Black Sail
Chapter 191: CXCI. Regain Heaven

Chapter 191: CXCI. Regain Heaven

In the ninth train carriage.

"Where are Liszt and the others?"

Shadi asked Meredith and Weber.

Lu came along too, more concerned about the safety of her companions.

"They’re clearing the Magic Puppets up front, heading towards the locomotive, aren’t there that disfigured face and the werewolf too?"

Meredith didn’t see everyone accounted for.

"They’re at the rear, clearing those iron clunkers."

Shadi took a long breath. He’d made a special trip to check out this situation, the view outside the window fleeting. The train was moving at extremely high speeds, and if things weren’t sorted out immediately, they would derail.

"Liszt said within ten minutes, now there’s just over seven minutes left. Regardless of those two, let’s also head to the locomotive."

Meredith made a decision.

Shadi nodded, time was everything.

Meanwhile.

In the nineteenth carriage.

Morison came to the edge and saw Rein collapsed on the ground, a fatal wound. He’d been hit right in the heart; even for a werewolf’s tough skin and thick flesh, when a weapon penetrated seven or eight centimeters, the fragile heart, pierced just slightly and damaged the myocardium, would lead to a swift death.

His face was calm as he clicked his tongue.

Seemed like he had to bring out his trump card.

"Without your comedy acts, how will you compensate me?"

Morison was truly annoyed.

It was a pity he had no sword at hand.

Otherwise...

One swipe would have been enough to kill.

But a brutal killing would do as well.

Bang!

The Special Large Bow shot another arrow explosively, withering all in its path. Even a mature White Frost Giant Falcon would burst into a blood rain—let alone a human.

For some reason, a boundless killing intent struck Grim, as if some spell penetrating the soul forecasted imminent death. A terrifying fear drilled into his mind, but there was no fluctuation of spell power.

It was just instinct.

The pure animal nature that surged through him when faced with a life-threatening situation—the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

Grim abruptly felt this.

Morison was serious now.

His lance spun wildly in his hands, stabbing upward like a madman and sweeping across, lifting countless one-centimeter thick iron shavings from the steel exterior of the carriage.

Thousands of iron shavings flew towards the lance’s arrows.

Clang, clang, clang...

Sparks furiously burst forth, enough to blind someone in the extreme winds generated by the train’s two-hundred-meter-per-second speed. Morison, like a ghostly apparition, left blurs in his wake.

Countless iron shavings scattered faster than bullets.

They managed to slow down the unmatched power of the lance, and then he casually seized it with his other hand, dual-wielding the lance.

As Morison released a mechanism on his crocodile skin jacket,

Clang, clang, clang...

Short swords, daggers, sleeve knives, Wing Blades, hunting shotguns, Arm Armors, and so on—all weapons clattered to the ground. He removed all the weight of the weapons from his body, pulling his speed to its fastest.

Without the weight of metal, the crocodile skin jacket’s hem fluttered in the wind.

"Catch this!"

As the dual lances swept through the air...

A sky-full of iron rain shot faster than bullets, fiercer than a Bed Crossbow, and the howling sounded like cries from Hell’s blade torture chamber.

Even Grim, who had seen many battles, had never witnessed such a spectacle. He used his Special Large Bow as a shield, its sides equipped with blades also used in close combat. With tremendous strength, he swept through the iron rain, tearing open a gap.

But Morison had already charged within the wind, coming for him.

He was like a phantom, rushing straight towards Grim.

Grim also drew twin guns from his Arrow Pouch, and the melee became chaotic. Short-range combat ensued, the same weapons clashing at the same speed. In the blink of an eye, there had been over a hundred exchanges, but in terms of strength, Morison was always significantly outmatched.

Seeing that he was falling behind, flung ten meters away by one of Grim’s shots,

Morison once again deployed the ghastly skill.

It wasn’t just wood that could be manipulated in such a strange manner; even steel, bolstered by sharp weapons, could be moved in extremely bizarre ways.

"How is this possible!"

In an instant, Morison had vanished from sight, and Grim scanned the surroundings.

It was an utterly desperate ringing sound.

Two long spears spun madly outside the carriage, Morison himself having become a rotating blade that spiraled from all directions to slay his opponents, swift as a flying shuttle.

It was as if the entire roof of the carriage was nothing more than a cutting board now dominated by the cutting domain.

The fight had escalated to a fever pitch.

Life and death would soon be decided.

Grim was completely overwhelmed, barely managing to defend himself. The carriage’s exterior was gouged with ravines, and with a snap! His arm burst open with a gash that spewed fresh blood, followed by a stab to his calf.

He furrowed his brows in concentration.

Grim bore the heavy responsibility of protecting Alanee, his body imbued with an evil Magic Technique that could consume all remaining lifespan once activated, against which few in the world could stand.

He hesitated whether to use it or to unleash all his potential and have a fair fight with this monster.

But no one could have anticipated what happened next.

The piercing cold wind chilled to the bone.

"Hey! Don’t act like I’m dead, bastard."

Rein grabbed Alanee, pinning her in front of him with a claw pressing against her neck, sharp nails already drawing blood.

"What?"

Grim couldn’t believe it; he was sure he had killed him.

But in a moment of hesitation.

Snap!

Grim was impaled through the thigh by Morison’s spear, pinning him atop the carriage, with the spear tip pressing against his throat. Even in this kind of fight, Morison’s breathing became slightly rapid.

"Heh, you were acting pretty tough just now, fuck."

Rein fished a cigarette from his clothes, lit it with a match, and took a deep, rasping drag. This guy was truly fucking twisted. Blood flowed from the webbing of Morison’s hands where they had split open; even the invincible Brother Sha had taken damage in the fight.

"I thought we were done for, tsk."

Morison clicked his tongue. Without the other to split the loot with, he didn’t mind, but wasn’t this just a waste of expressions?

The doctors in Yunxi City weren’t quacks; it wasn’t that the stethoscope was placed incorrectly, but Rein had situs inversus with his heart on the right side.

Rein never imagined that he would have survived all those years ago while escorting a birthday gift for the Minister of Aran, thanks to his unusual physiology, and fled overseas.

Aran was truly an evil place.

The same fucking scene played out again. He would never come back to this godforsaken place.

The storm had passed. Now the situation was completely under the control of the two of them. The woman might be kept to ransom for money and be taken as a hostage, but this man could be done without.

Morison was about to make his move.

"Don’t kill him; you want money, right? I have plenty of it. Take me as the hostage; it’s more than enough for ten lifetimes," Alanee said, taking a deep breath, biting her lip, tears of self-reproach welling in the corners of her eyes. She blamed herself for being so willful – if only she had listened to Grim and gone straight back, they wouldn’t be in this situation.

"Ten lifetimes?"

Rein was profoundly shocked; this woman truly was someone of uncommon status—all the more so on this train, where every passenger was a noble and she had her own private compartment.

"Do you know who she is? Let her go now!"

Grim never thought he would fall in such a place. It was all over—he had failed in his duty and would have no other choice but to offer his life in apology upon his return.

"Who is she?"

Morison asked casually.

At this very moment, within four separate carriage segments.

Claude fought desperately alone against the Magic Puppet, his companions’ burden sufficing to not betray him – he had no expectations of their usefulness.

Damn it, where had Fen gone, and why hadn’t he come back yet?

Inside the mechanical room in the center of the train’s head, intricate machinery operated, and beneath the pier, space was suffused with hot mist, the temperature exceedingly high.

Fen had once fooled Joshua with a Shifting of the Spiritual Body, but discovered the control panel had been destroyed. Joshua never planned to apply the brakes; he had sabotaged the controller.

Now the only option was to stop the train forcibly by destroying all the components in the mechanical room.

"So that’s how it is...

Even if we do come to a stop, I’m confident.

I’ll kill you all.

This is your last chance.

Otherwise, what awaits you is not just justice, but my own personal vendetta."

Joshua’s expression was solemn as he stood on the pier of the mechanical room.

Why don’t these people understand?

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