Chapter 477: Encounter With Pirates 1

Chapter 477: Encounter With Pirates 1

Chapter 477: Encounter With Pirates 1

“Space pirates?” Zeras asked, his eyebrow raised as he turned to look at the ginormous spaceship, seemingly made of the darkest of ores in all of existence, while lined with splashes of crimson. At the top of the spaceship, a large flag flapped wildly with the image of a skull arranged on top of two bones crossed together in an X format.

“Hope they don’t waste our time...” Zeras mused to himself. Sylvia turned her six eyes towards him, her expression filled with disbelief.

“Time? Seriously, that’s what you’re worried about?” Sylvia asked before turning back, preparing to move into the spaceship.

“Come, we can’t afford to stay here any longer,” she said, taking a step forward, only for her hands to be grabbed. She looked at Zeras in shock. This was the first time she had felt a human touch, and she had to say, the touch was very cold—colder than anything she had ever felt, sending a tingle down her spine.

“Don’t leave. That’s a sign of weakness before the battle even starts. Besides, you’ll scare my fluffy,” Zeras said, turning his attention to the tiny cat in his palms, which was no longer playing and instead had its fur bristling as it bared its fangs at the ship.

It must have sensed the danger and was reacting in its own special, strange way. But a hand suddenly rubbed its back, causing Fluffy to turn and see the unbothered expression on Zeras’s face, as well as a curious expression, seemingly surprised by its own reaction.

Slowly, the hair along its back dispersed, and it relaxed, climbing over Zera’s hands and coming to sit down on his left shoulder.

“Just tell them to keep going,” Zeras said with an unbothered expression as he sat back on the mouth of the spaceship, grabbing another cigarette from the pack and lighting it up.

“Huuuu...” Fresh white smoke puffed out of his red lips, giving Zeras a strange sense of peace, even though he didn’t understand it. He wasn’t one who loved cigarettes as a boy; in fact, he found them to be a waste of time as he could have spent that time cultivating.

But after losing all his cultivation and with his remaining three years slowly coming to an end, an old man gave him one in a bar, and from then on, he had developed a strange love for cigarettes.

They were a mixture of different races, all humanoid, but with very different skin colors, and all of them had tails, distinguishing them from typical humans.

“Throw down an anchor toward the head of the leading spaceship,” the boisterous voice boomed out of the gigantic figure sitting on the throne of the spaceship.

“ANCHOR!!!” The scream rang out, and immediately, five men got to work, quickly rolling down those iron bars as the enormous iron anchor was lifted from the ground with the aid of a lever.

“WAIT!” The order came as the anchor was stopped mid-air, sweat dripping down the faces of those holding the anchor.

“DROP!” The order came, and instantaneously, the anchor was dropped, immediately smashing with furious speed toward the G1 spaceships, particularly where Zeras and the small group were seated.

“Huuuuuu...” Zeras exhaled loudly, a puff of smoke. Without even looking at the anchor, he simply grabbed the half-smoked cigarette in his hands and flung it upwards, as if disposing of it. Yet, it mysteriously moved in a strange manner and actually smashed against the anchor, flaring with a bright red light. The cigarette, which ought to have been immediately burnt to a crisp from the flames, was strangely able to bypass the heat of the anchor falling due to friction. Mysteriously, it smashed into the gigantic chain used to hold the anchor, and to the surprise of more than thousands of people, the chain was severed into two.

“What the!?” The pirates screamed out, but still, it wasn’t done. The anchor was still soaring towards them, and again, Zeras grabbed another cigarette stick and flung it towards the anchor. When it smashed against it, it sent it flying back toward where it had come from, much to the horror of the pirates standing on the deck of the spaceships.

“Holy mother of sweet monkey milk!”

“Screw me...”

“RUN...”