Pirates: I, who cultivated phantom beasts, made myself emperor

Somewhere in the New World.

In the morning light, white mist filled the sea, and the visibility in the air became very low.

Faintly, a ship can be seen sailing quietly on the sea.

The redforth, a huge two-masted pirate ship, was slowly sliding on the water.

Dispel the fog and break the water surface.

It left a long and spreading track on the calm sea.

There was laughter and laughter on the boat, and the atmosphere was peaceful.

There were people drinking and dancing early in the morning, and there were no other people eating breakfast except the red-haired man and the fat man chewing the chicken legs.

They drank a lot last night and were lying on the deck, salivating.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

A white beam of light fell from the sky, and Cheng Cheng was teleported directly into the air.

Fortunately, Cheng Cheng calmed down quickly this time. He was not as embarrassed as when he was teleported into the air for the first time. He tapped his toes lightly, stepped on the air a few times with moon steps, and his figure returned to stability.

"Brother System, can you please stop doing this next time? Wouldn't it be better to find a safe place to land?" Cheng Cheng complained helplessly.

[Uncle, I am random and cannot control the teleportation location. 】

"Alright alright."

Cheng Cheng nodded, but then thought about it, it seemed that it wouldn't work if he teleported directly to the Red-haired Pirates' Red Foss.

In this case, will he be hacked to death by the red-haired sword?

Cheng Cheng looked around, seeing nothing but white mist, but he knew he must be not far from the Red Foss.

Slowly closing his eyes, the domineering force of the sight and sound spread rapidly like an invisible barrier, instantly covering the 3000-meter-wide sea area.

Suddenly, in Cheng Cheng's dark sea of ​​consciousness, more than a dozen red light spots appeared, all gathered together densely.

Among them, there was a red light spot that shone brightest, like a bright sun in the sky, similar to what Long felt at the Revolutionary Army base that day.

right here!found it!

Cheng Cheng smiled slightly and flew forward on moon steps.

On the Red Firth, Beckman sat on the mast high up and smoked with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a wine bottle in his left hand and shaking a flintlock rifle in his right hand.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked somewhere in the white mist ahead.

Then he looked at the red-haired man who was still eating bread quietly. Seeing that he was motionless, Beckman took a sip of wine and closed his eyes again.

The other people on the boat were all laughing, singing and dancing, paying no attention to the sudden strange smell.

Cheng Cheng flew through the air on moon steps, leaving a faint spatial ripple in the air every time he tipped his toes.

Soon, he saw a giant pirate ship through the white mist. On the white main sail, there was a white skull with two swords stuck in it. The left eye of the skull was penetrated by a red slash. .

On the red bow pillar at the front of the pirate ship, the carved red animal head reveals its ferocious fangs, which adds a lot of coercion to the pirate ship.

Cheng Cheng recognized it immediately. This was the Red Foss of the Red-haired Pirates.

Look at the Red Foss a hundred meters away. The red hair is on it at the moment. Whether he can change the future destiny of this world depends on whether he can succeed today.

He took a deep breath to quickly calm down his nervously beating heart.

After all, if you are not careful about what you are going to do next, you may die here. It will probably be difficult to escape. After all, this is the red-haired pirate group, one of the four emperors.

He continued to walk forward in the air, and 20 meters away from the Red Foss, an invisible pressure suddenly enveloped him.

Danger!

This was a strong dangerous aura, enough to threaten his life.

Beckman, who was sitting high on the mast, took a puff of cigarette and rotated the flintlock rifle in his hand. He looked at the white-haired young man not far away and said: "My friend, what can I do for you? If you go any further, , I won’t be polite.”

The other people on the Red Foss were drinking when they should be drinking, and dancing when they were supposed to. The fat man gnawing on the chicken drumsticks was eating a lot while chatting and farting with other people around him. I don’t know what he said. It made those around him laugh.

Except for Beckman, everyone seemed to have never seen Cheng Cheng and completely regarded Cheng Cheng as an empty person.

The red-haired man was staring at a glass of red wine in a daze, not looking at Cheng Cheng at all. It seemed that to him, the glass of red wine in front of him meant the whole world.

Cheng Cheng stopped and hung in the air. As expected, he didn't move forward. He didn't come here to fight.

He did not answer Beckman in a hurry, but glanced at everyone on the ship, and soon saw a middle-aged man with blood-red hair on the table in the middle of the deck.

Cheng Cheng was sure almost immediately that he was the red-haired Shanks!

He is the person he is looking for this time.

The red-haired man who was in a daze at this time seemed to feel Cheng Cheng's gaze and turned his head towards Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath again and said loudly: "My name is Cheng Cheng, and today I'm here to help the red hair regain his arm."

As soon as the faint words fell, it was like thunder on the ground.

The originally lively atmosphere on the Red Foss suddenly became silent.

The atmosphere was eerily silent.

White fog filled the sea, and the sky and earth were silent. Only the sound of the Red Foss gliding across the water could be heard, and the occasional call of seagulls in the distance.

Everyone on the Red Voss seemed to be petrified by the Empress for a moment, and stood still.

Those who were lying asleep on the deck suddenly opened their eyes in unison, their pupils dilated, and they tried hard to recall every word they had just heard.

The fat man was tearing a big piece of bone and meat in his mouth. His fingers suddenly became weak and the big bone fell from his hand to the deck with a dull sound.

The fat man's eyes wearing small sunglasses slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the person who was speaking.

The sniper rifle that Jesus had kept with him all year round was shaking because of the trembling of his arm.

This is an absolutely fatal mistake for an excellent sniper, let alone Jesus Bu, who is already at the ceiling of his sniper ability. For him, this is simply impossible.

The red-haired man who was staring at the red wine glass finally raised his gaze and looked at the white-haired boy suspended in the air.

Beckman, who was on the mast, took a deep drag on the cigarette, threw away the cigarette in his hand, narrowed his sharp eyes, suddenly raised his flintlock rifle and said coldly to the white-haired boy who was uttering wild words.

"Young man, you must be responsible for what you say, do you understand?"