<h4>Chapter 495: Hair of the deceased</h4>


    Trantor: Trantion Nation Editor: Trantion Nation


    As the saying goes, all is revealed once a connoisseur judges.


    Upon observing how cksail moved in the water, Sheyan understood he wasn’t simply bragging.


    Biting a pitch-ck knife in his mouth, cksail quickly swarm to Sheyan’s side before maintaining a vignt protection.


    The pitch-ck seawater stretched out endlessly, appearing like the bottomless abyss; hidden beneath, were countless untold perils.


    Treading along the water surface, Sheyan took a deep breath before diving towards the bottom of the ship; while borrowing the incandescence of the torches above.


    Within the deeper regions of the sea, he could discern numerous smooth ck chains coiling together, stretching towards the ship’s bow in concentrated interwoven fashion. Indeed, this was the culprit hindering their voyage.


    Sheyan directly swam towards those ck chains with bold audacity. As he approached, he inspected them while borrowing the incandescence from above.


    How could this be a ck chain? It was probably a vegetation of the sea that had woven together densely; like the braids of a young maiden.


    These chains indeed appeared like drenched hair of the deceased; resembling chopped kelps that hadn’t been dried by the sun. They dispersed an extremely pungent odour, leaving one nauseating.


    Sheyan reached out his hand, as a dreadfully chilling yet durable sticity lingered around his hand.


    "This seems like something I’ve seen before." Sheyan suddenly recalled his maiden voyage in the present world. Sailing across the antic ocean for the first time, they had coincidentally passed through the widely acimed and enigmatic Bermuda Triangle. That time, their captain had deviated from their route to receive his secret smuggling goods, and headed westward along the Gulf of Mexico.


    This was a sea route few ships had travelled on. Sheyan themselves didn’t encounter anything strange; only an impressive spectacle, and that was a ‘grasnd’ on the ocean.


    The depth of the sea was over 4,000 metres, without a single ind in sight. Yet at that particr region, it was thriving with luscious rootless green water nts - Sargassum, a grand prairie of it; driven by the ocean current and sea breeze.


    Those floating sargassum resembled an expansive olive rug, stretching into the vast distant. The quantity of Sargassum was simply innumerable, epassing over hundreds of square kilometres.


    Right now, theserge ck chains appeared analogous to those Sargassum he encountered of the real world. Except, the current was tens of folds amplified that of the former! This was possibly a rtive vegetation of the Sargassum, but in the caribbean sea world.


    They had propagated in bulk throughout the season here, like female and male ‘nts’ interlocked and jamming up the voyaging path. Hence, though such scene appeared strange, breaking it would make it worthless.


    At this moment, cksail had swam over. Simrly, he sampled touching those ‘Sargassum’, before he shrugged his shoulders.


    Although his bodynguage revealed his reluctance, he still gripped his biting knife, and swept forth horizontally. The knife he held was terribly sharp, and he sliced it into two.


    Yet the strangest thing happened.


    The severed opening of the sargassum started releasing pulses of mild ck fluids; swiftly fumigating into the seawater like fumes. Instantaneously, the surrounding sargassum speedily gathered and wrapped around cksail.


    Wrapped inside the chains, One-eyed cksail’s body was utterly bundled. Although he retained some strength to wrestle free, it was a case of shredding but never ending. The more he tore apart, the more he felt the tendency of these vile chains to bundle around him.


    Sheyan was about to reach out in aid, yet cksail immediately beckoned him not to; waving for Sheyan to swim away.


    Then, Sheyan watched on as this understated but knowledgeable pirate unhurriedly released his the grip of his knife shaft. From within his hands, tiny egg sized granules wafted out.


    These eggs swiftly adhered onto the surface of these enormous sargassum, before theymenced incubating; rapidly forming into ping pong size ck beetles.


    These beetles had springy long legs, and moved carefreely inside the water. Then, they began nibbling onto these sargassum; just like silkworms gnawing on leaves, their appetites were amazing.


    In no time, the surrounding enormous sargassum were clean chewed away.


    Witnessing such a scene, Sheyan faintly nodded; enlightened that cksail was indeed a talent. It seemed like his methods skewed towards witchcraft of the Voodoo cult. If he could exercise this subordinate, it could possibly ovee the deficiency of his party’sck of a mage contestant.


    But at this moment, Mogensha suddenly yelled frantically into the party channel.


    "Boss! Hurry back up the ship, what are you doing down there? Arge dude has seemingly appeared!"


    While Brother ck yelled, he targeted and volleyed a re shell into the distant water.


    Instantly, Sheyan and cksail could behold an astounding mass of sargassums afar, where a massive shadow was rapidly encroaching in. Countless bubbles were wrapped around that shadow, as it released an impression of a dark gloomy cloud bearing through the sky.


    Furthermore, the shadow was seemingly gradually dissolving like ink, with unceasing fluctuations epassing its body!


    All of a sudden, cksail’s eyes popped widely. Noticing his reaction, it seemed like he recognized that thing.


    Immediately, Sheyan gestured fiercely towards him to return to the ship. When the two popped out of the water surface, cksail urgently called.


    "Careful, that be a Chupacabra!!"


    Sheyan was intrigued.


    "What is that?"


    cksail gravely replied.


    "A massive sea beast that drifts between the edge of life and death. It be said, the Chupacabra’s appearance represents a tremendous catastrophe. Cap’n, this hair of the deceased be guarded by the Chupacabra, we shouldn’t risk incurring its wrath by forcefully pressin’ forward."


    "This the conclusion of me understandin’ from the stories me heard. The Chupacabra really enjoys the fruits of this hair of the deceased, while the hair of the deceased requires at most half a day to bear fruit. Putting it bluntly, this monster be leavin’ in six hours. Then, we can boldly proceed to chop away the hair of the deceased to pass through."


    "6 hours……" Sheyan contemted a little, and immediately voiced into the party channel.


    "This should be a triggering prerequisite of a hidden mission! There must be an event urring in Tortuga port now, if we can rush there immediately, we can barge into the main course! On the contrary, reaching within this mission’s designated time will merely leave us with soup to drink."


    Thinking in such a manner, Sheyan immediately roared to the deck from the water surface.


    "Is anyone capable of telling me, the recent juicy affairs of Tortuga port?"


    Instantly, a shout emerged from the lively discussions of the pirates.


    "Cap’n, didn’t yer heard? This few days be the gypsy fest of Tortuga. Those nomadic gypsies are floggin’ towards Tortuga and taking up residence temporarily. They be purchasin’ special divination materials of the seas, before continue their wandering."


    Sheyan’s eyes flickered before he earnestlymanded.


    "Carry on speaking."


    Ol’Seadog then shouted to Sheyan.


    "Let me recall. The gypsy festivalsts for a total of twelve days, with today coincidentally being the twelfth day. All gypsies would absolutely not stay longer than those few days, because the thirteenth be the satanic day of impurity. Therefore before the mornin’ sun rises tomorrow, the gypsies be leavin’ before this. Thirteen is the vilest number deeply rooted in their souls."


    At this moment, the Chupacabra had neared and Mogensha had already begun taking aim.


    Instead, cksail cried loudly.


    "Don’t! You mustn’t enrage it!"


    Brother ck didn’t reply, but instead transmitted a list of information to Sheyan.


    [ Chupacabra (tier-3 legendary creature) ]


    [ Length: 17.33 m ]


    [ Weight: 14 ton ]


    [ Strength: 35 points ]


    [ Agility: 8 points ]


    [ Physique: 10 points ]


    [ Perceptive sense: 1 point ]


    [ Charm: 1 point ]


    [ Intelligence: 20 points ]


    [ Spirit: 15 points ]


    [ Sea creature ]


    [ Tier-3 legendary creature ability: Parasitic Algae Armour - grants additional 40,000 HP, and receives an algae bubble shield. ]


    [ Note: Algae bubble shield can refract light rays, causing deviation in opponent’s line of sight. It was hard to capture its true body, and lowers uracy of opponent by 10%. Explosive strike rate of user declines by 10%. Algae bubble shield possessed 1000 HP, and will resurface after 180 seconds of being popped. ]


    [ Creature special ability: Tail Swipes - Upsurges towering waves against enemies or ships. This ability deals 100% additional damage to ships. ]


    [ Creature special ability: Devour - once activated, will deal a fixed amount of damage to contestants. Possibility of dealing an instant death to other small size creatures. ]


    [ Creature special ability: ??? ]


    [ Creature special ability: ??? ]


    [ Description: This is an incredibly powerful legendary creature. If you intend to agitate it, then understand the feeling of being eaten. ]


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    When Sheyan noticed the words ‘tier-3 legendary creature’, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief; even if this fiend battles in its homeground, its evaluation would merely raise by a tier. At most, it can count as a tier-4 legendary creature……


    No doubt prior to this, Sheyan and buddies had indeed encountered too many other legendary creatures!


    Ocean-freak Moria, Balrog, Thanator; they had even seen peak legendary individuals like Thanator Riders and the Great Leonopteryx. Yet they were all either defeated or ughtered by Sheyan’s influence!


    Hence, he couldn’t avoid feeling a mental dominance when facing a trifling tier-3 legendary creature.


    Sheyan pondered briefly; feeling that though they were on board a ship, they still had an abundance of trump cards. Thus, he nodded.


    With his ‘SN-9 Wasp’ pistol in hand, Brother ck pressed his trigger.


    PA PA PA! 3 bullets shot out before he immediately swapped to his AK and unleashed crazily.