Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 296: The Murderer in the Dream of Banyan Street
Byron had just repelled the Maywind on Gonave Island, piercing its heart with the [Guaranteed Gungnir].

It is very certain that it will not be easy for the octopus battleship that escaped to the deep sea to recuperate to come out and cause trouble again in a short time.

After asking the quasi-witch Violet, a humanoid radar, to conduct a reconnaissance and confirm that there was indeed no problem with the route.

He immediately took advantage of the fact that the Bantaan Islands were relatively calm during this period and others did not dare to go to sea at will during the shipping capacity vacuum period, and mobilized his company's merchant ships to grab a lot of inter-island shipping business.

The high freight charges earned were secondary. The West Wind Express Company, which was once a joke, was put on the fast track of development because of this.

Even if the shipping routes are restored in the future, the market share seized by Westwind Express cannot be easily returned.

Not only that, Miss [Mithril Dragon] Catherine also keenly seized greater business opportunities.

Relying on the first-hand information they had, and taking advantage of the spreading pessimism in major ports, they purchased many exhausted merchant ships and the cargoes on board in International Port and Royal Port at low prices.

It saved the lives of many ship owners and captains who were about to jump into the sea, as well as their families.

Soon after, the Pioneer Colonial Trading Company itself became one of the largest shipowners in the Hastings colonies and even in the entire Bantaan Islands!
He also proposed to re-employ those captains, which earned them endless gratitude.

During this period, all governor's offices gave the green light to these transaction procedures, demonstrating amazing efficiency and integrity.

The captains, who were already accustomed to the procrastination and corruption of colonial officials, almost doubted whether there was something wrong with their eyes.

At a time when the prophecy was no longer effective on the target, other competing countries thought that Byron was setting up bait at a loss in order to lure out the Maywind.

But little did she know that Miss Mithril Dragon had already made a fortune from the national crisis, and she could almost wake up laughing in her sleep when she counted her own little treasury and her brother's wife.

"After this battle, I have come to understand one of the principles of taking advantage of the ups and downs of the stock market to make profits.

If Pioneer Colonial Trading Company were packaged and listed, this large-scale acquisition of merchant ships would definitely be regarded as a "good guy", causing the stock price to plummet and a crazy sell-off.

As long as you make good use of first-hand intelligence, you can easily control the stock market in a reasonable and legal manner.

Those accounts that are at the end of information transmission and have delayed intelligence are the real leeks to be harvested.

It’s just me who wants to cut it or not, there is no one who can or cannot cut it! ”

Despite the misunderstanding, each country felt a sense of urgency and tried to resolve the blood disaster according to their own strengths.

The Grand Duchy of Courland, which is not among the six major maritime powers, is one of them.

Even if the first-tier exotic adventure ships on the front line were recalled, there would only be one exotic battleship that could reach the level of a fourth-tier battleship.

It is difficult to rely on this kind of military force to hunt down the notorious "May Wind".

However, because he had a third-level [Medium] of the Cemetery Sequence on hand, he set his sights on the black hand in the dream mentioned in the second point by the cardinal.

"Have all the natives on the island fallen asleep?"

"Reporting to the general, we have checked carefully and found that the tribe of hundreds of people have all fallen into a deep sleep.

Just as the intelligence showed, even if it was burned, it couldn't be awakened. It was 100% contaminated by those invasive marine species.

We calculated the time. They have only been asleep for half a day and are not in a deep dream yet. This is the safest time to enter their dreams."

In the eastern part of the Bantaan Islands, within the island chain on the edge of the Echidna Triangle and the Sea of ​​Monsters, there is a small island called Palm Land.

A rare warship [Sea Spider] and two cruisers belonging to the Grand Duchy of Courland dropped anchor, and teams of marines led by two mid-sequence transcendents filed ashore.

"General and this gentleman, please follow me."

A second-level black wizard wearing a black robe and with number tattoos on his face immediately came forward, and opened his mouth to reveal a mouth and tongue as black as a black mamba snake.

This turned out to be a member of the Black Tongue Brotherhood under Voodoo.

The few words exchanged between the two sides were enough to deduce what they were going to do.

——Artificial dreaming!
Although this palm island is located in the eastern region, the resources on the island are too scarce.

Apart from the relatively abundant animals in the tropical rainforest that could feed a hunting tribe, there was no gold, silver, or spices, and not even fertile soil for growing sugarcane.

Even its geographical location has nothing to do with major transportation routes.

Therefore, it became a useless place that even the colonists despised, and became a reservation area for the indigenous people to continue to survive.

But even so, he still couldn't escape the clutches of these outsiders.

At this time, even their least valuable lives can be put to use.

When the Grand Duchy of Courland tried to explore the secrets of dreams, it naturally became a guinea pig.

From the Virgin Strait not far from here, we collected mature barnacles that had grown to their limit and used them to poison the natives, causing them to fall into a shallow dream state, making it easier for the Principality's third-level psychics to observe them.

For example, the Black Tongue Brotherhood, which cooperates with the Grand Duchy, is the direct executor of this "Artificial Dream Project".

After successfully poisoning the island with the resurrected corpses that were not afraid of coral disease, hundreds of indigenous people on the island fell into a deep sleep overnight.

Successfully created a portal to the dreamland.

Soon, Major General [Knight Commander] Thompson of the Principality Army and Third-Level [Psychic] Adventure Captain Gilbert, led by the Second-Level Black Wizard Tiger, entered the indigenous tribe.

The exaggerated totem pole at the door had been chopped down by the dark wizards in advance.

Looking at the dim aura on it, one can tell that the guardian spirit inside is already in danger.

The three of them walked straight into the center of the tribe, into a spacious long house that originally belonged to the chief.

The clan leader and his family were lying in a mess on the ground.

The adults were obviously beast warriors, with the characteristics of tuna, pointed noses like spears, and their exposed skin was covered with dense barnacles.

“In theory, there is no intersection between the collective dreams of different species.

This time, through the transformation of human species by coral disease, the two collective dreams can be "boarded" like two large ships.

The longer they stay in the dream, the deeper and more dangerous the collective dream of marine life that these natives will touch will become.

For safety reasons, I will only take a short trip in the shallow layer this time. Regardless of whether I gain anything or not, I will return within half an hour. "

No time was wasted.

After the third-level [Medium] Gilbert explained his plan, he immediately took out the white crystal powder that best matched his dream from his pocket and drew a pentagram on the ground.

In the five corners, red, blue, yellow, green and black candles are placed, corresponding to fire, water, wind, earth and the fifth element spirit. This is the most commonly used anchoring ritual in all occult rituals, symbolizing the material world.

After lighting the candles, five bottles of plant essential oils with different symbolic meanings were taken out and a drop was dropped on the flames of the five ritual candles in turn.

Deer Hoof Grass symbolizes protection, healing, and exorcism; Wormwood symbolizes spiritual strength and protection; Sandalwood symbolizes protection, healing, exorcism, and spirituality;
Mugwort symbolizes psychic powers, precognitive dreams, and astral projection; calamus symbolizes the summoning of spirit beings.

call--!
A chilly wind mixed with the aroma of essential oils blew through the entire long house, and a hazy door to a dream opened.

[Medium] Gilbert held up a bone shepherd's flute and began to play.

As the sound of the shepherd's flute sounded, the spirituality in his body began to fluctuate violently, and soon three spirits emerged from his chest.

They were two burly knights in armor and a navigator carrying a whale oil lamp.

The temperature in the room continued to drop, and white mist could be seen between breaths.

This is the psychic's third-tier professional ability [Soul Herding]:
“You can herd others, or you can herd yourself.

When orthodox [mediums] herd the souls of other extraordinary people and borrow their abilities, they usually reward them by solving their greatest obsessions in life.

After serving a certain number of years, they will be released to the realm of the dead.

There are also some mediums who will herd souls by coercion, but that is very likely to give rise to evil spirits, or even corrupted evil spirits.

Once the opponent breaks free from control, it is likely to attack the master immediately."

This [psychic] adventurer Gilbert obviously belongs to the former, and nodded to Major General Thomson:
"I am about to enter my dream. Protect my body and the ritual candles. They are my beacon of return.

If something went wrong with my body or the candle went out, I might be lost in the deep dream forever and never come back.

Remember, remember! "

Major General [Knight Commander] Thomson patted his chest and assured:
"Don't worry. In addition to us, there are three hundred brave and capable Duchy Marines here. There will be no problem."

"hope so."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Gilbert's soul left his body, disappearing in the light of the ritual candles along with the souls of the three extraordinary people he was herding.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The soldiers and extraordinary officers outside were all holding muskets and standing ready to ensure that not even a bug could crawl in and disturb the ceremony.

However, the enemy did not appear, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with clouds.

The [medium] had just fallen asleep not long ago when thick clouds rushed in from all directions. In just a few minutes, they blocked the sun and turned the day into night.

The Bantaan Islands have a rainy season from April to November, and storms always come unexpectedly.

Click——!
Above their heads, a huge lightning bolt seemed to split the entire sky, suddenly tearing through the thick dark clouds and spreading for hundreds of kilometers in all directions like tree branches.

The bright flash with a slight purple-red tint lasted for five or six seconds, completely illuminating the dark sea and archipelagos under the dark clouds.

In an instant.

Blah blah blah
Accompanied by lightning and thunder, a storm that almost flooded the sea poured down like an endless silver waterfall.

Instantly, it ruled the entire Bantaan Islands and Sapphire Sea, which spanned thousands of kilometers.

"This rain comes at a really bad time."

Major General Thomson frowned, but had no choice but to order the soldiers to take shelter from the rain in a nearby longhouse.

Although it is a tropical country, even the strongest soldiers will fall seriously ill if they are exposed to the rain for a long time.

There shouldn't be any foreign invasion in this kind of weather.

However, they did not notice that after the sudden heavy rain brought the dry land environment close to the ocean, the marine creatures growing on the natives began to spew out fine white mist.

It not only filled the longhouses in the tribe, but also overflowed from the rooms, completely unaffected by the heavy rain, and spread throughout the entire tribe.

The lonely tribal village in the rain becomes hazy like a dream.

Not long after the soldiers took shelter in the house.

"what--!"

A shrill scream pierced through the rain and reached their ears from a nearby house.

The soldiers who were hiding from the rain together immediately scrambled to escape from the house.

He ran towards the long house where the major general and his two companions were.

"General, help me!"

"Enemy attack! There are invisible enemies."

But it's totally useless!
Screams, blood, and scattered internal organs turned the short escape route into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Thomson, with bloodshot eyes, could not see any trace of the enemy at all. He could only see that his soldiers suddenly had claw marks like those of sharp claws.

Then they fell one after another into the mud on the ground.

But he needed to protect the [medium] and could not leave his post without permission.

Even if there were brave soldiers who wanted to fire back, not only was the gunpowder soaked in the storm, but they couldn't even see where the enemy was.

Until the last soldier was disemboweled and died, lying miserably only seven or eight meters away from Thomson.

Through the puddles on the ground, he finally saw a vague illusory figure that did not seem to belong to the real world.

It wears a brown and black top hat and a red and green striped sweater.

One of his right hands had a sharp metal claw, and his entire body looked extremely malnourished and bony.

What was particularly horrifying was that his face and exposed skin were covered with hideous scars from severe burns, enough to make a child stop crying.

This distinctive appearance also brought back memories that the major general was extremely reluctant to recall.

This is actually the most terrifying thing related to dreams in the memories of most people in the Silver Continent - the cursed spirit: [Kruger, the killer in the dream of Banyan Street]!
(End of this chapter)