Pirate Bay, several sunken ships released a large amount of blood.

Under the moonlight, the black sea became even darker.

The strong smell of blood made people nauseous, this was a feast of death.

Tens of thousands of souls who died tragically uncontrollably poured into Pirate Bay, and a giant tree that absorbed the flesh and blood of a large number of dead bodies rose up, like a blood-colored coral tree dozens of meters high.

The death atmosphere on the sea was as strong as the Shura Hell.

But on the island, it was a scene of vibrant life. Influenced by the Mother Tree of Desire, the surrounding vegetation grew rapidly, but quickly withered, one after another, as if all the nutrients were being fed back to the Mother Tree of Desire.

In the presence of the Mother Tree, all nutrients were used by it.

On the Death's Call, in the captain's room, the corrupted tree trunk was spewing intense spores.

The large pink spores were like solid walls. Although they permeated the air, each fine particle was a huge obstacle, giving people a heavy and sluggish feeling.

Green Dash's aura was shining all over, the strength of the Four Black Swordsmen in the sequence, plus the suppression of the demi-god personality, made it impossible for the continuously surging spores to approach him. But he couldn't get close to Nicholas Close, the blood viscountess who had successfully opened the ritual and ascended to become the inheritor of the Mother Tree of Desire.

"You can't kill me, go run away with your tail between your legs."

The blood viscountess Nicholas Close sneered.

Green Dash remained unmoved.

He drew out two long swords, as if waiting for a certain moment.

The door of the captain's room moved, and Green Dash immediately transmitted his voice:

"Don't come in!"

Outside the door, the remaining demi-gods of the Storm Church wisely chose to obey Green Dash's words.

"What's the situation inside?"

"The god child is about to be born, we can't stop it. Once the hull ruptures, the spreading spores will contaminate thousands of miles of sea." Green Dash quickly said to Posevila, the Sea King.

Posevila, dressed in a dark blue priest's robe, became solemn, and he asked:

"What do you need me to do?"

"Pass the information back to the Storm and Night Churches, and if necessary, request the intervention of the Saints."

While the two were communicating, a sharp laughter suddenly came from inside the room.

"It's too late. From the moment the ritual started, the entire sea area can no longer be detected by the outside world. After the god descent ritual has been disrupted so many times, what do you think the gods are?"

Posevila's face changed, and he reached out his hand, a small vortex spinning in his hand.

But as his spiritual power deepened, he discovered with a gloomy face that he could no longer communicate with the spirit world here.

He tried hard to recall where he was, but no matter what, he couldn't remember the name of this place.

In the Night Church, which always kept an eye on the Traveler's Scroll, the Night Watchers responsible for guarding and responding dared not slack off for a moment. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a strange sensation in his eyes.

It was an abnormal feeling of exhaustion.

"Maybe I've been staring at the map for too long and have been affected by the seal."

He rubbed his eyes, tears uncontrollably flowing from his tear glands.

When he opened his eyes, he looked blankly at the Traveler's Scroll, forgetting his own task.

And on the seal of the Traveler's Scroll, the position of the sea surface quietly changed.

The location with the three small characters "Pirate Bay" was silently covered, and it turned into a blue blank.

...

On the sea, the Black Tulip sailed on the sea. Their goal was to find supplies.

But when the helmsman followed the compass to the designated supply point, a strange storm suddenly blew on the sea.

"Captain, where are we going? I seem to have forgotten."

The first mate Leon heard the words of the old helmsman and joked:

"They say you're getting old, but you still refuse to admit it. We're going..."

His throat seemed to be blocked, and no matter what, he couldn't say the name of that place. In the end, he said:

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"Avoid the storm and head to Bayne Harbor, 540 nautical miles away!"

Then, the assistant shouted loudly:

"Steer, furl the sails, prepare to avoid the storm and head to Bayne Harbor!"

Pirate Bay, completely forgotten by the world.

It was like a sunken ancient land, disappearing into the long river of history, an ordinary small island.

...

And at this moment, in the captain's room of the Death's Call.

Green Dash, the Black Swordsman, had a heavy expression.

He slowly drew out his twin swords and said solemnly:

"I represent the Night, and I shall pass judgment."

Inside the pink mist, the light suddenly dimmed a lot.

Nicholas Close, the blood viscountess immersed in the blood container, smiled and said:

"How will you pass judgment?"

"With what will you pass judgment?!"

She murmured softly, looking at her abdomen with gentle eyes, as if speaking to the child in her belly:

"Kill them all. The black crows outside are all gifts for your birth."

Above the bay, the burning ships suddenly began to tremble.

The sea of blood boiled like boiling water, bubbling with bubbles.

Covered in blood, the Night Watchers who were waiting in the harbor were on high alert.

Almost at the same time, Aisha Trelis with Crimson Fang, Hussein Gustav with the Black Staff, and Leonardo Glope with the Sword of the Goddess all drew their weapons.

"All Night Watchers, prepare for battle!"

Leonardo Glope drew the bone sword in her hand, and on the blade, stars seemed to be shining.

In the next second, countless sea monsters emerged from the sea.

Affected by the Mother Tree of Desire, the sea monsters had suffered a considerable degree of contamination.Some of them sprouted multiple tentacles.

Some seemed to have melted, with several monsters sticking together.

Some grew a crimson hard shell.

Across the entire coastline, more and more polluted monsters surged forward.

The members of the Night Squad who had just fought with the pirates were all more or less injured, but none of them retreated.

Elsa, the Crimson Fang, drew out two blood-red crescent-like curved blades, and she shouted loudly:

"Night Church, fight to the death!"

All the night watchers, holding various seals, roared in unison:

"Fight to the death!"

At this moment, Green Dash, the Black Swordsman who had been looking for an opportunity, drew two incredibly long holy swords from the rectangular scabbards on his sides.

And Nicholas Close, the Baroness of Blood, let out a painful groan.

Her stomach had swollen to three meters in size, her delicate white flesh stretched to the limit, like a blown bubble, revealing a curled-up baby girl.

No, it couldn't be called a baby.

Because its size had already exceeded that of the Baroness of Blood, Nicholas Close herself, and the umbilical cord was thicker than an arm!

The Black Swordsman, Green Dash, swung his sword.

The red spores instantly rubbed against the blade, making a harsh sound like the clashing of gold and iron.

Green Dash's face was expressionless, his twin swords swung rapidly, as if hacking through a thorny jungle made of steel, his swords swung faster and faster, and the threatened Fallen Tree spewed out a large amount of spores again.

Sparks flew in all directions.

Green Dash advanced inch by inch, his demi-god strength body cracked open at the tiger's mouth.

But he had no intention of stopping, staggering, moving, constantly approaching the Baroness of Blood, Nicholas Close.