However, suddenly, his figure disappeared from the spot, like a flash of light and shadow, instantly traversing the deck of the pirate ship, silently appearing in the area where several pirate leaders were located.
His movements were light and silent, leaving no trace, not even stirring a ripple.
At this moment, some pirates on the ship suddenly became alert, feeling an invisible pressure enveloping the entire ship.
The expressions of the crowd became increasingly tense, and for some reason, a sense of unease quietly gathered like dark clouds.
"Alert!"
One of the pirates shouted loudly, his eyes fixed on the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
The pirates drew their weapons one after another, nervously locking their gazes on the mysterious person.
However, the vigilance and fear in their eyes seemed futile, as the person in front of them just smiled indifferently, with a hint of mockery on his lips.
"Overestimating yourselves."
He moved his lips slightly, letting out a soft laugh, his voice calm, yet carrying an unquestionable pressure.
"If I wanted to, all of you would already be dead."
He said it casually, but the composure and coldness made the pirates' spines tingle, as if some kind of deadly power was hidden in his relaxed tone.
The surrounding pirates looked at each other, almost unable to believe their ears.
This suddenly appearing stranger was so confident, even unreservedly revealing his awe-inspiring aura.
He gently waved his hand, his movements elegant and composed.
"I don't intend to attack."
His gaze was as cold as ice, but he still maintained a peaceful tone.
"I'm here to help you."
He smiled slightly, his tone carrying disdain, as if he disdained associating with these pirates, but decided to help them for some purpose.
"My name is Shamlock, a member of the Divine Knights."
He stated his identity, his voice without the slightest fluctuation, as if stating a simple fact.
At this time, the pirates finally recovered from their shock.
Several pirates whispered to each other, obviously they were no strangers to this name, but they couldn't quite understand it.
Divine Knights?
That name was as mythical and mysterious as myths in the memories of many pirates, and there were even rumors that they were not real pirates, but a group of strong people opposed to the World Government.
However, they knew that the man in front of them was not an ordinary enemy, and his aura made them dare not act rashly.
"Divine Knights?"
A pirate asked doubtfully, obviously he was full of doubts about this name.
"Aren't you…"
"I know you have questions."
Shamlock's tone was relaxed, as if he had foreseen all of this.
"But whether you believe it or not, I can guarantee one thing,"
A cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his tone became steady and majestic.
"The predicament you are in now can only be reversed by relying on me."
He paused slightly, his eyes sweeping over the surrounding pirates.
"I can help you tear open a path to survival."
His tone was extremely calm, but every word was full of pressure.
The pirates' gazes gradually became complicated, and they became more interested in Shamlock's identity, and some even began to be less vigilant, perhaps because of that trust, or perhaps because of his chilling confidence.
However, the first mate still did not completely let down his guard. After pondering for a moment, he finally spoke:
"What do you want to do? Help us fight back against the New Navy?"
His tone was tentative and suspicious, but there was also a hint of anticipation.
Shamlock's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled softly:
"Help you fight back?
No, just give you a chance to live.
Who do you think you are facing?
The real war has just begun."
"......"
"If you want to live, work hard."
Shamlock stood by the ship's rail, with his back to the pirates who had fallen into chaos.
His eyes were still as calm as water, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
The surrounding sea breeze blew his black robe, and the slender corners of the robe swayed gently in the wind, his figure seemed to blend into the surrounding sea.
"These people…"
Shamlock slightly curled the corner of his mouth, a hint of disdainful smile appeared on his lips.
His eyes swept over these pirates, without the slightest tension or threat.
He knew that these people in front of him—the great pirates, may have once dominated certain sea areas, but compared to him, they were nothing but weeds.
His right hand unconsciously tapped the wooden railing next to him, making a "dong dong" echo.
The rhythm was not urgent, as if waiting for something.
"These people, added together, are not enough for me to kill alone."
He murmured softly, his voice low, but clearly reaching the ears of the surrounding pirates.
That tone, indifferent and with unquestionable confidence.
The pirates looked at each other, obviously unable to understand why Shamlock looked down on them so much, and some even subconsciously touched the weapons in their hands, their hearts full of doubts and unease.
Despite this, Shamlock didn't make any movement, his eyes still calmly watching the dark sea in front of him.
He understood that these pirates could not bring him a challenge, and the real opponent had not yet appeared.
He slowly turned around, facing these pirate leaders, the composure and indifference were like a layer of cold fog enveloping him.
"Do you think you have a chance to turn the tables?"
His tone carried a hint of contempt, but there was a thorough insight in his eyes.
"My existence is your last hope."
He did not directly provoke, but let the words fall, as if waiting for the other party to react.
The pirates' faces were a little ugly. Although Shamlock's words were full of provocation, no one dared to refute immediately, because they could feel the pressure from the depths of their bones—a kind of aura that made people breathless.
However, Shamlock was not in a hurry to act.
He turned around and looked at the distant horizon, his eyes deep, as if penetrating this dark sea.
He was waiting, waiting for those he trusted, that "help" that could truly bring them victory.
......
A series of rapid calculations and reasoning flashed through Shamlock's mind.
His eyes were still fixed on the distant sea, his eyes seemed to see a figure he was looking forward to.
"They are not enough."
He calculated silently in his heart.
He knew very well that whether it was the New Navy or the Pirate Alliance, these people in front of him were not opponents worthy of his personal action.
He was just picking a few to fight and kill, and obviously it would not fundamentally change the situation.
He had already seen through the weaknesses and disadvantages of these pirates—they only chased immediate interests, but were unable to cross the insurmountable gap in their hearts.
The New Navy was completely different. Although their combat power should not be underestimated, what made Shamlock more vigilant was that they lacked the decisiveness and vision like him. If they did not rely on external forces, they would not be able to shake the foundation of the Pirate Alliance.
He had already seen this situation clearly.
His gaze turned to the small group of seemingly silent pirate leaders behind him, his eyes still indifferent.
"Do you think you can rely on your own strength to make a comeback?"
He sneered in his heart, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
"It's just a dream."
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