Chapter 1545: The entire group is wiped out

Xiliu's eyes were as cold as the biting frost in the cold winter, scanning the soldiers who were already shrouded in fear. There was no mercy in his eyes, only endless murderous intent.

The blood on the Thunder Rain Knife seemed to have life and was quickly absorbed. Then a faint blood light appeared. The light was weird and bloodthirsty, as if telling the cruel killing that had just been experienced, and as if it was longing for more blood to satisfy its greed.

"It's not enough, my knife, it's not full yet." Xiliu's voice was low and hoarse, like a curse coming from the depths of hell, with a creepy chill.

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red mist suddenly rose above the warship. Like a demonic spirit, it quickly spread, enveloping the entire vessel. The soldiers screamed and struggled in terror within the mist, but it was all in vain. Soon, all the soldiers on board had been slaughtered by Xiliu, their bodies strewn across the deck, blood staining every inch of the wood.

Xiliu stood among the corpses, like the Grim Reaper returned from Hell. He thrust the Thunderstorm in his hand into the ground with a forceful thud. As if summoned by some mysterious force, the blood surrounding him strangely gathered toward the Thunderstorm, flowing slowly along the blade and being greedily devoured by it.

At this moment, Kuro and the others were flying in mid-air. In the distance, Tisha was waving vigorously at them, his face showing a hint of excitement and anticipation.

Several people glanced at the warship filled with corpses, and the tragic scene made their eyes flash with a hint of complexity. But soon, they turned and left, as if the blood and death on the warship had nothing to do with them.

"Is Shiryu still so bloodthirsty recently?" Kuro asked. His voice was calm, but his eyes revealed a scrutiny.

The Evil King, who had the best relationship with Shiryu, was the first to answer. He patted his chest and said, "Although he still goes crazy." There was a hint of helplessness on his face, but more of it was protecting Shiryu, "But I assure you, he won't kill his subordinates when he goes crazy." The Evil King knew what Kuro was worried about. As the leader of the pirate group, Kuro naturally had to consider the stability and harmony of the team. Shiryu was so bloodthirsty that it was inevitable that other members would feel wary.

Kuro nodded slightly, saying nothing, but holding on steadily, he led everyone slowly down to Tisza's uniquely shaped dinosaur ship. The ship, with a dinosaur skeleton as its frame and a hull covered in tough leather, resembled a giant beast from ancient times lying across the sea.

"Captain!" As soon as everyone stood firm, Tisha came up like an enthusiastic fireball, hugged Kuro, and patted Kuro's back hard. The "bang bang" sound was particularly clear in the quiet boat.

"Are you going to beat me to death?" Although Kuro felt that Tisha's strength was not particularly great, he still felt a little embarrassed to be hugged so tightly, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.

Upon hearing this, Tisza grinned and released his hand. His smile was as bright as the summer sunshine. "Captain, I brought everyone here. Don't worry, no one is left behind!"

Kuro looked around and saw that the members of the Six Interests on the surrounding warships were looking at him excitedly, their eyes flashing with anticipation and enthusiasm, as if they were a group of warriors about to rush to the battlefield.

"Captain, when are we going to set out to take over those territories?" A burly pirate with a stubbled face shouted first. His voice was loud and clear, like thunder.

"Yes, Captain, we can't wait any longer!" Another tall and thin pirate echoed, waving the scimitar in his hand, his face full of eagerness.

"Let's attack the army base first. It will be much easier for us after we take over that territory." A pirate wearing a pirate hat and with sharp eyes put forward his idea, his tone full of confidence.

"Yes!" The surrounding pirates responded one after another, and their voices echoed on the ship like a tide.

"If we take over the army's territory, we can use that territory as a springboard to expand our military in all directions!" A young pirate jumped up excitedly, his eyes flashing with longing for the future.

"We should expand our military. The New World is so big that we can't handle it all." A seasoned pirate touched his chin and nodded, his eyes revealing a calm and wise look.

However, amidst this heated atmosphere, a few pirates offered more measured analysis. "Captain, I think we should first understand the army's details. We can't act rashly, or we might find ourselves on the defensive," a bespectacled, seemingly gentle pirate said cautiously.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding pirates cast disdainful glances at him. "Coward!" "Exactly, what are you afraid of? When have we, the Six Realms, ever been afraid of an enemy?" someone jeered loudly, labeling the pirates who had offered such a cautious analysis as cowards.

The pirates' faces turned red, but they couldn't refute and could only lower their heads silently.

Kuro watched the scene before him, pondering inwardly. He knew that the pirates' desire for expansion and battle was understandable, but acting impulsively and blindly could also bring huge risks.

"Everyone, be quiet for a moment." Kuro raised his hand, his voice soft but commanding. The pirates gradually quieted down, their eyes fixed on Kuro.

"I understand everyone's desire to expand their territory and strengthen our Six Realms," Kuro said slowly, "but we can't just rely on brute force to fight. The army base camp is not so easy to capture. We must be fully prepared."

The pirates listened to Kuro's words, and although they were somewhat reluctant, they all nodded. They knew that Kuro, as a captain, had rich experience and foresight, and his words must make sense.

"Alright!" Kuro's steady and powerful voice suddenly rang out, like an invisible command, instantly quieting down the members who were still talking and looking forward to the war, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"We'll talk about the war later. Now, let's go back to the party!" Kuro raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a relaxed and confident smile.

"Oh!!!!" As if lit firecrackers, the crew erupted in a deafening roar of joy. The cheers surged like a surging tide, wave after wave, echoing across the vast ocean. After so many days of sailing, they were like a taut bowstring, finally able to relax and savor this rare moment of joy.

At Kuro's command, the warships continued their advance in an orderly fashion, like well-trained soldiers. They cut through the waves, leaving streaks of white foam in their wake, like their joyful footprints.

Back at the base camp, Monet was sitting leisurely in her room when suddenly, the Den Den Mushi on the table began to beep. The sound, like a cheerful musical note, shattered the silence. Monet smiled, stood up, gracefully walked over to the Den Den Mushi, and gently picked up the receiver. Her smile widened as she heard Kuro's familiar, yet somewhat excited, voice.

After hanging up the phone, Monet walked briskly to find Paul with a smile. Paul was sorting out the ingredients in a small room. When he saw Monet coming in, he put down his work and asked with a smile, "What's up? Is there anything good?"

Monet's eyes sparkled as he said, "Captain Craw and his companions are coming back, and they said they'd have a party when they get back!"

When Paul heard this, his eyes lit up and he said, "Then we have to prepare well. Let's go and call the others."

Soon, the chefs were busy on a flat patch of grass. Some carried large pots, some carried ingredients, and some held various cooking tools, like a group of warriors about to go to the battlefield. With crews from dozens of ships attending the banquet, ensuring sufficient food was a major undertaking.

"Set up another pot over here, and arrange the ingredients over there." Paul stood on the grass, arranging things in an orderly manner like a commander. The chefs responded one after another and got busy following his instructions.

Some chefs started to build fires, the flames roaring upwards, as if cheering for the upcoming banquet. Others cut fresh meat into small pieces, the "dong dong dong" sound of chopping vegetables like a joyful symphony. Others mixed various seasonings, the colorful spices in their hands turning into magical powder.

A group of non-cooks were also busy, some helping to carry ingredients, others setting up makeshift tables and chairs. With everyone clearly divided into roles, the entire base camp was bustling with activity.

"Hey, move this over there." A tall pirate shouted to the smaller pirate next to him.