Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 432 Turbulent Times, Twelve Captains and Warship Captains
On the vast, deep blue sea.

A thick white fog blanketed the waves, and within this fog, so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face, a dilapidated ghost ship, pieced together from countless corpses, was sailing in an unknown direction, its sails made of dead men's fingernails.

In the gaps between the gathering and dispersing of the thick fog, countless eerie figures were gathering on the deck of this ghost ship.

A surging tide of ghosts.

These were all terrifying ghosts of considerable terror level. There was no supernatural conflict between them; they seemed to be influenced and controlled by something, each silently staying in its own place.

Hidden to the side of this ship is a strange and eerie space, where the captain waits for the ghost ship that this space is attached to to take him to his final destination.

There was no king by his side anymore.

The missionary who started out with him died.

Even the old woman and the clown, the two man-controlling demons, died.

After suffering two major blows, the King's Organization completely withdrew from the historical stage.

Some of the king's subordinate demon tamers were also swallowed up by the sudden supernatural disasters that struck the country, and either fled for their lives or died.

And on that day, the captain saw that beam of light.

As an immortal ghost, the captain understood the meaning of death for the first time.

For the first time, he felt the "human" emotions of hesitation and bewilderment.

But the will of my deceased father cannot be disobeyed.

Since the decree was issued, the evil spirits of the world have begun to revive.

The power of the vengeful spirit has become stronger than ever before.

And now he is about to deliver a fatal "gift" to them.

Boom!
The ghost ship seemed to have hit some metal object and run over it.

The captain's cold eyes peered through the bottom of the cabin and saw the submarine, which was filled with gold powder explosives but had been broken in half by the collision.

After ramming the submarine, the ghost ship slowed down slightly.

Are those humans planning to stop themselves in this way?
The ghost ship was originally sailing in the ghost realm and would not be disturbed by non-supernatural objects in reality.

Are they inhuman methods?
But it's not important.

The time has come; at the end, no one can stop my deceased father.

A blood-red cross hanging upside down flashed in the captain's eyes.

It then disappeared immediately.

Soon, my deceased father will return from the gaps in history!

At the same time, the dozen or so submarines carrying alchemical explosives around them plunged into the deep sea, accompanied by a dense swarm of vengeful ghosts outside the hull.
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The port of Dazhou City, one of the top ten ports in Asia in terms of cargo throughput, is now completely deserted.

Only twelve people stood on the dock at the port, gazing out to sea.

Li Jun hung up the phone with a cold expression.

"How is it?" Lu Zhiwen asked anxiously.

"It only delays the ghost ship for about ten minutes." Li Jun lit a cigarette, a glint of fire in his eyes.

"Those submarines were destroyed."

When Zhuang Bo reunited the former peak group of seven veterans and made a comeback.

The vengeful spirits will not stop just because humans retaliate.

Domestic ghosts are rising up one after another, while overseas ghosts are also constantly encroaching.

People were panicked for a while.

Many clever ghost tamers are planning to flee in advance.

More ghost riders are observing the central nervous system's performance, and they are watching closely for any signs of weakness or retreat.

They would then cease obeying orders and begin raising the banner of independence.

The headquarters is currently barely holding on thanks to Zheng Zha and the team leaders, but it's already nearing its limit.

The team leaders who were suppressing various places have now been temporarily summoned by headquarters and gathered at the port outside Dazhou City.

Because Wang Xiaoming "obtained" accurate intelligence, the ghost ship will land tonight.

With Zhang Xun's explanation and the intelligence from the Emperor's organization, the captains won't go to fight the BOSS without any understanding, just like in the original story.

But the thought of facing a ghost ship teeming with vengeful spirits is enough to make anyone laugh.

But we had no choice but to come.

If a ghost ship lands, the southeastern coast will fall instantly.

The most prosperous and densely populated region in China will be transformed into a ghost kingdom.

The vengeful ghost might even travel upstream along the Yangtze River, severing the mainland from north to south in half, leaving no safe zone in the entire south.

From a strategic perspective, this ghost ship attack was an extremely vicious blow, striking the mainland squarely where it was most vulnerable. If it had not been defended, it would have triggered a domino effect of total collapse.

In an attempt to stop the ghost ship, Saito Hajime created alchemical explosives and loaded them onto the submarine to prevent the ghost ship from getting close, but clearly, these alchemical explosives did not work.

Now, we can only rely on the team leaders.

Originally there were nine team leaders, plus Zhang Xianguang, He Yin'er, and Chen Qiaoyang who looked unlucky, making a total of twelve team leaders.

Chen Qiaoyang sat in a paper sedan chair, muttering under his breath with a bitter expression on his face.

"I always said that alchemical explosives were unreliable. With so much gold, they might as well just give it to us. And that Emperor Organization is also heartless."

"They're so powerful, yet they insist on sending us here to die."

the day before yesterday.

The winged monster stormed in, defying the killing patterns of dozens of ghost-controlling warriors in the Wang family's old mansion, imprisoning the vengeful ghosts, taking the old mansion's clock, and subduing them all.

Faced with the choice between "serving the emperor" and "risking his life," Chen Qiaoyang smoothly chose to pledge allegiance to the new leader.

Following the orders of headquarters, I temporarily took on the role of a team leader.

But after seeing Zhang Xianguang today, his face turned green.

Brother, you voted, fine, but why didn't you inform the brothers beforehand? You almost got them all killed!

"This life of living under someone else's roof is really hard to bear," he sighed.

Liu San looked at Chen Qiaoyang's paper sedan chair with envy. He had taken a liking to the paper sedan chair at first sight, but Chen Qiaoyang refused to exchange it no matter what. If it weren't for the fact that there was a great enemy at hand, he would have wanted to steal it by force.

He turned to the captains beside him and asked, "Just how terrifying is that ghost ship that we all need to go together?"

With the headquarters' relentless training, especially after he incorporated the core evil spirit of the Taiping Ancient Town paper-craft shop into his puzzle, Liu San's strength increased dramatically.

He was confident that he could take down anyone in the paranormal world.

Of course, the two from the Emperor Organization aren't from the paranormal world, so they don't count.

"I don't know, it should be more terrifying than Ghost Lake, right?" He Yin'er said uncertainly.

She had just been pulled out of the Ghost Lake by an old woman and thrown into Dazhou City, where they said it was time for a final battle. She was still dizzy.

However, having been in charge before, she was familiar with Lu Zhiwen, Cao Yang, and others, so she quickly got into the swing of things.

"You've underestimated the ghost ship," Lu Zhiwen said, gripping his pen with a grim expression.

"It's much scarier than Ghost Lake."

Zhang Xianguang, who was standing at the very front, suddenly opened his eyes.

"coming."

The sky suddenly darkened for a while.

A dark rift slicing diagonally through the sky allowed countless streams of seawater to rush in and disappear.

At the same time, a thin fog suddenly rose over the open sea.

In the thin mist, a lifeless and dilapidated ship appeared and disappeared.

Strangely, despite the ship being completely dilapidated, some windows still faintly glowed with yellowish light, suggesting that someone was still living there.

In addition, there was snow piled up in one corner of the ship, a pool of blood on the deck, and a dozen mummified corpses hanging from the mast, swaying in the wind.

Although no vengeful ghosts were seen wandering around, the dilapidated boat was already full of "passengers".

"They've come as expected," Liu San said with a solemn expression.

"Could Professor Wang's information be false?" Li Jun asked, smoking a cigarette, his eyes gleaming with a ghostly light.

Liu San disliked Li Jun, who was engulfed in flames, and moved away by two feet.

He muttered, "All day long, it's Professor Wang, Professor Wang. He's quite the smooth-talker at flattery." Li Jun frowned, about to speak to Liu San, but was immediately stopped by Cao Yang: "Alright, alright."

"Now that the boss is here, let's stop fighting amongst ourselves."

Just like in the original story, Cao Yang controlled Fang Shiming's three ghosts, took the ghost scissors, and became a top ghost tamer who could control four ghosts.

"Hey."

Zhang Jun looked up at the towering waves that seemed to blot out the entire sky, twirling a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and muttering to himself.

"This thing was made by that old madman von Tlein?"

"They deserved to die!"

Lu Zhiwen kept writing with his pen, but when he saw the result, his face turned pale.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jun asked.

"What else can happen?" Shen Lin said coldly, "They're all dead."

"How is that possible!" Ye Zhen's childish voice rang out.

"I will use my sword to cut off his three flowers on the top of his head and the five qi in his chest, completely knocking him down to the mortal world. After capturing him, I will present him to the Great Celestial Venerable Zheng, thus restoring my name as Ye Wudi in the mortal world."

"Come on! This is the earth-shattering battle I, Ye, have been waiting for!"

Wang Chaling looked at Ye Zhen, shook his head, and sighed softly, "Crazy."

"You brat from the Wang family, do you know that the Emperor cannot be insulted!" Ye Zhen was furious and went up to punch Wang Chaling twice.

Wang Chaling avoided the approach and addressed the figure in the tattered robe at the front, saying, "Mr. Zhang, we can only rely on you for this battle."

Zhang Xianguang didn't even turn his head and said, "You two brats, one of you controls a scapegoat, and the other relies on your ancestors."

"It's alright, but the rest is just so-so. It's true that each generation is worse than the last."

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow: "Old Deng, what are you talking about?"

He was initially unhappy about being dragged into fighting the captain.

A bunch of paranormal incidents in Dachang City are still unresolved. If it weren't for the headquarters issuing a mandatory order and equipping them with all the red ghost candles, substitute dolls, and other paranormal items, Yang Jian would have already disobeyed orders.

But the thought of so many captains having to deal with a single vengeful ghost gave him a headache.

Clearly, all of Captain Bosch's information has been made public.

It can summon all ghosts and is itself a powerful and intelligent ghost. Its ghost domain is extremely strong, and its killing patterns are unknown.

But the more Yang Jian learned, the greater the pressure became. It was a vengeful ghost with consciousness, like a piece of human skin, and it led an unknown number of vengeful ghosts.

On the surface, it's twelve to one, but in reality, it's twelve to N.

A few days ago, after resolving the ghost painting and ghost messenger incident in Dajing City, he used the Ghost Domain to rush back to Dachang City, and along the way he saw many cities being attacked on a large scale by vengeful ghosts.

Upon arriving in Dachang City, they discovered that the entire city was completely shrouded in black umbrellas.

In his anxiety, Yang Jian rushed into the ghostly realm of the black umbrella and was almost killed by the fierce ghosts inside.

If Zheng Zha hadn't arrived in time and cleaved the black umbrella ghost domain in two with a single strike...

It is likely that his family, friends, and he himself will all perish in that black rain.

Even so, of the hundreds of thousands of people who remained in Dachang City, only tens of thousands were left, less than one in ten.

As a result of the two incidents involving the starving ghost and the black umbrella, millions of people died in Dachang City, leaving only tens of thousands of people.

But compared to the devastation in other cities where not a single person was left alive, it seemed insignificant.

Lu Zhiwen shouted, "Everyone, pay attention! The ghost ship is coming!"

Zhou Deng rubbed his hands together, muttering nervously, "Everyone says there's treasure on the ghost ship. I wonder if we can make a fortune."

As the terrifying, dilapidated undead ship emerged from the mist, all the captains on the shore sharpened their gazes.

Captain Lu Zhiwen, the overall commander of this operation, said, "Everyone, don't be nervous, follow the plan."

"Defend against the enemy at sea, and prevent ghost ships from landing."

"Chen Qiaoyang was responsible for leading away the evil spirits that wandered ashore."

Chen Qiaoyang nodded, looking displeased.

Above everyone's heads, white clouds churned into sea mist, and the night sky transformed into waves.

Countless dark blue seawater turned into a torrential downpour and fell on their location first. A thin layer of grayish-white sea mist began to rise around them, as if the sky had turned into the sea and collapsed.

coming! !
Yang Jian opened his blood-red ghost eyes, and an eerie red light began to spread around him.

Smoke swirled around Li Leping's feet, and his figure quickly became blurred.

Zhang Jun's lungs began to swell, and a damp, humid feeling began to emanate from his mouth and nose.

Li Jun stubbed out his cigarette, and the will-o'-the-wisp spread in all directions.

The captains all used their Ghost Domains to resist the approaching ghost ship.

He Yin'er waved her hands, and Ghost Lake connected to this sea area, with eerie lake water rising from the sea.

After the ghost lake appeared in Dahai City, it immediately connected with other waters around the world that had been invaded by ghost lakes.

Deeper into the lake, many horrific corpses remained, uncorrupted even after prolonged submersion.

Because these corpses are not ordinary dead bodies, they are all vengeful ghosts.

These vengeful spirits, imprisoned in the Ghost Lake, are unable to leave and can only sink eternally into its bottomless depths.

However, these ghosts did not die. Once they left the Ghost Lake, these vengeful spirits would revive in the shortest possible time.

If the captains cannot stop the ghost ship, she will use Ghost Lake to sink the tide of ghosts and release them into other no-man's lands.

Although it's like drinking poison to quench thirst, it's a last resort.

She turned misfortune into fortune, gaining control of 40% of the Ghost Lake and, with her ability to summon spirits, became almost the strongest among the captains.

At the same time, Li Jun poured Yan Li's ghost blood into the Ghost Lake.

In an instant, the entire coastline turned into a scene of churning blood, with mangled corpses emerging from the water and then falling back down.

The sea of ​​blood instantly spread outwards, merging with the mist.

The ghost ship, which was sailing, suddenly slowed down.

“It works.” Cao Yang said, beaming.

"Don't be too happy yet," Zhang Xianxian scoffed.

Sure enough, as if sensing that the ghost ship had been stopped, a strange song began to play from the ghost ship.

The singing became clearer and clearer, and even other accompaniment sounds appeared. There was a tone that no instrument in reality could play, and even deliberate synthesis would find it difficult to perfectly reproduce.

It was eerie music, mixed with some incomprehensible, strange power.

Just as the music started, a terrifying figure appeared at the bow of the ship.

That was the captain, dressed in a worn-out naval uniform and an old sailor's hat.

"captain!"

With just one glance, the captains all understood that this was the greatest enemy in this battle.

"Are you the only one here?" Zhou Deng called out to ease his tension.

"Even if you're outnumbered twelve, we'll give you a handicap!"

"Hahaha." Liu San also laughed along.

"You must be a smart ghost! We've already figured out the so-called Ghost Ship Project. Now get back to where you were!"

The captain's lifeless eyes looked at them, and behind him, terrifying figures appeared one after another.

More and more eerie figures gathered on the deck of the ghost ship, almost filling the entire deck, looking densely packed and bustling with people.

They acted in unison, as if they were being influenced and manipulated by something.

There were dancers in tattered dresses, gentlemen with half their bodies cut open, bloated old corpses soaked in seawater, a gloomy ghost in white, and a long-haired ghost with a very long neck.
They are faintly visible, and their numbers are countless.

Every pair of lifeless eyes was fixed on the captains on the shore.

Moreover, under the dim light of the window, a series of dark figures appeared and stood motionless in front of the window, looking towards the shore.

How many vengeful ghosts are there?

One hundred, or one thousand?
No one can laugh.

(End of this chapter)