"At that time, I was thinking about gathering my strength and then going to see my old lover, but unfortunately, I was tricked..."

"The ten-year agreement and rules... the timing is just too coincidental..."

Davy Jones, my love! The witch's face, which was originally filled with resentment and anger, gradually softened, and a sense of gentleness and longing slowly emerged on her face.

Maybe she is still thinking about breaking free and meeting her old lover.

This is a bad fate......

Taylor shook his head imperceptibly, then pointed his finger, and the witch suddenly froze in place. She felt as if the air around her had come alive, transforming into transparent ropes that completely bound her to the spot.

"What are you doing?!"

There was a flash of disbelief in the witch's eyes. She didn't expect this guy to actually attack her. She had already behaved very submissively.

What does this dragon want to do? Doesn't it know the world's ill will towards them?

"Although it's a pig-raising system of belief in God, you're still a good material. And there's one thing I want to know is how you extracted those souls and let that guy Davy Jones be in charge of navigation."

The witch's face was ugly, but in a situation where the enemy was strong and she was weak, even though she was once the goddess of the sea, she could do nothing. She gritted her teeth and said, "After the death of those main gods, the authority they stole from this world also completely disappeared. At that time, the sea was full of undead souls. In order to further gain faith, I stole the authority of the god of death that had not yet completely disappeared. I placed that part of the authority of the god of death in the northernmost demon prison of this world to attract souls."

"However, the souls that are attracted by the partial authority of the God of Death are only ordinary souls. If the strength is too strong, the soul will not be subject to such constraints."

You're smart.

The authority of this world, even a part of it, has a lot to offer.

In fact, in this pirate world, as well as in another Marvel world, there are many ways to manipulate souls. The wizards' think tanks also have many sorcery techniques for extracting soul essence or accommodating a large number of souls.

However, this kind of witchcraft cannot be obtained without certain permissions in the think tank. In order to prevent some wizards from going astray in order to collect souls on a large scale, the top leaders of the White Tower Alliance keep a strict eye on the think tank's knowledge of souls.

Master Ancient One at Kamar-Taj has sealed up his soul-related spells, so Taylor couldn't ask for them rashly.

Moreover, there is not much value in forcibly condensing the souls of ordinary people or souls that have not reached the level of first-level extraordinary creatures. Even the devils in hell would disdain it.

The soul of a first-level extraordinary creature can be used as a universal equivalent currency in infinite planes, because the soul of this creature has undergone a transformation and has a very high value.

This kind of forcibly condensed ordinary soul essence will only be useful for extending life or strengthening the soul, or for soul-based witchcraft such as using unorthodox methods or using puppets to awaken the soul. The former unorthodox methods will cause a large number of distracting thoughts to appear in the wizard's spiritual space and cut off the possibility of the wizard making further progress.

Soul-based witchcraft has not been used for a long time, because this kind of witchcraft consumes too much of the soul and is too biased. No wizard has studied soul-based witchcraft for many years.

Taylor needs these ordinary soul essences in order to further open up the wisdom of the Achilles warriors. As long as he has enough Achilles warriors with independent consciousness, self-judgment ability and rich combat experience, the base will be larger and it will be more convenient to invade the plane. It is not good to always follow the large army.

Taylor snapped his fingers, and Hawks behind him picked up the witch like a chicken.

He has now decided that the next step is to go to the Demon Prison. Instead of letting the large number of sea souls accumulated there slowly dissipate, it would be better for him to take them out and refine them to contribute to his future warriors.

Moreover, he is not like a demon or devil who just stuffs everything into his stomach without distinguishing between good and bad. He will make appropriate selection. After all, he does not have many Achilles warriors on hand, so it is enough to pick out the souls of the pirates and those who have committed heinous crimes.

What he wants is authority.

As long as he could study and analyze some of the remaining authority in this world, he would be able to collect souls by himself.

Jack and Barbossa watched the scenes unfold the whole time. Barbossa looked nonchalant and even spent most of the time teasing the monkey on his shoulder.

But Jack was different. His eyes widened. He didn't expect that the witch he was so afraid of, the sealed sea goddess, would be so vulnerable in front of this monster. He was even holding the other party in his hand like a chicken.

"What a terrifying monster."

Jack frowned, his unruly temperament disappeared completely at this moment. He clenched his right fist and rubbed his left hand on his right fist, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Pah! " Barbosa, who was standing by, reached out and pressed Jack's shoulder, saying with a smile.

"If you want to join the master's army now, I think there is still time, but this time you will become my first mate."

Jack, Jack, I didn't expect you to be shocked one day! Barbossa was extremely pleased with Jack's shocked look just now. Since they met, this damn shemale-like captain has been acting unruly every day, as if he knows everything about the sea. Now he finally met someone he can't handle, right? "Really?"

Jack moved Barbossa's hand aside with a look of disgust, then curled his lips and squinted his eyes, expressing an extremely disdainful look and said.

"I am Jack Sparrow, the only great pirate left in the entire ocean. My name will go down in history. It will be your honor to work under me."

I told you you were fat and you gasped. It’s an honor. No matter how honored I am, can it compare to my new master?

The two men bickered with each other and followed Taylor while arguing. They still walked like they did when they came, stepping on the calm sea surface, looking at the flowing water below, as if walking on a mirror, and walked step by step to the Black Pearl docked outside the island.

The waves were rolling, the sun was shining, and the gentle sea breeze blew up the black sails. The black sails of the black ship were raised again, and the Statue of Liberty pointed to the north. This time, the legendary Black Pearl pointed to the deep-sea hell that terrified all those who made a living on the sea.

After randomly finding a single room under the deck and throwing the sealed sea goddess in, Taylor returned to the captain's room. From among a number of sophisticated and complex magic auxiliary research props that were enchanted with various powers and witchcraft runes, Taylor took out a dried wooden eyeball and a silver coin that looked like a pendant.

"It's a token that carries aura and a bit of power. It looks really ordinary."

(End of this chapter)