Chapter 76 2. Not the same kind of people
The Black Ark, the Pioneer of Despair, emerged from the underground sea.
A large amount of steam formed on the surface of the Boiling Sea, causing the temperature to rise rapidly, and the air became hot and humid.
Darkius felt only one thing: hot, very hot, incredibly hot, and humid. Luckily, he'd prepared a comprehensive travel guide before setting off. He'd changed into a very light, lightweight sea dragon Piketan. He'd pulled a chair from the cabin, propped his feet up on the balcony railing, and read. Catching an Infernal Dragon was nothing to him; he'd just watch and watch. He couldn't possibly be asked to roll up his sleeves and catch one. How could that be?
A few days later, Daquus moved a small table over, put some wine on it, and continued reading, enjoying the humid scenery of the west coast of Naggaroth.
On the fourth day, the Herald of Despair finally knocked down a wave of Hell Dragons, and the whaling operation began. In Daquus's opinion, the process of catching dragons was similar to that of whaling, the only difference was that the Hell Dragons could not be killed.
Daxus used a monocular to watch the Hell Dragon attacking the Pioneer of Despair. It did have a mouth full of sharp fangs, but they had no effect on the black ark made of marble. The longest Hell Dragon was only 30 meters long, and it could not climb onto the deck of the Pioneer of Despair.
The Druki crew didn't use spears, forks, or darts attached to ropes, nor did they use shooting or throwing to pierce the Hell Dragon's body. Instead, they used nets and barbed hunting nets to entangle the Hell Dragon. Using the deck crane, they pulled the trapped Hell Dragon onto the deck. The skilled beastmaster began to sympathize with the Hell Dragon and ferociously whipped it. If the Hell Dragon dared to open its mouth and bite, the beastmaster would accurately swing the dragon's tendon whip to the Hell Dragon's lips. As the whip struck the Hell Dragon's lips, Darkus grinned, clearly immersed in the role, having become the Hell Dragon himself.
There were only 6 hell dragons in this group. It took only half a day to catch them all on the deck, and then began the long domestication process. At night, when Dakuus was sleeping, he could hear the wailing of the hell dragons from time to time.
The taming process is like training an eagle. At fixed times, sailors will spray sea water on the hell dragon's body. When the hell dragon surrenders, the sailors and tamers will sew the Tower of Destruction and Plunder onto the hell dragon's back with the help of the sorceresses. The next task is simple. They will use magic and potions to make the hell dragon start hatching. The hatched hell dragon will also become a member of this tribe and contribute to Duruchi's war machine.
After spending a few days in the Boiling Sea, I discovered several waves of Hell Dragons. However, the difference between capturing Hell Dragons and Cold Lizards is that Hell Dragons only recognize the clan, while Cold Lizards only recognize the species.
After nearly a month of circling, the Herald of Despair still hadn't encountered a sea dragon. Even with its unique summoning methods, the Herald of Despair found nothing. This was understandable; the Black Ark would undoubtedly have black dragons, but not necessarily sea dragons. The Herald of Despair prepared to return to the Undersea. Using a crystal ball, it summoned the fleet of plunderers to rendezvous there and began its march toward Lustria.
The Herald of Despair entered the underground sea, and only the first section of the road was illuminated and guided by glowing crystals. This was thanks to the exploration of the earliest Black Ark Admiral Hag Graves, Caledor Magron. However, the admiral's Black Ark, Claw of Pain, capsized and sank near the coast of Cathay about 1,400 years ago due to the influence of a huge magical tide raised by Cathay.
Then, darkness descended. The voyage through the Undersea was uneventful, but halfway through, a fateful collision occurred.
The Herald of Despair began to prepare for battle. Daxus was also fully armed and looked at the Black Ark Tower of the Blessed Evil Party traveling in the opposite direction with a monocular. He saw Druch who was also observing with a telescope. Although he could not see the details of his face, that feeling rose in his heart again.
"Loxia, the Fallen Heart!"
One hundred years ago, Loxia's father was killed by a Khaine assassin. However, this wasn't an act of patricide. The Fallen Hearts were a long line of pirates, but like the Hellbane, they were one of the few Duruchi families to believe that blood is thicker than water. Loxia inherited the Tower of the Blessed Villain from his father. He suspected his father's lieutenants of betrayal; otherwise, how could the Khaine assassins have found the opportunity to strike? His first act upon inheriting the Tower was to sacrifice his father's lieutenants to Matheran, Lord of the Abyss.
Loxia seemed born for the sea, for plunder. Two raids within a century had made him the embodiment of death, the ultimate embodiment of piracy. He amassed a vast trove of loot, a wealth beyond measure, far greater than all his ancestors combined. The "Slave Gate" of Caronde Carr thus gained a greater treasure than ever before, both glittering goods and captured slaves, earning him the grudging respect and even trust of the powerful in Caronde Carr. But this was enough for him, for he cared little for politics or anything else except plunder, and what it brought him: the loyalty of his fellow pirates.
Although Loccia kept the best spoils for himself, his crew admired his generosity, a quality not often found in the Druchi. Furthermore, his bravery and fighting spirit were admirable—he was always on the front lines of battle, a trait not often associated with Admiral Druchi, as any mishap would make his days at sea numbered.
At this time, Locksia was not wearing the Kraken helmet. It would take 430 years for him to wear the octopus-faced helmet. Besides, if he were to wear it again, wouldn't Darkus have any face?
At this point, he hadn't yet acquired the red swords forged from the bloodsteel statue of the Indian god Gilgadresh, nor had he raided Tar Kanabui, the Asur dragonship station, reducing it to ruins overnight. Nor had he defeated Asuran's Sea Lord Aislinn. Dastan Coldeye also stood by Darkeus, and he hadn't sunk the Black Ark and sacrificed his entire family because of a failed bet.
However, there was no scene where the two black arks were stuck together, unable to move forward or backward, and one had to give way first. The underground sea was larger than expected, and the two black arks passed side by side, with the helmsmen carefully steering to prevent a collision and unnecessary conflict.
The Black Ark pirates, soldiers, sailors and sorceresses from both sides were facing each other and on guard on the deck. The war beasts were driven up and the Reaper crossbows were revealed from the waterproof tarpaulin.
"What a coincidence! Oh, it's fate~" Daxus hummed, and the Drukis around him didn't understand Chinese and looked at each other, thinking he was muttering something.
