The huge and ancient "three-masted sailboat" soaked in the ocean breaks through the constraints of the seabed and drifts on the sea again.

This ghost ship full of death, the crew's unjust souls sang the joyful song of seeing the sun again, but it sounded like a scream of a ghost crying and howling.

The surface of the hull of the ship was filled with countless barnacles, just like a crust-like eye on the hull.

The statue outside the captain's room on the deck depicts the hideousness of countless evil ghosts in the ocean.

In the sixteenth century when sailing was well developed, if a sailor asked what was the most beautiful thing on the boat, he would tell you without hesitation that it was the "head image".

People fix the totem and statues of gods on the bow, hoping that the gods can bless the smooth sailing. In the minds of sailors, the bow image is the symbol of a ship, the soul of a ship, and it is also the embodiment of the fighting will.

It generally has animal images, god images, etc. It is an object with prayer and blessings and iconic things, just like the statue of a god worshipped at home.

Navigators believe that the bow image can bless the safety of ships and sailors, intimidate the devils, monsters or enemies in the ocean, or bring good luck to themselves.

But on this ancient ship, the bow statue does not have the ability to be a sea demon, but the bow statue itself is an ugly demon.

Her image is like a human-like upper body, while the lower body is the snake's tail of a sea snake.

She also had six long arms, each with a weapon.

The skin on the upper body was filled with scales, and her female appearance was not beautiful, but she looked like a hideous squid girl, with her mouth wide open and exposed fangs like a tiger shark.

The man who had summoned the Dutch flying man was walking on the deck under a black robe.

This lonely ghost ship is like waiting for review by senior officials.

The man stretched out his hands full of fish scales and pushed open the heavy door of the captain's room. The two doors also featured ferocious and terrifying portraits of marine demons.

The captain's room was very empty. On the high chair behind the captain's desk, a wreckage that corrodes the sea water was tied to the chair by heavy iron chains.

A gilded dagger was inserted into the chest of the wreckage. The dagger had the inscription of the cross on the handle, and an ice-blue gem behind it.

"How long have you been trapped in the sea and not free? David Jones?" the man murmured to himself, and he reached out to hold the golden handle and pulled the dagger out of it.

The hot pain made the man very difficult, and he pulled out the dagger and threw it aside.

The holy power on this dagger is like adding a drop of hot oil to the water for his fallen species of Sequence 3!

The skin on the surface of the palm of the hand is burnt.

"Hiss..." He took a breath and stood up again

The ancient obscure mantra was chanted from the other party's mouth, and the sky outside became even more gloomy.

The waves on the sea are even more crazy.

It's like the obsession of the wronged souls coming from all over the world, and it's all in the captain's room of this ghost ship.

"We are all believers of God the Father... children of God the Father... You will help me complete our mission with your arms."

He then took out a black heart from his arms and placed it in the wreckage ventricle.

He cut his wrist and let the dark green blood drop on the black heart.

"Bang! Bang!" What's terrifying is that the black heart began to beat after touching the contaminated blood.

The wreckage's chest began to fluctuate rhythmically, and the skeleton was like a stretching exercise just after waking up.

"Ah...kkakkakkakka!"

David Jones was finally resurrected two hundred years after his death.

His body slowly struggled to stand up from the chair, and the bones all over his body made a crackling sound, which sounded extremely harsh.

The beating of the black heart began to become more violent.

A dark green blood column erupted from the mouth of the blood vessels in the heart.

The blood wet the bones of the remains, and finally wrapped David Jones's bones.

It was not until David Jones was soaked in the plasma that he slowly crawled out of it.

The other party did not look like a normal person at all, but instead had an octopus face.

Originally the place where the beard was, moving octopus tentacles grew.

The other party's hands were the crab's huge pincers and the hands with fish scales.

"I remember you... Edmund... I thought you died two hundred years ago?" David Jones's voice was particularly vicissitudes, and he sounded like an elderly and kind captain.

Edmund lifted the hood on his head, revealing the face of a sea snake.

"In fact, it should be four hundred years. Captain David Jones, you have been dead for more than two hundred years. The world has changed a lot. I was just released from prison, but fortunately you are resurrected again.

Even in the colonies, I can hear your soul's wailing in this distant sea, praising Father Leviathan."

David Jones opened his mouth, and he repeated the words praising God the Father, but then touched the position of his heart, staring at Edmund with a burning look, "Here... the power here does not belong to God the Father, this is another force.

And when it began to blend with the power from God the Father, I became another more vague existence... How did you raise me in a way... Domination of death is not the power of God the Father."

Edmund opened his mouth and smiled, "A huge price, the evil thing I got from the Four Holy Churches."

"The Four Holy Churches? Those who believe in the Four Knights of Apocalypse? Now the Year of Apocalypse is coming?"

David Jones left the captain's room and came to the deck. Since he was wiped out by the people of the Holy See, his angry soul has been trapped in the seabed and unable to rest.

Now that I feel the freedom of life again, all of this is simply the most beautiful moment in the world.

David Jones then returned to the captain's room, and he endured the pain in his hands and placed the dagger that killed him in a box.

"The person who killed me... left this damn dagger on my body, and my soul was tortured by this dagger day and night!" David Jones said angrily.

Edmund said to him, "You need to recruit crew members now! And I have to say that such ghost ship styles are too backward in this era! I have seen large ships made of steel in the ports of metropolitan cities!

Such a ship is dozens of times larger than a flying Dutch!”

David Jones was stunned for a moment, and then disbelieved, "Nonsense! How could steel sail on the sea? It would sink into the sea."

"I didn't lie. I saw tall buildings standing in that city. At night, I seemed to be standing among the stars, and I saw a giant-level ship in the port... Tsk tsk, it was like a small island moving on the sea!"

David Jones was stunned, saying, "If this era really changes so much, then I can consider changing a ship, I can transplant the flying Dutch people to any ship, and I have to recruit a group of crew!"

"What's the name of that kind of ship that looks like an island? I'm so excited that I want to grab it!"
Chapter completed!