Black Sail
Chapter 323: CCCXXIII. Monster

Chapter 323: CCCXXIII. Monster

Around six hundred nautical miles outside Heaven Port.

This place had turned into a human Purgatory.

Sailors clung to driftwood in the sea like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, even those smashed into a bloody pulp by tentacles dispersed their blood quickly in the water.

Taylor’s battleship had already adjusted its rudder to turn left and set the sails to face the wind, escaping from this area. The sea monster probably measured over a hundred meters in length with countless tentacles, simply impossible to deal with.

Minutes after they had maneuvered away, it was only through telescopes that they discovered the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge had actually gone to meet it head-on.

As a captain under Taylor’s command, his eyelid twitched, saying they were retreating separately; was he actually using it as a cover for himself?

If it were Taylor on the ship, he would have undoubtedly rushed to the rescue without hesitation, even if it meant going to their deaths together.

But...

It wasn’t just the sea monster that had disrupted the fleet’s formation and started a massive rout; as their speed severely slowed, a terrifying object loomed on the horizon. The dark spot grew larger and larger, and by the time it was near, a single cannon shot could probably destroy an entire sail battleship.

He ordered a temporary change of course, taking a longer route back to Heaven Port. Compared to Liszt’s life and death, Taylor’s life was more important; if Liszt were to perish here, Taylor’s situation would become extremely difficult, and losing this sail battleship would result in an even worse outcome.

The captain took one last look in the direction of Fuma Keqing, only able to wish Liszt good luck.

At the same time.

The enormous creature hidden beneath the sea surface, its tentacles swimming and stirring like giant spirals, quickly capsized two patrol ships in an instant, which due to their density and internal space, still floated on the surface. An escort ship also had its upper hull twisted into woodchips by the tentacles.

And it continually created terrifying waves. It wasn’t that the ships didn’t want to escape; under the giant waves the sailboats had no room to maneuver, merely a single boat tossed helplessly about.

Only the sail battleship and five other ships gradually made it out of the reach of the sea monster.

As for Fuma Keqing and the three escort ships, there was no escaping now. Before the sea monster even got close, towering waves had already smashed over them, damaging the riggings and snapping them in entirety. Even the sailors on deck were knocked down by the seawater, those with stronger constitutions were scraped across the deck being pushed several meters away; those weaker were frequently knocked unconscious.

The sea monster finally approached Fuma Keqing, with a dozen tentacles breaking through the sea surface. Some suckers clung to the hull, while others violently swept across the people on deck.

There weren’t many who could fight; these newly hired sailors were not exactly desperados. Furthermore, even desperados would be paralyzed by this spectacle.

Only a handful of more than ten, who had weapons, stabbed toward the somewhat slow-moving tentacles. Blood splattered, and a torrent of blood flowed, but for the body size of the sea monster, it was merely a superficial wound.

Also, it only seemed slow because its body was so massive; in reality, its movements were very quick, swinging faster than a person could run.

In the midst of the chaos, several more sailors were smashed into blood and gore, a pitiful sight.

Liszt also found his opportunity.

Crack!

The Junlin Sword stabbed into one of the tentacles.

Success!

But it only sliced open a wound, spurting out a torrent of blood, and the excessive bleeding doused Liszt in blood.

It was nothing like he had imagined; it didn’t turn to ashes.

"This sea monster is dead!"

Celest, a senior intelligence officer with extremely keen observational skills, had noticed the Spell power hidden within the tentacles along with the stitch marks.

"What?"

Liszt felt somewhat desperate.

Dead?

Indeed, how could a living sea monster allow itself to be manipulated? Doringger had a man named Mo’er, and carefully looking at the stitches on those tentacles, they were exactly like the damned dead face of Mo’er.

That guy’s Necromancy... was it terrifying to this extent?

A thick tentacle swept away the railing-guard of Fuma Keqing, which was the second damage to the ship’s body since the battle at secret port where it had been hit by a giant’s rock. And it continued to slap towards Liszt.

The Blood-red Ghost Shadow appeared, its huge crimson misty arm firmly pushing against the tentacle, preventing it from advancing further.

Other tentacles continued to sweep across.

"Fuck your mother!"

Rein truly couldn’t hold back this time, displaying his true abilities, his towering stature of 2.4 meters, the nimble speed of Chenfeng Plateau, claws as sharp as iron tools.

He leaped forward, silver light flashing wildly, the vice-captain of the Honorable-level Adventure Group, his strength far surpassed that of the Honorable level.

Every swing created five arcs of light that explosively tore, the tentacles’ skin split and flesh burst under the chaotic dance, and he completely lost his mind.

Struggling against two approaching tentacles, Shadi was overwhelmed, even with the Qi flowing through his body learned from the Far East, it was incomparable to the past; the Willow Leaf Blade hacked creating bloody seams, but for the sea monster, it was merely a drizzle.

And Celeste, along with her five intelligence agents, displayed combat abilities far beyond Liszt’s imagination—was this the Gold-level Adventure Group?

Clang clang clang!

Blades flashed and swords danced.

The tentacles were cut into segments, heavily falling on the deck or plunging into the sea creating large waves. The five seemingly frail intellectuals displayed immense combat prowess, extremely powerful as if they all wore Magic Rune Constructed carbon suits, their strength and speed didn’t seem human, and their swordsmanship was also exceedingly superb, each like churning machines against the oncoming tentacles.

Celeste, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, prevented the ship from major damage, using her pirate scimitar to dissipate every lethal strike with swift black flashes.

"I fuck Doringger’s mother..."

Mika emerged from the medical room below deck, wearing a plague doctor mask, each hand holding a large box, one full of masks and the other full of anesthesia and nerve toxins mixed with cyanide.

"Everyone, put on your masks, dinner time."

Mika tossed the masks to everyone on deck still able to fight, the sea monster’s tentacles had feeding organs, time to really stir up its guts.

Adrenaline surged, Mika precisely tossed masks to one after another, all catching and wearing them promptly, those free quickly gathered around Mika, taking out bottles of deadly poison, waiting for the moment the tentacles opened to throw them inside.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each bottle exploded inside the sea monster’s feeding organs, and the brainless creature even swallowed some of the bottles.

For a moment.

The speed of those tentacles indeed slowed down, but due to its monstrous size, the delay was quite limited, only slowed down by less than a quarter.

But for Celeste.

A quarter.

That was the difference between an amateur athlete and a world champion; she was now free to go on a killing spree.

Initially searching for dragons, indeed found one, but it turned out to be a worthless adult dragon, unexpectedly ending up as this man’s bodyguard.

Taking out two short swords from her tactical belt at the highest forging standard of Lostra, she stepped on the ship’s railing to leverage a jump onto one of the tentacles.

Immediately...

Clang clang clang...

In less than half a second, her splendid spins created sword flowers like giant silver-white roses wildly blooming. But these petals, touched and wounded, brushed against and died, instantly rendering the entire tentacle utterly useless with chunks of flesh plopping into the sea.

She also mastered Magic Techniques.

Wind Element Magic surged, leveraging the wind and so many tentacles as footholds, turned into a slicing storm.

Within nine seconds, amidst the raging wind, a sea of silver-white blossoms bloomed, with Sword Intent humming resonating across the sea surface, every piece of metal in everyone’s hands resonating in unison.

Celeste nimbly landed on the deck.

Twenty to thirty tentacles, all blasted into bloody mud.

Liszt was dumbfounded, the performance of this beautiful and strong woman... she was on the same level as Marcus Joshua, an extreme powerhouse.

This was, fuck, the Gold-level Adventure Group?