Black Sail
Chapter 197: CXCVII. King’s Device

Chapter 197: CXCVII. King’s Device

Joshua realized he could no longer delay.

The final burst.

To kill everyone.

Spiritual bodies swung all the blades, creating a cascade of sparks beneath the wildly spinning gears of his own Arm Armor, an imposing momentum that reached its peak.

The screaming high-frequency weapon, even louder than the torrential rain, tortured everyone’s brains with a demonic resonance, and around Joshua a vacuum formed amid the rain and vibrations.

Liszt was dumbfounded, "Does it ever fucking end?"

This guy was on par with Marcus, but without any disabilities, and he wasn’t that old either, yet he was somehow even more ferocious.

Joshua stood on the rail tracks, isolated from the rain.

The train couldn’t move anyway, so it didn’t matter if the track was damaged.

Nine weapons, two incarnations of Joshua, rotated around him, indiscriminately slashing in a high-frequency, explosive whirlwind of sword energy, ravaging in every direction.

Within nearly a hundred meters, there was a vacuum without rain; sword energies ripped through the ground, bursting the tracks layer by layer, the wooden planks below were tossed aside, and countless stone fragments shattered into a wave that obscured vision.

Morison could only defend himself, with no time to care for anything else.

As this terrifying ultimate attack was about to chop down everyone.

Liszt stood at the forefront, the shadow of the Junlin Sword surged wildly, parrying and weakening this supremely tyrannical sword energy, but still, the residual waves released were destructively unstoppable, like a landslide.

Shadi, Swan, and Meredith desperately defended Fen, who was preparing something, each with several gruesome gashes open on their bodies.

"Again!"

Joshua’s summoned Spiritual Body overlapped with his own, as though he had four arms, his body filled with the evil power he had been saving for this moment to burst forth.

Liszt’s forehead beaded with sweat, another blow like that and he truly wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

The half-minute Fen mentioned was just because he didn’t dare be overconfident; it was a conservative estimate of the latest possible time.

Now, they had held out for a bit over twenty seconds.

He took out the Netherworld Stele Fragments he carried, uncapping the bag to reveal the corner of an unknown black material, the main body unseen.

Considering the terrible power of the King’s Device, Fen didn’t dare to use a High Order Spell, only basic Soul Arrows.

He didn’t know what would happen next.

Having used two girls from the Miracle of Suffering as a medium for compensation, the spell power coursing from Mo Yutong and Izumi’s hands connected to the Netherworld Stele in Fen’s grasp.

Their condition was dire, blood completely drained from their bodies, lips pale, nostrils bleeding black blood.

"Annihilate..."

Fen whispered softly.

The Magic.

Was already cast.

But nothing happened.

Just as Fen thought it was ineffective.

Due to the oppressive aura of the relic, which had already activated a slight amount of power, the rain pouring down from above suddenly stopped as if gravity had been lost, countless droplets suspended mid-air.

This bizarre spectacle was too eerie, as if they were in a completely disordered space.

But under the pressure of the Black Stele, everyone felt dizzy, nauseous, with ringing ears.

Not understanding what was happening, they yelled at Fen for answers.

But all voices were erased, utter silence, even the resonating Maple Forest behind Joshua had no sound.

Everything seemed muted.

Filled only with a silent, ghastly howling from a far and empty void.

Amidst the absolute silence, Joshua experienced nothing but ringing ears, as he was locked down by Fen’s spell.

The next second.

Just an ordinary purple Soul Arrow flew out from Fen’s hand.

Joshua tried to dodge.

But he couldn’t tell if it was an illusion; it felt like invisible hands were pressing down on him from behind, unresponsive to his commands, his consciousness in a state between dreaming and waking.

In the silence.

An ordinary Soul Arrow pierced through Joshua’s chest, without a sound.

Immediately.

The downpour resumed, pattering down, as Mo Yutong and Izumi collapsed, unconscious.

An earth-shattering boom.

Behind Joshua, a fissure too fine to see split open, the ground cut in half and slightly arched upward.

Perhaps that could no longer be described as Joshua.

It was impossible for human eyes to perceive how he had transformed into that state, not even in a split second.

There was only a V-shaped bloodstain, spraying more than ten meters away, with not even a piece of torn clothing left behind. He had simply been...

Erased.

All had returned to calmness.

It happened so fast, as if the conductor of the Pioneer had never intercepted them at all.

The group stared dumbfounded, disbelieving.

The incident felt like nothing more than a dream.

But the truth was indeed so, the Joshua who had been slaughtering left and right just a moment ago had been annihilated, not even knowing how he died.

Fen took a deep breath and quickly covered the Black Stele with a Sealing Demon Stone, then wrapped it up and tied a dead knot on the bag.

"It’s over."

Liszt walked somewhat dazedly over to that narrow crack, only as thick as a finger and a few centimeters high, but it extended who knows how far.

With this object, and Fafna.

Things... had become terrifying.

"General Fen is now... Divine Fen."

Shadi did not know how else to describe it.

Gawain and his companions were somewhat scared silly. Who exactly were these people?

Swan scratched the back of his head.

He had taken advantage of his position to infiltrate one of the Thief Guild’s treasuries. He did not know about the Stele that Diaz had, but only wanted to steal Diaz’s most treasured possessions to dampen his spirits.

In the end, he stole what lay at the bottom of the chest, and later, through Fen, he learned of the enormity of this object.

"Fuck."

Morison held back for a while and managed to utter these two words.

In Londen City, on the night that Swan handed over the object, what Fen had said was no joke. If pieced together completely, they could open the Gate of Netherworld, command the infinite aggrieved souls and various demons of this world, invincible in attack and undefeatable in war, dominating the Western Continent was within easy reach.

Liszt understood only one thing.

Diaz would send people over again.

But all that was for later consideration.

The tough job was done.

"There’s no resistance left, let’s grab the money, and make a quick getaway."

Liszt sheathed the Junlin Sword.

But there was no great joy, just a feeling of relief, knowing that he was playing bigger and bigger stakes; from now on, he would face more difficulty, and he would be at the mercy of the entire Black Sail.

Running headlong down the road of desperation.

He surveyed the surroundings; nearly everyone was somewhat injured.

The others were manageable, but Gawain, Claude, and the two women couldn’t walk. They needed to be carried.

Now, they had to follow the tracks back to Mika as fast as possible.

"This is damn awesome."

Weber caught on late, but he ranted.

Morison glanced at the briefcase on the ground and the scattered weapons. Once packed, these were great items to have.

Liszt returned to the carriage, with his crew of pirates began to collect their wealth.

These nobles only wanted to end this nightmarish day; the jewelry of noblewomen and ladies were all stripped off, and earrings were violently torn off.

However, the pirates proceeded to "search" them to see if anything was hidden, shamelessly taking advantage.

Golden Dragon coins also spilled out in abundance.

Every pirate’s face was filled with a blissful smile.

Liszt supervised the work, his earlier fears swept away, as it was truly a sack of money being filled every second, with dozens of Golden Dragons accumulating in an instant, along with precious jewelry.

"We’re all set, completely set!"

Some pirates even wept with joy, as there was plenty for indulging in wild debauchery and reckless gambling once more.

Yet, Liszt still had unresolved matters.

He counted; aside from that couple, Mo Yutong, William, and Mu Ran should still be on the train. They needed to be pulled out and chopped up.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you," said Morison, still shaken by the terror of the Stele. He only remembered now, "The last carriage has some important people. You better go check it out."

"Who is it?"

Liszt relaxed a bit, took out a cigarette, struck a match, and took a deep drag.