Under the clear blue sky without a single cloud in sight, not a single breeze blew across the sea, but it just rested quietly on a stretch of beach. Behind the beach was a vast white desert. From the very top of the desert, looking down, one could no longer see a trace of life, only a pure and silent white.
If you zoom in, you can see a group of strange people walking in the white desert. This group consists of a young man with golden vertical pupils floating in the air, a woman dressed in black with dreadlocks and simple clothes, two ruffian pirates and four heavily armored warriors.
Did those white stone crabs carry the Black Pearl so far? Looking at the endless white desert, Taylor could not find any signs of life even if he fully released his spiritual perception. There were no white stones, let alone the smooth white wasteland like a mirror where the white stone crabs were.
They had been traveling for three days and three nights without sleep. If it weren't for Taylor's witchcraft, Jack, Barbossa and the sea goddess would have been exhausted long ago.
But now looking at their bloodshot eyes and white lips, as well as their collective gloomy mental state, is enough to show that their situation is very bad.
Jack moved forward step by step. Now he looked like a walking corpse. Barbosa was not much better. The little monkey in a plaid shirt on his shoulder had lost its former spirit and became like a puddle of mud, hanging lightly on Barbosa's neck.
The goddess of the sea received some preferential treatment from Taylor because of her unique specimen characteristics and research value, but she herself might not want such preferential treatment, because she was being carried in front by an Achilles warrior, holding her clothes from behind, like a kitten.
This was already the greatest privilege Taylor could give. After all, it was an alien race, a non-human race. Except for a certain pirate with an extremely heavy taste, no one would be interested in such a weird-looking alien with a turbine-like mouth.
At some point, a gorgeous flying carpet appeared under Taylor's butt. It was made of many different silk threads, spider silk, silk, etc. There were hot tea, cups and several books on the carpet. It looked like he was traveling.
Hawks still followed Taylor silently with his three subordinates. They had iron puppet bodies and could not feel tiredness, pain and other senses at all.
They had no feelings at all about this extremely harsh and boring white desert.
“Ha~~~~ha~~~~ha~~~~”
Jack felt that he had lost control of his limbs, but there was an inexplicable force in his body driving him to move forward little by little.
He was like a clockwork machine, without any senses, just moving forward mechanically.
How long will it take? Where on earth is this devil going to take me? Isn't it enough to torture me to death to bring me to this desperate situation?
Jack was wailing in his heart. He really didn't understand why the other party brought him here.
Barbossa said nothing. Since he had made the decision, he would not regret it. Facing such a desperate situation, as long as his master was still alive, he would not panic, because he firmly believed that his master would not give up on him.
Taylor, sitting on the flying carpet and sipping hot tea, felt calm. The climate here was very good, but the environment was a little bad. He had plenty of time to find the power of the god of death here.
In fact, when Taylor knew that the power of the god of death was the key to this hell, he had a vague idea that those stone-like crabs might be the manifestation of the power of the god of death. Otherwise, how could an authority that pulls souls and represents death allow the existence of living things, and those living things are even a little spiritual.
After scanning the two pirates behind with his mental power, Taylor became more satisfied with Barbosa in his heart. Without comparison, the gap cannot be seen.
Jack just made a mistake in getting information. To be honest, a person like him is too eccentric. If he didn't have enough ability and intelligence, he would have been sunk to the bottom of the sea long ago.
Barbossa is different. This guy is truly a veteran, a wily old pirate. He knows how to judge the situation and how to offer his soul and even loyalty at critical moments. He also has the gambling side of the pirate's nature. He gambled right and lost himself.
If Taylor thinks from the perspective of a wizard's values, subordinates like Barbossa will undoubtedly cause him to deal with many unnecessary things in the future, and may also bring some unexpected results at critical moments.
He took out a small basket of apples and a glass of ice water from the space storage ring and floated them directly in front of Barbossa. Amid Barbossa's joyful and extremely pious thanks, Taylor continued to move forward slowly.
The sea goddess looked at Barbossa happily eating an apple and drinking water with a hint of envy in her eyes, but she had now recognized her own status. She was afraid that this extremely strange dragon did not regard her as a god at all, or regarded her as food or some other strange thing.
As she had lived for such a long time and had once been a god, she naturally did not want to die in such a dismal way. With the attitude of living one day at a time, she cooperated with Taylor very well. After all, there was no place in the world that could kill a demigod dragon (a second-level life form). Since she could not kill it, she should just accept her fate.
This damn world is degenerating too quickly. I'm afraid that when I take back my power, I will be dissolved by the rules.
The Ocean Goddess' mentality is about to explode in the face of a world that is slowly eliminating all supernatural powers.
Two weeks later
Finally, after a long journey of perseverance and day and night, they finally came to an extremely smooth stone wasteland, where there was a faint smell of death, as if the deathly silence of the entire world was shrouded here.
After arriving here, Taylor immediately opened his golden vertical pupils and stuck out his extremely sensitive tongue to sense the elements here.
As expected, there is an extremely abundant death element and a faint trace of water element here, and these two elements are of extremely high nature.
They finally came to the place where the power of death was scattered.
Their arrival seemed to have alarmed a group of special life forms that had been living here. Soon, Taylor saw a large group of small white crabs shaped like white pebbles running towards him.
Clattery~~~~ Looking at the little white crabs rolling around and even running over their companions and trying to rush forward, Taylor slowly became a little alert.
He only saw one at first, and then after that one woke up, they began to greet him in groups, and soon they became a large group. If you count them carefully, there were probably no less than 3,000 of them.
In the original book, these little crabs look extremely friendly and help transport the boat, but what these crabs are actually like is just speculation and conjecture.
"alert!"
At Taylor's command, an Achilles warrior instantly threw the Sea Goddess in his hand aside and raised the Flame Bolter hanging on his waist.
Ocean Goddess: …………
The ocean goddess rolled on the ground and turned much paler, then rolled her eyes.
After all, I was once a sea god. Is it really appropriate for you to throw me to the ground like garbage?
(End of this chapter)