Black Sail
Chapter 230: CCXXX. Massacre

Chapter 230: CCXXX. Massacre

Snow and wind swayed, the sky was dark, outside the Desolate Church, the square was illuminated by firelight for a moment.

Even though the accuracy of the smoothbore gun wasn’t good,

the sheer number overwhelmed, turning anyone into a sieve.

Two Junlin Swords were summoned and crossed into an X-shape, protecting the vital areas of the head and torso.

Bang, bang, bang!

The bullets melted upon touching the swords, but Liszt’s arms and legs were hit by more than a dozen shots, his shoulder was pierced, and a bullet grazed his face, spurting blood plasma.

Even though he was not hit in the vitals, Liszt could no longer move, severely wounded.

Yet, those bullet holes were eroded with strange black and red smoke, even the bullets embedded in his flesh and bones seemed to be consumed by it.

The two swords surged with differently colored mists, rapidly condensing at the blade tips, and with a fierce slash, six arcs of unparalleled cursed light soared through the air.

Touch and die.

Jeremy’s underlings didn’t have such superior reflexes, quick enough to even dodge bullets; in an instant, more than twenty men were bisected.

But no corpses remained, those touched by the strange arcs, unstoppable spell power obliterated them instantly, turning to ashes in the wind, drifting along with the snowflakes.

A light arc flashed by Jeremy’s side, and he saw a person disperse into the wind, he instinctively stepped back few steps, how is this possible?

It was only those two times in Londen City and Yunxi City.

Since Liszt hadn’t made a move in the East Sea Domain after gains were made, these people had no idea of his prowess, thinking he was on the same level as a Gold Level adventurer.

The rest of Jeremy’s underlings were scared witless.

These degenerate criminals, barely even plundering ships, drug-addict planters, how could they have a combat will comparable to Aran’s regular army?

None dared to advance.

The man known as the Scanna Peninsula’s Meat Grinder, without additional income recently, had seen a significant drop in his living standards, the only option was to chop down the man before him.

The clang of metal rang out, dual-wielding a double-edged battle axe scraping out sparks, intimidating Liszt.

The response was several flying slashes.

Witnessing the horror, the huge man wasn’t as cumbersome as he looked, he dodged by stepping to the side and leaping.

The fifty-pound axes, treated as throwing weapons, wildly spun through the air, the fierce wind tearing through snow, the humming as if to smash iron itself.

Liszt simply stood still.

"I’ll show you what a real flying axe is."

Bang!

Liszt had trained to, not needing to overlap with the Blood-red Ghost Shadow, divide his attention to use it.

A ghostly blood hand extended from Liszt’s shoulder caught the flying axe steadily, effortlessly, not stepping back even half a step.

The ghostly hand arm threw fiercely.

The surrounding wind and snow burst apart creating a vacuum of ten meters, withering and destructing like a cannonball being shot, too fast, merely a whirling arc flashing by.

Even the huge man clad in iron armor, weighing over three hundred pounds, was directly breached, flung dozens of meters away, crashing through two trees.

Only then did he stop, just a tattered iron armor filled with bits of organs and flesh soup, dead beyond death.

The ones fighting Liszt were remnants of the Witch Hunting Secret Department’s former poison, entrusted by the Emperor with the safety of transport weaponry, that kind of level was required to suppress it, but harming him was still hard.

These crooked pirates.

Having also obtained the second Junlin Sword from Sefer, this was a massacre.

The Skull Club also had some brave souls, even if not elite, there were skilled ones, seven or eight continued to charge in, their eyeballs bulging with blood vessels.

Liszt’s swordsmanship had come a long way, having hovered on the edge of life and death in two major battles, even a fool could improve.

Not to mention his innate combat abilities, even without the Junlin Sword, chopping down a dozen people with an axe would be no issue, otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived those years when he couldn’t even understand the language.

As the sword danced, cutting through metal and iron, nothing uncuttable, touch and die, these were skilled fighters, not mere ruffians, still unable to defend against the tricky slashes amidst the melee.

Black ghost shadows leaped into existence, the terrifying parries causing both their ulna and radius bones to pierce through their skin, rendering their hands useless. A reverse grip delivered two swift slashes that turned them instantly to ash, dancing with the snow.

This was never a fair fight.

The Flying Leopard moved as fast as a specter, clad in leather armor except for the boots which were iron, engraved with bizarre silver runes that allowed it to leverage the air for a surprise attack from behind.

This tall, agile Leopard Man from Aisnor Province descended swiftly out of sight from Liszt.

The shadow had gone to block the mad rush of attacks coming from the front.

Liszt had come prepared for a last stand; someone had already run to the church to report, and they were about 300 meters from the edge of the square, and he needed to kill everyone within half a minute.

He was only asking for time, forcefully taking a slash on the shoulder so powerful it cleaved away half his scapula, spewing plasma, but as long as he held the Junlin Sword close.

Crack!

The sword tip pierced into what was called the Flying Leopard’s thigh, and in an instant, it dispersed with the wind, the curse within the sword unstoppable.

The morale of one man was so overpowering that those in front froze, not daring to move, while the underlings of Jeremy began to fall back in haste toward the church.

After all, most of their backbone was watching that Vampire.

Jeremy never imagined that Liszt, who had never acted before, could be so terrifyingly effective, and he immediately thought of retreating, turning to run.

"What trash, Skull Club is merely a motley crew, relying on the slight edge given by Doringger supplying hallucinogenic plants to bully the soft and fear the hard farmers."

Henry, the elder brother of the Twin Pirates, spoke coldly.

The two captains, identical twins, where the elder one had a face easily recognized by the scars from a tiger’s swipe.

Both had once been Major Generals of Aran, and without a powerful family or a way out, they fought a losing battle despite having ample resources and manpower. According to the rules of the Aran Military, this did not mean a demotion but execution, which had led them to flee overseas.

"Come on!"

Henry shouted, urging Liszt to make a move.

Not only did Liszt’s face show injuries, but he was also covered in his own blood, solely cauterized by the Junlin Sword.

"Do you know Edmond and Zahak?"

Liszt threatened Henry.

Henry frowned; of course, he had heard these two names, one the monthly champion of the Imperial Arena, and the other, a disciple of the Sword King, was extremely well-known.

"Now that I’ve told you, it doesn’t matter, you’re going to be dead anyway."

Liszt was in a hurry.

Blood-red Ghost Shadows wrapped around his legs, their speed enhanced to an absurd level, many times faster than a cheetah, charging forward with dual sword-blades.

Henry hadn’t recovered from the shock of previous words when Liszt was already upon him, his instinctive reaction allowing him to dodge the fierce sword blades with exceptional agility.

Seizing an opportunity, he lunged forward with a sword, sparks flying in the night.

But Liszt had no time to waste here.

"You’re far from Edmond’s level, no wonder you lose battles..."

A dark shadow parried his move.

Shortly, Liszt’s arms moved fluidly like flowing water, cutting out nineteen swords in one breath.

If it were just ordinary blades,

There might have been something worth seeing.

Unfortunately, this was the Junlin Sword.

Murderous and heart-wrenching.

Henry couldn’t block it, instantly bursting apart, reduced to countless specks of dust.

Liszt rushed towards Jeremy with a surprising speed, his body under high strain, the surface temperature so high that the blood couldn’t even solidify, still emitting smoke.

Jeremy knew he couldn’t escape and pulled out a sunstone from his pocket.

Immediately, the intense light blinded Liszt, causing him to falter slightly.

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