This was simply heaven.
More importantly.
They could finally enjoy the joy brought by their immortal bodies without any restraint.
Even if they suffered from dehydration due to diarrhea, they could still discharge into the sea without inhibition.
Billy and Buck, two simpletons, were currently holding a small cannon, playing a game called "Enhanced Russian Roulette" on the deck.
This was a game Roger had told them about.
However, they always only listened to half of what they were told, which is why they changed the tool to a cannon.
They loaded cannonballs into the barrel, then took turns pointing the muzzle at their chests and firing.
With a "boom!"
Billy was blown away, with only his two legs still standing in place.
Then, under everyone's accustomed gaze, his upper body slowly grew back from his legs.
"Hahahaha! Awesome! Buck, your turn!"
Buck skillfully loaded a cannonball, aiming at his head.
"Boom!"
Another sound... Roger no longer cared for such low-level entertainment.
People played with revolvers, it was about probability!
Playing with this cannon, wasn't the probability 100%?
It was truly low-level and uninteresting.
However, hearing the laughter from over there, Roger also felt a little itching to join.
He was just about to join in.
At this moment, the pirate on the lookout post suddenly rang the alarm bell.
"Captain! A pirate ship spotted on the front right!"
"They seem to be... signaling us!"
Roger picked up his meter-long telescope.
He saw a tattered two-masted schooner charging towards them menacingly.
A skull flag with a drawing of a salted fish, full of abstract artistic sense, hung on the ship.
"What did they say?"
Roger put down the telescope.
"They said... for us to stop immediately, hand over all our gold coins and women, or they'll blow us to pieces."
The lookout's voice carried a hint of strangeness.
The deck instantly fell silent.
All the pirates looked at the approaching dilapidated ship with an expression of looking at an idiot.
Robbery?
Robbing us, the explorer?
"Damn, are newcomers these days all so brave?"
Billy's newly regrown head was full of big question marks.
"Captain, should I take some men over and teach them how to behave?"
Hansen sneered, also beginning to flex his bony wrists.
Roger waved his hand.
"Let's see what they're up to."
Roger leisurely walked to the bow of the ship, with a relaxed expression as if he was about to enjoy fireworks.
He even had the leisure to wave at the dilapidated ship.
The opposing pirate captain clearly misunderstood his meaning.
He picked up a tin megaphone and shouted arrogantly.
"Listen, black ship opposite! You're smart!"
"Immediately lower a small boat and tie up your captain! I'm going to let him taste the power of my new sword today!"
"Hahahaha!"
The pirates behind him burst into laughter.
Roger's smile grew even more benevolent.
"Brothers, watch closely."
He pointed to his head.
"Knowledge is power."
With that, he placed his hand on the menacing bronze sprayer.
The cortez's heart suddenly lit up.
Fuel surged into the greek fire device.
"Goodbye, little friend."
Roger said softly.
The next second.
A viscous liquid, as thick as an arm and shimmering with an ominous green light, shot out from the nozzle like the mouth of a giant beast!
It traced a strange arc in the air, accurately landing on the main sail of the pirate ship.
No explosion, no loud bang.
The green liquid, like a drop of living concentrated sulfuric acid, began to burn frantically and spread as soon as it touched the canvas!
Even more terrifying was that the flames could not be extinguished at all!
The pirates frantically carried buckets of water to douse it.
But when the water touched the flames, it only made the fire burn even more fiercely!
"Ah! My ship!"
The opposing captain let out a desperate scream.
He watched helplessly as his ship was "melting" in a surreal way!
The wooden deck became soft and twisted.
The towering mast slowly bent down like a melted candle.
The entire ship was turning into a pool of tar-like substance emitting black smoke!
"Devil! This is the fire of hell!"
The pirates cried, screamed, and jumped into the sea like dumplings.
However, the green flames also fell into the sea.
They spread across the surface of the sea, forming a sea of death by fire.
On the deck of the explorer, there was a deathly silence.
All the pirates, including Hector, stared dumbfounded at the scene before them, which could only be described as divine retribution.
Their skeletal frames were trembling.
Not because of fear, but because of extreme excitement!
This was... too awesome!
Roger withdrew his hand, feeling satisfied.
He looked at the wreckage, no longer ship-shaped, sinking into the seabed, and the survivors struggling in the sea of fire, his heart completely unmoved.
[Ding, the ship is severely damaged and cannot be recovered.]
Roger annoyingly patted his head.
He had forgotten this point.
His ship could devour other ships.
After regretting, Roger said grumpily.
"Alright, stop looking."
He then said to his petrified crew members.
"Uh, include me in the game just now."
Time passed with boring games and Elizabeth's repentance.
Two months later.
The island nation was reached...
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