Chapter 205: Chapter 133: Regardless of Whether It Works, I’m Going For It (Please Recommend)

A large sailing ship, resembling a merchant vessel, was sailing southward.

This was one of the five ships brought by Bailuo, also the only one not suited for combat. Its existence was to execute the ‘decoy’ strategy that Bailuo and his uncle had concocted.

In the half-month that had passed, his uncle had prepared over 140 plans for the People of Yatun.

Despite declaring ‘the battlefield changes in the blink of an eye’ and that one could never be too prepared, his uncle would always be as cautious as possible.

After all, those going into battle were his children, and neither his uncle nor Bailuo could bear to lose any of them.

Of course, Bailuo was mentally prepared for casualties, as no war comes without them.

In short, do your utmost and leave the rest to fate…

“This plan,”

Bailuo said, “has a low chance of success.”

There weren’t many people on this ship: just Bailuo, his senior sister, Sherri, Elsa and Fiona, two Witches of Transcendent level, along with White Eagle and some High-ranking Fairies of the Feathered Tribe.

All of them were experts!

Almost all possessed the ability to fly, giving them the capability to escape rapidly.

Indeed, on this ship, there were three at Master Level.

Moreover, they were three Crown Masters!

If Bailuo wished, he could summon Lilith, making it four Crown Masters.

“Why do you say that?”

“A test one by one,” Bailuo said, “feels like trying to crack a password lock without knowing the password.”

What exactly were they setting out to do?

In truth, it wasn’t anything complicated—merely luring monsters to fight them, then when the boss grew more aggressive, they’d take on the boss.

A very simple plan, and frankly, the one Bailuo deemed least likely to succeed.

But his uncle placed this plan at the forefront: ‘You few, along with some from the Feathered Tribe, proceed first through the Devil’s Sea.’

‘Once you reach the Devil’s Sea, pass by Skull Island.’

“Pirates under Sig wouldn’t miss the chance to attack our lost merchant ship,” Bailuo said. “Firstly, a few pirates come, they don’t come back, then more and more follow until possibly after a few attempts, Sigurian himself will take action.”

Launching a direct attack on Skull Island also belonged to one of the tactics, specially arranged by his uncle.

However, it was one of the more troublesome and difficult tactics amongst many.

They were unaware of Sig’s exact military strength, and acting rashly would only alarm the enemy, carrying too high a risk.

“But there are advantages, aren’t there?”

His senior sister said, “We’re not short on time; we can test several times.”

“If today’s plan fails and doesn’t lure Sig out, or if anything unexpected happens, only we are involved, and we can retreat at any time without leaving any trace.”

So it was like a no-risk business, fight if they want, leave if they want.

If they failed, they wouldn’t have to be responsible; no side effects—why not give it a try?

‘Maybe it will work out?!’

Those were his uncle’s exact words, but Bailuo still felt it was overly optimistic: “Well, let’s give it a try.”

There were many kinds of plans, some relying on luck, others with very high chances of success.

Within these plans, his senior sister’s Legendary Relic, ‘Eternal Lake’s Holy Grail,’ was crucial.

His senior sister had a special teleportation ability—Gate of Avalon.

But since they were half a month’s sailing distance from Yatun Island, it was too far.

Without having relocated Lake Avalon, his senior sister was unable to directly open the Gate of Avalon here; instead, they had to use the power of the Holy Grail to teleport the group.

And they only had one opportunity per day.

“I hope this plan fails, actually.”

Bailuo said, “Don’t forget our aim, aside from catching Sigurian, is also to give our Yatun Army a chance at real combat.”

His senior sister had the Holy Grail, and opening the Gate of Avalon would only take 10 minutes.

In other words, as long as the Yatun Army could hold on for ten minutes, they could safely retreat.

Of course, apart from a very few adult Yadun, Bailuo hadn’t informed them of his senior sister’s capabilities.

It was a form of pressure for them as well.

Only by experiencing life and death could the People of Yatun truly grow.

“We’re nearly there.”

Ahead, fog was hazily spread.

“In a moment, don’t make any noise, in case there are monitoring-type Offspring of Miracle here.”

“Understood!”

Fiona and Elsa nodded hurriedly, and all the Fairies disguised themselves as ordinary animals and hid.

This place was the notorious Devil’s Sea in this maritime region, easy to enter but no exit, and legend had it, inhabited by countless terrifying Sea Monsters, a graveyard for ships.

Yet to Bailuo and his senior sister, the fog in this place might as well not exist.

The eyes of both shimmered faintly with a pale golden light; the Power of Avalon of the Crown Masters had already seen through everything.

Half an hour later, on Skull Island.

“That chick last time was really hot.”

Two Pirates were patrolling; they appeared no different from ordinary people, but all who could live on Skull Island were without exception the Miracle Citizens of Morgan.

So one must never mistake them for common folk—who knows, on removing their hats, whether they’d turn into horrifying living seafood.

“Look at how inexperienced you are, that’s nothing!”

A Pirate with a somewhat large mouth teased, “I tell you, the Sea Mist Floral Pavilion is the paradise of bliss.”

“Sea Mist Floral Pavilion? What is that place?”

“That’s the Eastern Pirate King’s turf, you’ve been recently transferred from the Second Lady’s command, so you don’t know. Last time the boss was praised by the Old Man, he got happy and took us there for a trip.”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

The large-mouthed chubby Pirate reminisced with a full face of longing, “Now that’s what you call beauty, soft and tender, squishable enough to squeeze out water.”

“Just too small up top.”

“Too small?”

“After all, they’re barbarians from overseas, their figures are particularly poor, but oh the delicacy… it truly is delicate…”