Nurturing Ambition, Black Knight Modification!

An hour later, on the edge of the deserted island.

If it was just hearsay before, then seeing the small boat's hull covered in filth and blood made everything certain.

The strong, rusty, bloody smell, so potent it sent chills down everyone's spines, made every Navy officer present grip their weapons tighter.

Besides grief.

There was more anger!

"Captain!"

Three warships circled the island before Vice Captain Jordi came onto the deck, standing at attention and saluting. "No trace of Lowett has been found. He must have escaped into the forest."

The small boat is here; Lowett can't have gone far.

Unless...

He was prepared and had a spare boat.

However, that would only solidify his guilt... After all, it's known that the direction of escape for the criminal who assassinated the Princess of the Kingdom of Goa is this way.

"Hmm, I understand."

Hearing this, Morgan, his expression solemn, showed no outward emotion, but the bulging veins on the back of his hand proved his inner turmoil.

I must kill him!

The beast within Morgan roared madly, its chains dragging with a creak.

And Kuro too!

These are the only two factors that could bring about his downfall!

And the only two key points that could absolve him and prevent punishment from the Navy!

He thought of the thrill of giving orders in his office, of the awe the lower-ranking soldiers had for him, of how he himself once looked up to Skinner with that same gaze...

"Never!"

BOOM!!

The chains snapped, the trapped beast broke free, a lion baring its fangs and lunging forward.

Morgan's killing intent surged, and he commanded.

"Land and search!"

"..."

Vice Captain Jordi was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Understood!"

The traces of battle on the beach were so obvious, so clear, that Jordi immediately thought of a cat's claws the moment he saw them.

The life and death of two prime targets were unknown, and even knowing the danger, Morgan would never give up.

"Well, I'll just be in command."

With a wave of his hand, the prepared soldiers dropped anchor, kicking up white spray on the sea's surface, and began to cautiously land and search.

But to everyone's disappointment and even terror, the forest floor was covered in blood, yet no bodies could be seen.

When the soldiers who had set out from both sides met in the center of the forest, they noticed the look of horror in each other's eyes.

Weird, too weird!

The amount of blood had already stained the bushes a seductive crimson, but let alone corpses, they couldn't even find a single severed limb.

Only the weapons left around the bloodstains and the inexplicably sticky internal organs they stepped on proved that some unknown terror had occurred here.

"Could it be that some other passing pirates killed them?"

Noticing Morgan's dark expression, Vice Captain Jordi cautiously speculated.

Through the footprints, it was almost certain that two groups had clashed here. One group, unsurprisingly, was Kuro's Black Cat Pirates, but the other... left no trace.

Not just Lowett.

There were other beings in this forest at the time!

And quite a few of them, too.

It would be best if they were ambushed by someone passing by, leading to the annihilation of both sides, but without bodies, the fate of the two remained unknown, and no conclusion could be drawn.

Consequently, Morgan had to notify his superiors and await their judgment.

"Perhaps... I could also take that position."

A glint flashed in Vice Captain Jordi's eyes. Noticing Morgan looking over, he quickly lowered his head.

After a long silence, Morgan suddenly turned and swung his axe at a tree trunk, splitting a waist-thick tree in half.

RUMBLE!

Amidst the dust, Morgan gritted his teeth and said.

"Let's go, we need to complete the escort mission first!"

Since no one could be found on the island, where did Lowett go?

The answer wasn't complicated.

"Phew, that was a close one."

The waves crashed against the hull, making the wooden schooner creak and groan.

The "Hundred Plans - Black Cat" drifted aimlessly on the East Blue Sea. The black cat figurehead stared blankly ahead with vacant eyes, just like its new master, with nothing to do.

Having the undead control the sails and rudder, Lowett lay on a beach chair, sunbathing under the moon, waiting for his mental energy to recover.

In his battle with Kuro, the most crucial magic wasn't just Crimson Fury, but also the two Bone Magic: Bone Fang Sword spells.

It was the brute force suppression under the Crimson Fury buff, combined with the surprise attack of the Bone Fang Sword, that heavily wounded Kuro, ultimately leading to his kill.

Coupled with the repeated use of Blood Needle Technique, Blood Coagulation Technique, and Skeleton Revival, Lowett's mental energy was completely depleted after the battle.

He certainly couldn't stay on the deserted island and be surrounded by Morgan's army.

Thus, he utilized the "Hundred Plans - Black Cat," which Kuro and the others were on.

Zango knew that if he escaped, Kuro would definitely pursue him. To trap Kuro on the island, tampering with the pirate ship was inevitable.

Damaging the ship wouldn't work; it would take too much time and wouldn't easily escape the crew's notice.

So, Zango chose to stack explosives in an inconspicuous cabin, using a timed device to detonate them.

This was what Lowett marveled at.

When he arrived, the detonator was only three ticks away from explosion – three seconds!

If he had sat on the beach a moment longer...

This ship would have exploded into the most dazzling star in the twilight.

At that point, relying on a single lifeboat would have truly meant an uncertain fate.

The speed of a warship was always faster than a manually operated small boat.

But there are no "ifs," he arrived, and thus he was safe.

Raising his wine glass, Lowett smiled faintly at the moon.

"Cheers!"

Then he opened his mouth and gulped down the soul sphere soaking inside, mixed with the wine.

The undead black ship drinks souls under the moon.

Lowett savored the exhilaration of surviving a great battle.

"Hiss... ha!"

There was no rule stating how "Soul Devour" had to be performed. Necromancers used their unique understanding of souls to strip away their outer shells and then integrate them into their own souls.

It was soul devouring soul.

When soul strength was insufficient, "sipping" was the best way to control the amount consumed at once. But the current Lowett didn't need to be so stingy.

Bang! Bang!

The expanding sensation from his soul quickened Lowett's heartbeat. He closed his eyes, feeling the cool, pure energy disperse into the hot, stinging depths of his soul.

Through the perspective of his soul sea, some fine mirror-like dust particles were attracted by the light emitted from the sphere and slowly merged into it.

The quantity was small, but it was indeed gradually recovering.

Refilling his wine glass, Lowett slightly shook his wrist. His eyes, hidden by his hair, were deep and serene.

"I thought killing Kuro and seizing the ship would easily get me away from pursuit... I didn't expect you to give me such a surprise, Zango."

Honestly, Lowett had almost not escaped. He wouldn't forget this "favor."

"Then I shall look forward to it! I look forward to seeing what wonderful taste the souls of hope and despair will have when you discover Kuro is gone, but I am alive."

Lowett did not leave any clear evidence that he had killed the Great Pirate Kuro.

Because it wasn't enough.

Not enough fear, not enough vanished people!

He needed more corpses, more fear.

His achievements would not be forgotten. Where the missing bodies went, if the answer wasn't found in a day, no one would ever be at ease.

And time would slowly ferment this fear, constantly accumulating in the hearts of the world's people, and then he would reveal everything. At that time...

The impact of hitting rock bottom and bouncing back would engrave his name into the depths of everyone's hearts!

As a Necromancer, not playing with people's hearts was undoubtedly unqualified.

"At that time, I will also have made an outstanding contribution to the cause of peace in the East Blue..."

With a light chuckle, Lowett looked behind him.

Two Zombie Puppets dragged a corpse each by the feet, then lifted them and dropped them in the center of a circle drawn with blood.

Kuro did not die with his eyes wide open in regret, because he knew he hadn't lost unfairly.

Failing to see through the enemy's trap and being killed was something only a reckless fool would feel aggrieved about.

Smart people know this is simply a matter of disparity.

"However, now it's time to deal with the real business!"

A stream of blood was drawn out, transforming into a surgical knife that floated beside him. Lowett pushed back the stray hairs on his forehead, struggling to tie his severed arm with bandages.

Then, he stepped into the magic circle and lit the six soul lamps, shaped like human heads, arranged around him.

An evil, foul aura spread wildly, carrying the hissing whispers of lost souls, terrifying the marine life, which fled in droves.

Looking at the corpse at his feet, Lowett's expression was solemn and reverent, like a doctor rather than a Necromancer.

"I wonder how much it can be modified. With so many souls and bodies, the passing grade... should be guaranteed, right?"

With that, the blood surgical knife shaved off a patch of hair from Kuro's head. Lowett's eyes were serious.

"Black Knight Modification, attempt number 329,451, commencing!"

Recently, there have been two things that have made the Great Tree sigh. One is the world of Mo Beasts.

All the BL are fives?

Fine!

They just go black-hearted without warning?

Screenwriter, come out and face me... What? My last online time was 27 days ago?

Never mind then.

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