Black Sail
Chapter 193: CXCIII. Joshua of the Cold Ridge

Chapter 193: CXCIII. Joshua of the Cold Ridge

Inside the third car.

The white-skinned man and his girlfriend were trembling like quails.

By the time Liszt and his group arrived there, the university crew members were all crying with tears streaming down their faces, their eyes red and swollen.

The people from the Western Continent were relatively stronger psychologically.

The white-skinned man and his girlfriend had never experienced such a scene, except once, ten years ago in the Northern Prison, when the man was completely distraught, his eyes glazed over, while the woman’s makeup was smeared by her tears.

Liszt simply didn’t have time to deal with these pathetic characters; all he wanted to do was lend General Fen a hand with his blade.

But just then.

"Mo Yutong... why would they take you with them?"

The white-skinned man had already lost his wits and was communicating with Mo Yutong in English.

Mo Yutong clenched her fists tight, these two, they truly deserved to die!

Liszt paused upon hearing this.

According to Sharon, besides William and Mu Ran, there were three other accomplices, one of which was a woman by that name, not to mention the familiar English.

It’s like finding something after searching everywhere for it, and today, I’ll be sending her off.

"Feels good, doesn’t it, having the power in your hands, wanting to kill whoever you want, all of you... high and mighty now."

Liszt sheathed the Junlin Sword and took out the Double-headed Chain Mace with his left hand; he didn’t plan to say anything more.

These scum didn’t deserve communication.

Damn them, utterly treacherous.

The pupils of the white-skinned man and his girlfriend dilated in shock, how could this be possible!

"Are you... are you Liszt?"

Remembering the warrant from that day and looking at Liszt’s facial features, and the stubble that peeked from beneath his mask, they recognized him.

"Your grandfather is right here."

Liszt charged forward, the Double-headed Chain Mace already smashing towards the man’s head.

The white-skinned man hurriedly used his hands to block.

He was just an ordinary person.

The chain’s arc twisted, and the spiked iron ball smashed heavily onto his skull.

Bang!

Blood splattered, his skullcap shattered, and after several more swings of the chain mace, the part above his neck turned into droplets falling, gushing out; he collapsed to the ground, dead.

His girlfriend, far from feeling any sympathy, was weakened by fear, stumbling backward as she spoke filthy words, offering to become Liszt’s slave, to serve him and the like.

Never had she imagined that herself, with a trust fund, would fall to such a state today.

"You poisonous woman!"

Bang!

The short-handled axe struck her face, the blade embedding five or six centimeters deep, killing her instantly, the body slumping to the ground, blood pooling around.

The entire crew car erupted in shouts.

Mo Yutong was gasping for breath; Liszt had already turned around to look at her. Was it her turn now?

Not only Gawain, but Meredith also felt profound guilt during these moments; with their help, Liszt had slaughtered two defenseless ordinary people.

"Wasn’t it said that as long as you don’t kill civilians, don’t kill men of benevolence and righteousness, killing them was just that, but now?"

Claude also felt heavy with sin; if it hadn’t been at Heaven Port...

Perhaps he would have taken his men to find another place.

"These two were no men of benevolence and righteousness, now’s not the time to explain," Liszt finally noticed this girl named Mo Yutong following his group, "Why is she with you?"

"General Fen said, this woman is useful."

Claude was skeptical about Liszt’s words, knowing by now that he was a shrewd schemer.

"Step aside."

Liszt decided to chop it off swiftly, to clear any hidden dangers for Sharon.

Mo Yutong’s mind was flooded with thoughts, distilling the keywords.

"All the classmates who were hunted down, I released half of them, right there in the Arcane Academy of Pedan Kingdom, available for confrontation at any time. I’m not one of them."

Mo Yutong watched as Liszt got closer and closer, and told the truth.

Liszt briefly entered a Murphys state, stunned for two seconds.

"You really can blow it, this is what you said—if it doesn’t match up later..."

Liszt made a throat-slitting gesture.

Three minutes later.

The train engine had been completely destroyed under the power of "Great Skill," and the carriages without a power source couldn’t move an inch on the tracks.

Prior to this, the leaden, overcast sky had already shown signs of rain.

With a gust of chilly wind, light rain fell from ten thousand meters above, piercing through into countless fine lines, hammering down in disarray.

He had brought nearly fifty pirates, controlling the nobles on the train, in preparation to extort money later.

Liszt and his group stepped out of the carriage, onto the scattered rubble alongside the tracks, circling around to the front of the wrecked train engine.

Just needed to kill this last person, then they could bag the money and head back home.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the dark heavens and earth.

The desolate wilderness, the towering, bizarre Wind Erosion Rock columns like a maze, the mysterious mist over the shadows of distant mountain ranges, with purple and blue lightning moving at the edge of the sky, thunder rumbling.

Torrential rain fell, across the open wilderness, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, and on the lone, cold iron tracks, stood a man.

No way!

Liszt’s throat rolled, sensing an extremely ominous premonition, like the scene of a damn Boss battlefield.

Joshua, already somewhat aged, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his hair and black sergeant uniform soaked by the sudden rain, held a pitch-black briefcase in his left hand.

Seemingly an extremely strictly trained soldier, standing there at that age, straighter than any sculpture, with a terrifying presence, he had sustained some damage in the previous battle, with claw marks scratched by sharp nails on his right forearm.

Fen’s left hand was a bloody mess, suffering some side effects after casting the "Great Skill," breathing heavily.

"As the conductor of this train, I should be responsible for the safety of all passengers, but for the sake of the nation, the Emperor’s authority, it might be necessary to sacrifice some other things."

Facing the large group before him, each member exceptional, Joshua showed not a hint of fear.

Who would have thought that whether it was the Security Guards, or the Magic Puppets, even the noble guards are useless, not to mention those ivory tower operators.

Joshua had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

"Damn it, we were only after the money; everything could have ended peacefully, take the money and leave. But you had to make it like this, nobody wants this, stop being stubborn, lets us give you a quick end."

Liszt wanted to say something more, but with the precedent set in the secret port, he held it in.

"Damn...I know who he is, I’ve encountered him at court. Although now retired, he used to be a Sergeant in the Aran Energy Department!"

Claude, already somewhat weak, was now fully alert.

"The Aran Energy Department?"

Liszt was dumbfounded again—he had certainly heard of it. The Emperor had created numerous military, police, and special forces, among them, the most infamous being the Tax Army of the Aran National Bank, and then the closely tied to the value of the Golden Dragon, the Energy Department.

Another damn retired vassal, another damn sergeant.

Liszt became bewildered, this isn’t damn happening again, is it?

Joshua glanced at his watch.

"It’s now 2:45 in the afternoon; we were supposed to arrive at Chenxi Port tomorrow morning, but it seems that’s not possible now. At least by tomorrow night, I’ll bring your bodies to the Judicial Hall; that way, I can report back."

Joshua lowered his arm, his tone icy.

Swan had already thrown out the Hidden Weapon, two Flying Needles shooting out, but when they got close to Joshua, they were corroded into iron dust by a strange green Evil Power.

"Don’t get too cocky."

Liszt summoned the Junlin Sword, this guy looked indeed explosive, but could he be more ferocious than the Radiant Knight from seven hundred years ago?

Blood seeped from the palms of both his hands, the black and dark red Junlin Sword, tightly gripped in both hands.

This wasn’t a simple math problem of one plus one, it was an exponential leap.