The island that had appeared in the mist clearly had no dock. Like the Black Pearl, the Scylla had no choice but to drop anchor more than a hundred meters from shore and use small boats to reach the island.
A ten-man team of Blood Servants was selected. Their physiques and resistance surpassed those of ordinary people; in terms of physical ability, they were already comparable to Low Sequence Beyonders. Though they lacked all manner of miraculous spell-like abilities, they were more than adequate for testing the waters.
Under the Sanguines' control, the Blood Servants retained their memories and rationality as pirates, but had no ability to resist. They boarded the first small boat, landed on the reef-strewn island, and began walking toward the conspicuous tower.
"That lady seems to have already landed on the island. Should we take the chance to seize the Black Pearl?" While everyone was focused on the Blood Servant team that had landed, Marshall suddenly uttered a line that was very much in the style of a pirate.
He was immediately met with a chorus of disdainful looks.
They were not looking down on his character.
They were looking down on his intelligence.
The target was right in front of them. Were they supposed to steal the Black Pearl, sail back the way they came, then return again a few months later? And even if they really wanted to steal it, could the Storm Church possibly outdo the Sanguines and MI9?
As Marshall stood there awkwardly, Russ suddenly frowned.
"The Blood Servants under my control have vanished."
"Oh, mine are still..." Cosmi was about to say something when his expression changed as well. "The ones under my control have vanished too. But it doesn't seem like they died. It feels more like they were suddenly