Searching for the Blood God

In the Sonia Sea, in a natural harbor on an island.

Several armored ships were anchored in the harbor. The Sailor were either washing the decks and maintaining the cannons on the ships, or tidying up the camp and collecting materials on the shore. Everyone had something to do, and they appeared busy but not chaotic.

A jet-black flag stood atop their mast, and a bloodstained skull gazed down at everything around it with empty eye sockets.

One of the Four Kings of the Sea, the pirate crew of the "King of Blood"!

Has anyone seen Anderson?

"Sailor Wolf Gout asked, frowning."

He walked around the deck, and the Sailor he asked all said they didn't know.

Where did that guy run off to again?!

Wolf complained, "The situation is so tense right now, and the captain isn't here, yet he, as the first mate, is still so lazy and lazy..."

"The first mate has gone deeper into the island."

A Sailor shouted from the camp below, "I saw him! He was with his squad!"

"So they led a team into the island, probably to hunt and replenish their food supplies. Honestly, they didn't even say anything before leaving."

A sound... Wolf felt slightly relieved after hearing this, then suddenly realized a crucial point, "Wait, you mean, he took all thirty of them with him?"

"That's right."

The Sailor replied, somewhat puzzled by Wolf's attitude.

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Wolf took a deep breath, and his expression became extremely interesting.

There's no need to bring so many people on an island like this. Anderson isn't really going to hunt; he's more likely going to advance to Sequence 4!

Long before, he had organized his own 30-person team. Others might not have known why, but "Sea Serpent" Wolf keenly sensed something unusual and guessed that it was not just a passing interest, but most likely related to his promotion.

"Boom!"

As if confirming his guess, a surge of Spirituality suddenly emanated from the depths of the island.

Everyone looked on in surprise and saw many birds flapping their wings and flying away from the dense forest.

The Spirituality energy grew stronger and stronger, slowly spreading to the shore.

Everyone heard a rhythmic "thump-thump" sound, like a heartbeat, or the drumbeat of war. In this place filled with...

Amidst the rhythmic sounds, everyone's emotions became restless and their desire for battle surged rapidly.

"Anderson... he actually..."

Even though he had anticipated it, Wolf's heart still pounded when the moment actually arrived.

A second Demigod is about to emerge from their Fleet!?

"What happens?"

"There are extraordinary creatures on the island!"

"Get into formation quickly!!"

This powerful Spirituality energy caused the Sailor to shout and run across the camp and decks, quickly preparing for battle.

"Everyone, please calm down."

Wolf raised his voice and shouted, "This isn't the enemy, it's the First Officer being promoted to Sequence 4..."

He tried to Soothing everyone down and stabilize their emotions.

Everyone looked towards the depths of the island, awaiting the final outcome.

The powerful Spirituality fluctuations persisted for a while, eventually subsiding and disappearing. This is a good thing, indicating a successful advancement.

Yes. Because if the advancement fails, the out-of-control Monster will not voluntarily restrain its Spirituality; it will only act recklessly based on its instincts.

"Look, those are the first mate and his men!"

Before long, sharp-eyed Sailor spotted figures at the edge of the jungle. Anderson led his thirty-man squad, smugly approaching. His smile was still as infuriating as ever, but his every move seemed to carry a new, chilling aura of iron and blood.

"That's fantastic, First Mate!"

"He's actually become Demigod! No wonder he's the first mate!"

The Sailor cheered and rushed forward, surrounding Anderson in celebration. He accepted with a grin, walking back to camp like a victorious general.

"First Mate, congratulations on your promotion."

Half envious and half annoyed, Wolf stepped forward to offer his congratulations. The gap between his opponent's strength and his own had widened further, and even if he felt some dissatisfaction, he couldn't easily express it.

Anderson smiled and glanced at him.

"I thought you were going to ask me why I didn't tell you beforehand about the Ritual?"

"I wouldn't dare question a Demigod."

Wolf answered honestly.

Promotion is of utmost importance to exceptional individuals, and it's perfectly normal for them to be unwilling to reveal it to others beforehand.

Anderson's smile widened at the sight. Advancing to Sequence 4 and becoming Demigod was a qualitative leap compared to before. His current strength far surpassed that of the Pirate Admiral, elevating him to a different level of existence!

I now have a voice in these Five Seas!

His heart was filled with lofty ambitions; he gazed confidently at the boundless Sea, ready to make a difference.

Just then, Anderson noticed that a black dot seemed to appear at the edge of the sea.

The black dot rapidly grew larger, as if the distance between the two places had been altered, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in the harbor. It was a huge black sailing ship, and a handsome man in a blood-red robe stood on the bow. His aura was heavy and terrifying, like Abyss constructed of Flesh.

Captain!?

And with such terrifying Spirituality... he advanced to Sequence 3?

Anderson's eyebrows twitched, then he looked up at the black-haired, blue-eyed youth, revealing a fawning smile, "Captain... you're back?"

Bayam, the "Generous City".

Two things.

Cardinal of Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Rorsted Sea, Senior Deacon "The Mandated Punishers," "Sea King" Yann Kottman spoke in a deep voice. His eyes were deep blue, and his hair was the same color. Moreover, the strands of his hair were slightly strange, twice as thick as normal people's, and upon closer inspection, they looked like small worms or Tentacle.

However, none of the Church members present dared to look up and examine the details of this sea Tyrant's hair. His majesty spread rampantly at every moment, like a cruel and cold Storm, devoid of any mercy.

They trembled under such oppressive pressure, like victims praying for divine salvation in a storm.

Alger Will was among them, his head bowed, seemingly Listening obediently to the Senior Deacon's words.

"First, the Feysac people's North Sea Fleet is heading south to contest ownership of the islands with Loen. We need more military force to deal with them."

Kottman said, "You are chosen by the Church and will be promoted on the spot..."

They've arrived.

Alger thought to himself, "The Church is using them as cannon fodder to fill the gaps in the battlefield. But this is also an opportunity."

Normally, they wouldn't give promotions so easily.

I will seize every opportunity to climb upwards...

He said to himself, and then heard "Sea King" say the second thing.

"Also, has any of you ever heard of the name 'God of Blood and Shadows'?"