Black Sail
Chapter 231: CCXXXI. New Marriage Victory

Chapter 231: CCXXXI. New Marriage Victory

Liszt crushed the sunstone with his foot.

Jeremy raised a large swath of snow with his scimitar to continue obstructing his vision.

He had discovered the pattern: he had to get up-close to deliver a fatal strike; those strange ghostly apparitions were too terrifying, almost unsolvable.

Jeremy drew a small knife and, taking advantage of Liszt being blinded, thrust it towards Liszt’s throat from a blind spot.

But Liszt’s combat experience was immensely rich; he sensed the direction of the attack through the swirling wind and snow and dodged the vital point.

Crack!

The knife pierced directly above his chest. Jeremy, having escaped death many times himself, used all his strength to slice towards Liszt’s lungs and heart, blood gushing out like a flood.

Liszt...

Was short on time.

Two blood-red misty arms pressed down on Jeremy’s head, popping it like a balloon.

Bang...

It split open like a watermelon, the red chunks of flesh and juice flowing down, as Jeremy, already powerless, knelt on the ground and then collapsed completely, stone dead.

But there were other small fries running towards the church.

It seemed his injuries were somewhat severe; the Junlin Sword also drained his energy, and the wound on his chest didn’t immediately heal.

Liszt retracted the Junlin Sword and picked up a pirate scimitar from the ground.

Their morale had completely collapsed.

He entwined ghostly shadows around his legs, chopping and slicing his way through, leaving no survivors as they almost reached the stairs outside the church.

They were all chopped up into minced meat by Liszt.

The remaining twenty or so soldiers, none daring to defy this godlike killer, scattered towards the woods in a panic. Liszt, standing in the square, didn’t want to wait a second longer.

He rushed up the stairs.

And inside the church.

Dimly lit by torches, it was a literal purgatory.

Although Jeremy was dead, it wasn’t at all as he had anticipated.

Dreya had come to eliminate the Skull Club. With the annoyance of flies during the festivities, it greatly affected her mood. She had used magic to control the people at the defensive positions outside the castle, coming here to eliminate the main characters.

Having an obsession with cleanliness, adhering to the principle of not getting a single drop of blood on her, she had managed until now. These ten or so core members, and one Gu Master, had some capabilities.

Those sunstone arrays were useful, but only a little. They were merely a one-time encounter matter.

There were still plenty of people outside waiting to be dealt with by her, with only this last one remaining.

There were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

In life, all of them were people with status in the underworld, none of them mere mortals who could have imagined they would fall here.

"Do you even deserve to be called a magician? Where are your familiars? Your forbidden magic?"

Dreya found it somewhat boring, not even close to that little spectacled one.

She was naturally referring to Fen.

The Gu Master was already scared out of his wits, his eyes dull and trembling.

"Game over."

Dreya snapped her fingers.

It was an extremely horrifying scene. All the blood on the ground seemed to come alive, swirling close to the ground and congealing together. Flesh from the corpses also started to move, stirring together with the twelve Skull Club and Twin Group master’s corpses into a Blood Pool, from which three hound-like bizarre creatures emerged, crawling on all fours, with several mouths full of serrated fangs on their heads, madly running towards the last person.

They opened their terrifyingly huge mouths and savagely tore at him, brutally.

Terribly shrill screams ensued.

Dreya couldn’t stand to listen.

"Shh..."

Dreya gestured for silence, and the entire church fell completely quiet.

Within a few seconds, not even scraps were left.

Dreya snapped her fingers again, and the hounds completely dissipated. The entire church was extremely clean, not a drop of blood remained.

But still, her brows furrowed slightly. She took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed a few times, only then did her brows smooth out.

Bang!

Liszt kicked open the two large iron doors of the church with one foot, kicking up some dust. Covered in blood, he hurried over, gasping for air.

Yet inside, the scene...

Dreya was leisurely spraying perfume.

Fuck.

Behind Liszt, other than himself, there was no one but a scattered assembly of corpses.

Dreya looked at the blood-covered Liszt, his right chest still bleeding due to the intense movement, his face gradually overlapping with that of the clumsy burglar who had broken into her room four years ago.

Liszt was still somewhat uneasy, scanning the area with the dim light of the torch, but he couldn’t see a member of either the Skull Club or the Twin Group. It was really odd—had Dreya taken care of them all?

"You came alone..."

Dreya suddenly realized something.

Liszt only felt a pain in his chest, not because he was fucking moved, but because the mad woman hugging him was squeezing the blood out of him.

"Hiss..."

Liszt inhaled sharply.

"You said it was just a fake marriage, just getting by day-to-day, didn’t you?"

Dreya, being the age she was, naturally wasn’t some young girl to cry and wail, her tone also slightly resentful and a bit shaky.

"Heh, who cares about you, I was just passing by."

Liszt didn’t mind; the mad woman clung on tight. Now he really was an imbecile.

Dreya, feeling the warmth on her face, also let go of her grasp, unable to wipe the blood from her face in time to look at the wound on Liszt’s chest.

Because he had pushed himself to the limit all the way here, his strength rapidly depleted, and though the wound was slowly burning and healing, visibly closing, the process was very slow.

For a moment, Dreya felt extremely guilty. She definitely shouldn’t have gotten involved, telling him was enough. Those people must have set a trap for her husband, having him come alone.

All her fault.

Now Dreya was dead serious. With a lift of her slender arms, the hinges of the two iron doors of the church broke off, flying out a few meters and crashing heavily to the ground.

She wanted the leaders of the Skull Club and the Twin Group to suffer a fate worse than death.

But Liszt had slaughtered them all.

Even with so much rage, there was nowhere to unleash it.

"I’m off then, just on my way. I’m strolling around."

Liszt felt it was pointless, dropped the scimitar, and covered his chest, slowly walking out of the church.

Dreya grabbed Liszt’s hand, held it between hers, and held it to her face.

What she hated the most was Liszt’s old three tricks; at this time, better save it.

"Sandwich, you can have as many layers as you want to eat."

Dreya spoke in an extremely tender voice, with a stunning smile, saying explosive words.

Liszt took an abrupt 180-degree turn in attitude.

"You’re my real wife..."

Liszt sighed deeply, no longer having the strength for any drastic action.

And ten minutes before.

Inside the Black Sail Inn.

The relationship between Dreya and Liszt was also delicate, and she probably didn’t have much connection with the Black Sail folks. Seeing that Liszt had not finished dealing with whatever the issue was for so long, Goria felt more and more that something was wrong.

Her thoughts were close to the fact.

She just felt she had been so stupid, not realizing it from the start.

Fen was the First Officer of Black Sail and quickly informed him.

Fen didn’t touch tobacco or alcohol, and his routine was also disciplined. Rein called him impotent, a Saint among Saints, he’d believe it if someone said Fen had been through detoxing.

"Why didn’t you say it sooner?"

Fen felt ill at ease, Liszt occasionally made a mess of things, like last time in the secret port against Marcus.

Without any delay, he immediately gathered everyone to search for Liszt.

Liszt was a big shot on the island, having asked along the way, he knew to head to the abandoned church in West City.

"Fuck, Captain... he’s gone!"

Rein guessed that place was so off the beaten path, it had to be a trap set by those Skull Club fucks. Even if Liszt was badass, he couldn’t withstand a righteous beatdown.

The Skull Club and the Twin Group were not just some Mixed Brand Pirate Group, they were seriously skilled.

"Lucky words are available again, aren’t they?"

Morison held the Maple Forest.

"He shows up! Special occasion, Brother Sha!"

Shadi didn’t forget to make a quip even at this time. During holidays, Morison was unbeatable, Hongjun, one strike to kill, what more is there to say?

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.