Chapter 1 Until Caron struggled to his feet, the guy wielding the giant axe took a step out! The already dilapidated bulkhead immediately shattered and flew apart. It was a giant of a man wearing a black leather hood, standing at least two meters twenty in height. His hands were also covered in black leather gloves, and the exposed skin had clear stitching marks. Even more bizarrely, many sharp iron thorns, more than ten centimeters long and stained with blood, protruded from his body, looking as if something was parasitizing him, forcing these sharp pieces of metal out of his skin!

This giant roared like a beast from his throat, dragging the terrible weapon and pressing towards the pirates. It felt like his body was the shield, and the terrifying weapon was what was worth protecting. His body emanated a foul odor, like a corpse that had rotted and then been soaked in water. The stench was nauseating. A knowledgeable old pirate screamed in terror:

"A Corpse of Rotten Souls!!! It's a Corpse of Rotten Souls from the Voodoo Cult!"

The Voodoo Cult was the most famous evil cult among the Caribbean pirates. Blackbeard was proficient in its black magic. In *Pirates of the Caribbean 4*, his core members were all resurrected corpses. But the Corpse of Rotten Souls was another extremely evil existence, a monster created by cutting and splicing together the strongest organs from multiple corpses. Once created, it wouldn't last long in this world, but during its existence, it knew no fatigue or pain. Once it appeared, combined with the insidious and vicious spells of the Voodoo Cult black sorcerer controlling it, it would unleash a storm of death and bloodshed!

Two people followed behind the Corpse of Rotten Souls. The first to appear was a black old man with graying hair and beard, a buzz cut, a red cloth belt around his waist, and two winding snakes painted on his face with white powder. He walked in a very strange way, as if deliberately squatting in a horse stance as he stepped forward, appearing clumsy and strange. Next to him was a middle-aged man with a gray turban wrapped around his head, his face full of shrewdness. It was Gutaas, the captain of the ship appointed by Fernandez. He held a strangely shaped scimitar in his hand, and blew the whistle hanging on his chest, "Whistle whistle whistle". From the other passages in the room, a large number of fully armed sailors poured out, raising their weapons and shouting as they charged.

This was obviously a carefully arranged trap.

The great merchant Fernandez must have anticipated a boarding action with the pirates - because no pirate would be foolish enough to sink a merchant ship before looting it. So he had recruited several great voodoo sorcerers in advance, set up traps on the merchant ship, and made arrangements to ambush the enemy! But for Armand, this situation was still dangerous but not disastrous! Because he had thoroughly cleared the enemy on his way here, his retreat was not lost, which meant that he could retreat back to the Bell and Goblet at any time.

After all, Armand was also one of the future Pirate Lords of the Seven Seas. As long as he retreated back to the deck, he would immediately order his men to cut the ropes binding the two ships. Armand could immediately use his incredibly sharp captain's skill again, forcibly sailing away the highly maneuverable Bell and Goblet. There was no way this heavily damaged, clumsy merchant ship could catch up. At that time, across the vast sea, no matter how powerful the Corpse of Rotten Souls was, no matter how elite the enemy's sailors were, they would only be slowly played to death!

"Withdraw!" Armand ordered decisively, and the word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. As the saying goes, a defeated army is like a landslide. Pirates are also very experienced in running away. Although the casualties were relatively heavy, the price paid was acceptable. But when Armand ran to the deck, he saw the three lifeboats docking with the Bell and Goblet, and the regular navy of the Spanish Armada climbing up like ants. His whole body immediately turned cold! The enemy's plan was so vicious that they had completely cut off his retreat in advance!

"No! I have to go back to the Bell and Goblet immediately. Once those damned Spaniards seize control of the deck, I will surely die here today!" Armand, a veteran of hundreds of battles, made such a cold decision immediately.

He gestured to the wounded Boatswain Caron. Caron was stunned for a moment, his eyes immediately turned red, he let out a mad roar, turned around, and led a group of the most loyal elite pirates, screaming and blocking the cabin door, trying to prevent the terrifying Corpse of Rotten Souls from rushing out of the passage. Strictly speaking, they were completely filling the gap with their lives, buying valuable time for their captain!

But just as Armand strode towards his pirate ship with a gloomy face, a lithe figure suddenly leaped out of a porthole on the edge of the merchant ship's hull. It was Captain Gutaas, followed by several brave sailors with scimitars in their mouths, blocking Armand's way back! Gutaas put his left hand on his chest and bowed slightly with a gentlemanly demeanor, but his right hand gripped the hilt of the scimitar at his waist. This mere twenty meters seemed to become a terrible chasm that Armand could not cross in an instant!

"A very ingenious trap..." Fang Senyan leaned against the main mast, tilting his head and looking at the opposite merchant ship with a meaningful expression. "Using lifeboats to deliver a fatal blow, this kind of attack method is at least four centuries ahead in terms of tactical concepts. From this, it seems that there should also be contractors in this Spanish Armada, and this guy's status and prestige must be not low, so that he can implement his combat ideas so thoroughly. Armand ah Armand, you seem to be ambitious and have a good image, but in your bones, you can't get rid of the greedy nature of a pirate. This is the most fundamental reason why you were successfully schemed against."

"There are more of them than us." Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes slightly, but his gaze had already

swept past the Spanish Armada sailors who were preparing to board the ship seven or eight meters away, and then swept past the pirates on the deck who were pale and at a loss.

"Their weapons are more sophisticated than ours." Fang Senyan's gaze swept over the exquisite scabbards at the sailors' waists again, and then stopped on the hand of an old pirate next to him who was trembling with fear. He was holding a chipped kitchen knife, and his hand was still shaking.

"Their morale is stronger than ours." This could be confirmed from the sailors' loud shouts.

"But..."

"But they didn't bring any ranged weapons!"

"In such a storm, the waves that crash over from time to time can easily cover the sides of the lifeboats. Even if the matchlock guns that get soaked through are carried, they can't be fired! And the height difference between the lifeboat and the Bell and Goblet is nearly three meters! This means that they have to climb up with ropes or something to successfully board the ship!"

The Bell and Goblet's hull swayed slightly, and a Spanish lifeboat had already docked. In just a short moment, several grappling hooks had been thrown onto the side of the ship and firmly secured, and then several tall and strong sailors had climbed up nimbly.

At this time, Fang Senyan had already walked with a sneer to the edge where the Spanish sailors were boarding. His calmness and composure formed a sharp contrast to the surrounding chaotic and terrified pirates. Fang Senyan casually picked up a heavy axe. This two-handed axe was used during boarding actions to deeply chop into the enemy ship's planks, and then tie a cable to the end to fix it. It weighed at least nearly a hundred kilograms, and Fang Senyan, with his 11 points of strength, barely lifted it with one hand and placed it on his shoulder. Although it couldn't be compared with the monster Corpse of Rotten Souls, it could successfully attract the attention of the pirates on the deck.

At this time, two Spanish sailors had already climbed up the hanging grappling hooks! Fang Senyan suddenly spun around in place, roared loudly, and the giant axe, weighing nearly a hundred kilograms, swept across with a muffled whistling sound. The two sailors had just stepped onto the side of the ship and hadn't gained a firm foothold when they were suddenly attacked so fiercely. They didn't even make a sound before they were swept away, dragging out long screams in the air as they splashed into the turbulent sea with a "plop"! It was obvious that their chances of survival were slim!

Immediately afterwards, several other Spanish sailors who had successfully boarded the ship surrounded him, drawing their cutlasses and chopping down viciously at the same time. Blood splattered, and five or six long wounds with翻卷 red flesh appeared on Fang Senyan's body! Blood gushed out like a spring, and in the blink of an eye, half of his body was stained red. But the heavy axe, held by Fang Senyan with both hands, once again swept around with a huge whooshing sound, shattering the wooden planks and stirring up dust and debris wherever it passed. The few sailors were smashed out of the ship's side, flailing their hands and feet in the air, screaming miserably before falling into the water!

One against many, but a complete victory!

That kind of imposing manner was truly the madness of one man guarding the pass, and ten thousand men unable to open it!

And Fang Senyan didn't retreat even half a step!

For a time, the wind and clouds surged, the giant waves soared to the sky, and crashed heavily behind him, shattering into millions of pieces of jade! Fang Senyan stood巍然 on the side of the ship, ignoring the seven or eight bleeding wounds on his body, tore off his tattered shirt, held the half-damaged heavy axe in one hand, raised it into the air, and let out a crazy roar!

"You idiots!!"