his extremely sensitive tongue to sense the elements here.
As expected, there is an extremely abundant amount of death element and a touch of water element here. These two elements are of extremely high essence.
They finally came to the place where the powers of death were scattered.
Their arrival seemed to have alerted a group of special life forms that had been living here. Soon, Taylor saw a large group of small white crabs shaped like white pebbles running towards him.
Crash la la la~~~~
Looking at the little white crabs rolling around and even running on top of his companions and pushing forward hard, Taylor slowly felt a little vigilant in his heart.
He only saw one at first, and then after that one woke up, he began to greet them in groups, and soon it turned into a large group. If you count them carefully, there may be no less than 3,000 people.
In the original book, these little crabs look extremely friendly and help transport the boat, but in fact, what is happening to these crabs is just speculation and conjecture.
"Alert!"
Taylor ordered, and an Achilles warrior instantly threw aside the Ocean Goddess in his hand and raised the flame bolter hanging on his waist with his backhand.
Ocean Goddess: ...The
Ocean Goddess rolled her eyes as she rolled around on the ground and turned a lot whiter.
After all, I am also a former sea god. Is it really appropriate for you to throw me to the ground like garbage?
(End of chapter)