Chapter 1550 The True Use of the Nine-Tailed Fox

If the army is destroyed, the revolutionary army will inevitably expand further, and at that time, the forces represented by Satan will face an even greater threat."

“Moreover, from the perspective of interests, although Satan will suffer certain losses by sending troops to support the army, there is also a chance to take over the entire paradise after the war.

If he did not send troops and watched the army being destroyed, he would be voluntarily giving up his voice and interests in this sea area.

This is absolutely unacceptable to an ambitious ruler." Kuro became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was the mastermind behind the situation.

"So, considering various factors, Satan will definitely compromise in the end and agree to send troops." Kuro said confidently, as if he had already understood Satan's psychology and the development of the situation clearly.

Baot nodded repeatedly on the other end of the phone: "Captain, your analysis is absolutely correct. So what should we do next?"

A sly glint flashed in Kuro's eyes. "Let's remain inactive and watch the fight unfold. Let the Army and the Revolutionary Army continue to attrition their forces. When both are equally devastated, that will be the perfect time for us to strike. Then, we'll be able to maximize our benefits at the lowest cost."

"But, Captain, what if they suddenly stop fighting or reach a settlement?" Baot asked with some concern.

Kuro sneered, "Reconciliation? At this point, both sides are so bloodthirsty, how can they easily reconcile? Field Marshal Kettley is hell-bent on revenge, and the Revolutionary Army will not miss this opportunity to completely annihilate the Army.

Furthermore, the forces behind them won't allow them to cease fire easily. So, don't worry about this. Just keep a close eye on their every move and report any developments to me immediately."

"Yes, Captain!" Baot responded quickly.

After hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Kuro stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the turbulent sea outside, his heart full of anticipation.

He seemed to have seen himself standing at the pinnacle of victory, controlling the fate of the entire world. And this war between the army and the revolutionary army was just a stepping stone to his glory...

Three days later, at the port of Mariyat, warships slowly departed, their hulls cutting through the sea, stirring up layers of white foam. Saint Satan sat in the spacious and luxuriously decorated main seat of the cabin, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it. An oppressive aura emanated from him, making the entire cabin seem particularly dreary.

"The New World has been lost, but Paradise must not be lost again!" Saint Satan slammed the table. The hard surface resounded with a dull thud under his palm, and the teacups on the table jumped. The loss of the New World was a crushing blow to him, placing him in a desperate position in the game of power and profit. Paradise, the area he considered his last resort, now became a fortress he must defend with all his might.

A fierce look flashed in Satan's eyes. He pulled out a uniquely shaped Den Den Mushi from his arms and gently turned the knob on it. The Den Den Mushi's round eyes flickered a few times, as if trying to connect to the signal.

"What are the movements of the Kuro Pirates?" Saint Satan's voice was low and cold, with unquestionable majesty.

A respectful voice came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi: "King, they are still hiding in the New World as usual."

After hearing this, Saint Satan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile of satisfaction. "Alright! Keep a close eye on them. Report any signs of trouble to me!"

"Yes, King!" The voice on the other end of the Den Den Mushi was full of determination.

Satan hung up the Den Den Mushi with satisfaction, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about his next move. He thought he had the Kuro Pirates firmly under his control, but he didn't know that he had already fallen into an elaborate trap.

On the other side, Diemi was sitting in a dim room, holding the Den Den Mushi that had just "fallen asleep" in her hand, with a sinister smile on her face. That smile was like a poisonous flower blooming in the darkness, with a hint of chillness.

"Is it that old guy calling again?" Luo hugged Guiku, leaned against the wall, and asked lightly with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Diemi nodded, placed the Den Den Mushi on the table, and said, "Yeah, you're still asking me if the Captain has made any moves."

"Oh, what an idiot! I'm afraid he couldn't imagine that his surveillance troops had all been wiped out long ago." Luo sneered, his voice full of ridicule towards Saint Satan.

It turned out that long ago, the surveillance troops sent by Saint Satan had just approached Thunder God Island when Enelu had keenly noticed them. Enelu stood high on Thunder God Island, his eyes flashing with lightning and a disdainful smile on his lips.

He waved his hands, and powerful electric currents roared out like raging dragons, instantly knocking out the surveillance troops. Before the soldiers even had time to react, they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Later, Diemi, under Kuro's orders, used her abilities to perfectly replicate the surveillance team members.

From then on, Diemei began to play the role of the entire surveillance team by herself, passing false information to Satan Sheng.

She was like a skilled actor, switching between different roles with ease, making Saint Satan run around in circles.

Of course, in order to avoid arousing Saint Satan's suspicion, Diemei would sometimes pass on two unimportant pieces of true information.

After all, if the intelligence is too false, it will be easily discovered. She is like a cunning chess player, skillfully laying out her strategy on the chessboard, and every move is carefully considered.

"Captain Craw's move was really brilliant. It kept the old guy in the dark." Luo looked at Diemei with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Die Mei smiled smugly and said, "Of course. The captain's wisdom is far superior to that old fellow's. Now he can just wait to be toyed with by us."

At this moment, in the distant sea, Kuro stood at the bow of his flagship, facing the sea breeze, his eyes revealing a deep wisdom.

He seemed to have anticipated Saint Satan's actions at this moment, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"Saint Satan, oh Saint Satan, just struggle slowly in this false information. When the time is right, I will let you know who is the real ruler of this sea area." Kuro muttered to himself, his voice blown away by the sea breeze, but it revealed an unquestionable domineering aura.

On Saint Satan's warship, he was still immersed in his own plan, unaware that danger was approaching him step by step.

He thought he was in control of the situation, but he didn't know that he had become a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

Satan sat in the lavishly decorated command room of the warship, surrounded by a tense and ambitious atmosphere. His eyes gleamed with greed and calculation, as if he could already see the glorious scene of defeating the revolutionary army, counterattacking the New World, and conquering the entire sea.

"The parts for the Uranus are almost ready. The next challenge is the Divine Fire." Satan folded his hands under his chin, his brow furrowed slightly, as if pondering the key to resolving the Divine Fire issue. "If we can solve this problem, the Kuro Pirates will be a piece of cake!" His voice was deep and powerful, brimming with undeniable confidence.

In his opinion, once the Uranus is assembled and unleashes its powerful force, Kuro and the others will be vulnerable.

However, at this time, Wapol was looking worried and in extreme trouble.

"The materials this guy gave us are not enough!" Wapol looked at the parts on the table that were obviously smaller than the other parts, frowning, his face full of helplessness and anxiety.

"What should I do..." Wapol kept scratching his head, making it messy. His eyes darted around the room, trying to find a solution. As time passed, his mood grew more and more irritable.

Just as he was worried, he accidentally saw the toolbox on the table. The toolbox lay there quietly, as if offering some kind of temptation to him. Wapol's eyes flashed with hesitation, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of luck.

"With so many tools, he won't notice if one is missing." Without any hesitation, Wapol made his choice immediately.

He reached out and slowly opened the toolbox, which was filled with various exquisite tools, including wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, etc. His eyes scanned the tools and finally fell on a small wrench.

He picked up the small wrench and looked at the smaller part again, thinking to himself, "Maybe I can use this small wrench to work on it and get it to the right size." Without hesitation, he put the small wrench and the part into his mouth and began chewing. His teeth clenched hard, making a "crunching" sound as the mixed-colored part was constantly being shaped in his mouth.

Soon, he spat out the mixed-color part. He looked at it and frowned, "This won't do. It's too obvious." The uneven color of the part formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding parts, and the problem was obvious at a glance.

Wapol hurriedly put the part back into his mouth to process it. He closed his eyes, concentrated his attention, and used his teeth and tongue to constantly adjust the shape and color of the part.

After several attempts, he finally arranged the parts with a fairly uniform color. He looked at them, breathed a long sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his face: "I survived..." At this time, he was exhausted and lay directly on the ground with his eyes half closed. Now all he wanted was to sleep.

On the other hand, Saint Satan was still immersed in his own fantasy, not knowing that Wapol dared to lie. He continued to fantasize about counterattacking the New World and putting everything under his control.

He imagined himself driving the Uranus towards a new world. Wherever he went, his enemies were defeated, and he once again controlled the entire world!