When the other Black Pearl pirates heard his howl, they unanimously erupted with indignant hollers. Indeed! The hatred between Little Lord Fokke and the Black Pearl pirates was absolutely not small.
That year back in Turtuga port, Little Lord Fokke had opened hostilities without declaring war. The entire Black Pearl suffered an immense setback, where mult.i.tudes of veteran pirates had perished. From then, the surviving pirates from that time harboured a deep seated hatred!
To them, their dispute with Captain Jack was merely an internal dilemma. However, the humiliation they received from Little Lord Fokke was an all-out irreconcilable conflict. Hence, their wrath naturally triggered unanimously!
After having his head flattened by Momore’s hoof, Ragetti had already climbed back up. Pinching his wooden eye with his fingers, he laughed while scanning with his eyes.
"Be that we hate tis’ b.l.o.o.d.y curse to ze core, but looks like it be what we need to deal with tis’ scurvy horse boy. The undying us shall flay yer flesh and soul as memorial offerin’ to cleanse away the Pearl’s disgrace!"
Nevertheless, a spiteful glow flickered in Little Lord Fokke’s eyes, as he abruptly spurred his horse to charge forth.
Ragetti speared forward to intercept him but was immediately met with Fokke’s waving sword, severing his head into two, chopping down till his organs spilled out. Yet not a single drop of blood was leaked while his organs starting hopping around like frogs, until they a.s.sembled together!
Concurrently, two other pirates lunged forward and tightly grasped against demon horse Momore’s limbs!
These undying pirates could tell that Little Lord Fokke was relying on his horse to maintain his mobile superiority. Regardless, it was necessary to tie down his horse, which would substantially reduce the chances of him escaping.
Under the impetus of vengeance, those pirates wrapped Momore’s limbs relentlessly. their strained faces exposing their yellowish rotten teeth; resembling a bunch of savage hungry ghosts, they chomped down mercilessly onto Momore’s limbs!
Though this terrifying fiend possessed boundless strength, it could only resort to miserable and helpless neighs, as its four limbs were being constricted by 1-2 pirates each.
Little Lord Fokke ferociously swept his sword, but ultimately yielded no fruits. The undying physique of the pirates could only be barely curbed with fire, because incinerating them into ashes would substantially reduce their regenerating period. Instead, physical damage or freezing was practically useless against them.
"Filthy maggots! Insects scourged with defiled souls, begone from my sides!"
Little Lord Fokke brandished his symbolic sword strenuously as he roared sonorously.
However, his attention suddenly fixated onto a human figure. A human figure that was limping to escape towards the s.h.i.+p’s deck!
Moreover, a diary was wedged right beneath his armpit!
The diary that recorded the deepest secrets of the Fokke family!
"How is he still alive? He mustn’t escape!! I’ll just have to beckon for Momore through the summoning orifice again, but the secrets of our Fokke family cannot be divulged! That is akin to revolting against the whole world, then all these decades would’ve been all in vain! Possibly creating an unprecedented catastrophe for the Fokke family!"
That particular notion jolted through Little Lord Fokke’s thoughts.
Demon horse Momore was tightly tangled up with the Black Pearl pirates. Whenever it managed to abscise itself from a single pirate, another two would pounce up. It was simply impossible for Momore to exhibit its boundless monstrous strength here. Moreover, those d.a.m.ned hungry ghosts were even insatiably chewing and devouring its fles.h.!.+
Thus, Little Lord Fokke finally made a sensible but difficult call – to abandon his horse!
If he continued worrying about Momore, that pesky little thief would vanish without even his shadow in sight.
"That unsealed diary mustn"t be allowed to be circulated outside! Furthermore, Momore’s strength should be sufficient to tarry these undying pirates for a period of time, adequate for me to eliminate that b.l.o.o.d.y thief!"
Little Fokke summoned strength in his legs. The two stirrups suspended on Momore’s back became coated with light-blue ice, before they immediately tightened and reflected an immense power upwards.
Clad fully in armour, Little Fokke then propelled himself towards the besiding wall.
Kacha! His heavy weight and inertia very bluntly smashed out a large hole in the s.h.i.+p’s wall.
Kacha! Kacha! His armour continued smas.h.i.+ng through more walls as he pursued after Sheyan.
Yet at this moment, Little Fokke revealed his first shortcoming – though his movement speed couldn’t be considered slow, it wasn’t fast either.
Actually, this was a point someone who barely used his brain could easily deduce. Firstly, this was because Little Lord Fokke constantly relied on riding his demon horse Momore. Secondly, his knight armour was truly too heavy. No matter what, it would definitely affect his mobility.
Observing this from afar, Sheyan secretly nodded to himself. After all, the movement speed of Little Lord Fokke was essentially a life and death matter to him. Regardless of his deduction being 99% accurate, once there was even a slight 1% deviation, it would sufficient to deal him a 100% fatal outcome!
To him, although there was still the ultimate safety-net of that miraculous item acquired from the Avatar world, all his plans would be doomed to futility in this world. Such a crus.h.i.+ng defeat was one that Sheyan absolutely couldn’t accept,
Facing the unceasing pursuit of Little Lord Fokke, Sheyan straightforwardly drank his soul equipment, ‘Endless Spirited Vodka’, and increased his mobility as he fled. Right now, he planned to verify his second conjecture!
Sheyan’s first conjecture pertained to Little Lord Fokke’s movement speed. A crucial factor that would determine if he had to waste all his previous efforts, and rush back to the nightmare realm in crestfallen fas.h.i.+on.
Thus, Sheyan’s second conjecture, would determine the crux of a possibility in eliminating Little Lord Fokke right here!
Gloomy clouds obstructed the moonlight above. In spite of that, Tortuga remained bustling as before, its streets br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tides of people and activities.
Without any tinge of cordiality, Sheyan fled in disarray through the human crowd. His current appearance was rather mediocre, resembling that of a down-and-out sailor.
Nevertheless, this conduct of hasty fleeing was something the chaotic Tortuga had seen over hundreds of time. Apart from receiving chiding by the individuals he squeezed and knocked against, the others treated this as commonplace.
Instead, Little Lord Fokke’s appearance was exceedingly glamorous.
Adorned in a knight’s armour, he was even wearing a helmet. Furthermore, his entire set of armour was pure black and s.h.i.+mmered with exotic brilliance, filled with profound magic traces lingering around it. That symbolic sword by his waist was even emitting out strands of chilling air. The first impression he released, was that of a nefarious demon; dark and valiant.
Little Lord Fokke charged towards Sheyan.
Though there was only a 50 metres gap between both parties, he was regrettably blocked by twenty drunkards, three wh.o.r.es and even a carriage hauled by two oxens.
Evidently, such a disheveled mess of hurdles would only serve to pull the distance between both parties further apart. Thus, the grim Little Lord Fokke instantly seized his sword shaft and executed the most effective method.
Besides, he was also human, or perhaps accurately phrasing, he used to be human for a long time. He was aware of how to eliminate these pesky hindrances in the shortest time. Or perhaps, how to trigger these ‘legged proteins’ to scram automatically.
Furthermore, there was another crucial factor to his actions. Tortuga only sprung up after the demise of Turtuga port. It could be described as Tortuga stepping on Turtuga’s corpse to rise. Hence, to the overlord of the previous Turtuga port, Little Lord Fokke obviously didn’t possess amicable sentiments to Tortuga. It was a.n.a.logous to telling one’s ex-girlfriend/boyfriend and saying "It pleases me that you are living well", but in reality, one would be feeling "Darn you for living well without me."
Therefore, Little Lord Fokke naturally thought of eradicating these flouris.h.i.+ng salts, which only served to rub hurt on his own emotional wounds. Actually, he would probably do the same without Sheyan. Of course, now that he was given the motive of pursuing Sheyan, he would conduct it with added ruthlessness; at the same time, giving vent to his emotions.
Meanwhile, a wh.o.r.e was stroking her hair coquettishly as she eyed Little Lord Fokke. She was reckoning that this was a huge customer whom she could extract 23 guineas from.
Hence, she purposefully squeezed up her cleavage as she approached Little Lord Fokke. She was one who was fond of fierce males, and Little Lord Fokke’s appearance indeed matched her appet.i.te.
"Hey there, handsome, I dare bet you’d have two drinks with me, where following that, I shall bring you to a wondrous place."
She started hooking Little Lord Fokke’s arm, but instead at this moment, she suddenly clutched her mouth and began coughing. The sounds of her coughing turned from light to severe. Initially, it sounded as though she was clearing her throat, but crescendoed to an intensity of choking by the end.
Eventually, the wh.o.r.e regurgitated out a mouthful of saliva. Yet amidst the puddle of saliva, were lumpy flesh that shocked the eyes and astonished the heart.
This wh.o.r.e had actually coughed out fragments of her lungs. Her eyes bulged with fright and perplexity as she slumped to the ground. Even in death, she remained clueless.
The black death was once again, breeding on the soil of Tortuga.
Except previously, its scope of influence was merely Jiejie’s golden tent. Yet this time, it was personally propagated by the bringer of darkness and death, Little Lord Fokke!!
This signified that Tortuga would undergo a calamity, an incredibly terrifying catastrophe!
Despite so, it was all in accordance to Sheyan’s intended script!