Chapter 112 The Devil's Maw Island

The ship slowly sailed into the waters where the Devil's Maw Island was located.

The island, once covered in a purple mist and of unknown size, had now fallen apart.

From afar, one could see fragments of earth of varying sizes, dotted across the sea surface, exposed to the light of the blood moon.

"Captain, the terrain ahead is too complex. We can't go any further," the lookout shouted to Blackbeard as the Queen Anne's Revenge slowed down after lowering its sails, approaching the island fragments.

Blackbeard's response was decisive. Upon hearing this, he issued a command without hesitation: "Drop anchor."

...

After all, this was a festival mode with rewards, and the difficulty faced by the players was vastly different from when they first entered the "Team Nightmare" instance.

The last time Feng Bujue and Honghu came to the Devil's Maw Island, their levels were only slightly higher than Snow's current level, and their combat power was clearly inferior to the high-level NPCs on the island. Moreover, the island's airspace was completely covered by a poisonous purple mist, which not only restricted the players' aerial capabilities but also added a debuff that "highly restored uncomfortable physical sensations (such as hunger, thirst, fatigue, pain, etc.), causing a sharp decline in various stats if not alleviated." To make matters worse, the system constantly issued phased tasks that, if not completed, would result in immediate elimination.

But this time landing on the island... the situation was very different.

Not to mention how much Feng Bujue and Honghu's combat power had increased, or how much trouble the disappearance of the poisonous mist would save everyone, the most crucial point was that the entire Blackbeard Pirates were now allied with the players.

To put it bluntly, Feng Bujue and the others had an entire ship of powerful cannon fodder to utilize.

"Garlic, Godfrey, Marty." As soon as the ship was steady, Blackbeard glanced at the deck from the helm and ordered the three men, "The three of you will lead ten men to scout ahead."

"Aye, Captain." Garlic responded without hesitation to the captain's order. He immediately gave Godfrey and Marty, who was beside him, a look (it was only now that the players learned that the hairy guy's name was Marty). The two understood and immediately took action...

The three of them were very efficient in handling various tasks. In less than three minutes, Garlic and Godfrey had prepared a small boat for landing, while Marty was responsible for selecting ten sailors with relatively little seniority on the ship from the crowd.

After all thirteen men boarded the boat, the pirates on the deck used a zip line to smoothly lower the small boat, which was fixed to the side of the Queen Anne's Revenge, onto the sea surface.

Splash—

As soon as the small boat hit the water, twelve people, including Godfrey and Marty, picked up their oars and began to row forward.

"Row slowly, watch out for the water." Garlic was the only one who wasn't rowing, but his task was more demanding. At this moment, he was holding a skull-shaped lantern in his hand, sitting at the bow of the boat, closely watching for any movements ahead.

In this area full of reefs, using a small boat powered by oars was relatively safe, and there was basically no need to worry about running aground. Of course, Garlic wasn't worried about running aground, but about something else...

...

"Gentlemen." After sending out the scouting party, Blackbeard came to the three players and said to them, "There are some things I can tell you now."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue immediately felt that there was more to this, "From the sound of it... these things... weren't convenient to say before."

"That's right." Blackbeard replied expressionlessly, "Because after hearing them, you might regret cooperating with me or take the opportunity to bargain with me."

"Hmm..." Honghu also analyzed some information from the other party's words and immediately added, "So... at this moment, we don't even have room to bargain?"

"Heh..." Blackbeard laughed, a laugh that revealed the pirate's inherent baseness and faithlessness, "That kind of 'room' never existed. If you think it does, it must be because I deliberately made you feel that way for some purpose..."

"Alright~ I didn't expect you to be too trustworthy anyway." Feng Bujue shrugged indifferently and muttered, "Tell me... what is it?"

"The story goes back a few months..." Blackbeard continued, "At that time, I had just returned to this ship. To make the next journey more efficient, I sent out a scout with special abilities... and his main task was to help me inquire about the whereabouts of my old crew members in the main universe and confirm whether the locations where I had hidden my treasures had changed."

"Let me guess..." Feng Bujue said, "Is your scout a dancing shadow person?"

As soon as these words came out, Blackbeard's eyes changed slightly, but he quickly concealed his emotions and sneered, "Heh... you know a lot."

"Not much, continue." Feng Bujue's tone was still relaxed, giving people a sense of inscrutability.

"Long story short..." Blackbeard didn't want to reveal too much information to them. He only said two sentences before resorting to the "long story short" phrase, "The last time [Shadow of the Dance] brought me a message was when he came to this Devil's Maw Island."

As Blackbeard spoke, he reached into the pocket of his captain's coat and took out a silver conch, larger than an ordinary mug, "This is the 'Mind Conch' he used to send me messages. You can touch it."

"Touch?" Snow immediately looked suspicious, because his first reaction when he saw the item was that it should be a device similar to a tape recorder, and only needed to be "listened" to.

But... Blackbeard told them to touch it.

"Yes, touch it with your hands." Blackbeard turned his gaze to Snow and replied.

Seeing this, the three players immediately exchanged glances and reached a consensus. They almost simultaneously placed their hands on the silver conch...

In that instant, a chaotic stream of information flooded into their minds like electricity.

[Phantom Demon Church... Guardian... River of Time... Lost power...]

[Derivative... Summoning... Four Gods... Revenge...]

This content was neither "sound" nor "image," it was purely "information," as if someone had directly transferred a portion of their memory into your brain.

"Whoa~" Snow's mental strength was relatively weak. After receiving the information from the "Mind Conch," he couldn't help but stagger a few steps and almost fell.

Feng Bujue and Honghu were still able to stand firm, but they didn't keep their hands on the conch for too long, because they already vaguely felt that this thing had the characteristics of a "spiritual intrusion item."

"How long ago was the last time Shadow of the Dance gave you a message?" After a few seconds, Feng Bujue looked at Blackbeard and asked a more constructive question.

But Blackbeard's answer was, "Long enough... long enough that I no longer expect to see him again..."