Black Sail
Chapter 344: CCCXLIV. Mastery

Chapter 344: CCCXLIV. Mastery

Castle’s main tower open-air terrace.

Under the freezing magic power of Ghost Eye, the entire pool had turned into solid ice. The chilling cold air spread out, and the entire terrace was covered with frosty ice silk, trying to block the monstrous speed of that creature.

Morison’s arm armor gears spun out terrifying sparks, moving swiftly and nimbly, his confusing maneuvers were overwhelming. Maple Forest was constantly being dismantled and reassembled; special large sword, dagger, twin blades, like a steel wire net woven by the loom, he surged from all directions like a shuttle, the high-frequency oscillation between the iron weapons caused their edges to glow red-hot like branding irons, smashing all the ice chips to pieces.

The intense heat scorched all the cold air that swept towards him.

The whole terrace was filled with the terrifying noise of burning materials being submerged into icy water, penetrating the lungs, even creating a dense fog that made visibility no more than a few inches.

Morison was like a specter in the fog, suddenly appearing and disappearing, just mirages, each strike extremely tricky to handle.

The clash of metal resounded incessantly.

Even Ghost Eye Mad Blade Saleret was somewhat overwhelmed.

"The playtime is over!"

Saleret prepared to chop up this tricky heretic within ten seconds.

The red light from the two holes of Ghost Eye’s mask flared enormously, instantly dispersing the fog, but Morison’s trace was nowhere to be found on the entire terrace.

Double-barreled shotguns fired wildly from the sky, Saleret’s twin blades rotated to block them all, shell casings flying.

The fiery Maple Forest transformed into a special large sword, plummeting from the sky to pierce right above Saleret’s head, as he crouched down with his swords crossed into an X.

Bang!

A wave of dust spread out in a circle from Saleret at the center.

The ground beneath his feet cracked like a spider web, and the blades of the twin swords were now notched, unable to withstand the device created by the combination of the highest alchemy from the Aran Energy Department.

However, at that moment.

A loud noise came from Heavenly Port Pier, that extreme majestic behemoth, Sea God, broke the waves from both sides, showing no fear of damage to the ship’s body, it charged directly from outside Anchor Bay into the coast, the iron hull crushed all the wooden piers in front of it, splintering layer by layer, ground into powder.

With a thunderous clang, Sea God had already landed and stopped completely on the pier, and the waves it triggered formed a terrifying tide. Large ships were tossed about like a lone boat by the waves, and smaller boats were directly overturned, sweeping countless Merfolk onshore, some knocked unconscious, some dragged into the sea by the receding tide.

Morison was somewhat surprised; this was the support they relied on for the battle. Fen would not issue such a foolish order to dock, not bringing the artillery support weapon close to the battlefield. A major change had happened behind the scenes!

"Now’s not the time for you to let your guard down."

Seeing that the disfigured face was distracted by the battle at the pier, Saleret took advantage of his unpreparedness, the twin blades spinning down, sparks flying as the blades separated, knocking Morison ten-odd meters away, then slashing wildly in a whirl, breaking all the huge ice in the pool and causing them to soar into the air.

Like hundreds of mirrors, under the scorching sun, projecting countless Salerets, all with double-bladed ghost masks, crossing their arms and swooping down to strike.

From Morison’s perspective, hundreds of Salerets attacked him all at once.

"Playtime... is indeed over; you can predict all my attack trajectories, but the next phase is beyond your comprehension."

The most beautiful sound is silence.

And the greatest illusion is innocence.

Piercing the shadow of the history of the Western Continent, each member accomplishes one sure-thing in their lifetime; the frightening skill they honed is not something ordinary people can handle.

Skill close to magic.

The sword has iron edges on both sides, that’s all.

"Die!"

Ghost Eye Mad Blade flashed sideways, tearing through the heavy air, his twin blades passing over Morison’s neck as if through nothing, sweeping to the edge of the pool as if he had succeeded.

His mask was splattered with a few drops of blood.

Morison paused on a round platform, his back to Saleret.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

When the twin blades tangled around Morison’s neck.

An unmatched killing intent surged, a portent of imminent death, as if some curse that pierced the soul had been cast, a steep fear pierced straight into the mind, but there was no fluctuation of spell power.

It was just a long sword, the main component of Maple Forest, even without vibration, it seemed to dance on the murky side of time, as if Morison could understand all his attacks just with his naked eye. Saleret read dozens of swordsmanship techniques, like a kaleidoscope, blooming in a confusing and complex fashion in the blink of an eye, each strike directly lethal.

Two crisp sounds.

The twin blades in Saleret’s hands were both broken in half, falling to the ground, blood spurting from a dozen centimeters long wound on his chest, he slumped to his knees, propping up his body with a broken knife.

Lastly, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, utterly dead.

Now.

Saleret had already made his move, his dual blades crossed like wings, but suddenly he stopped, standing in place. The premonition of imminent death prickled the hairs on his back, instinctively standing on end, while the soaring mirror-like solid ice all shattered to the ground, breaking into ice chips.

"Can such things happen?"

Morison was quite intrigued. This man could be considered a top-notch powerhouse of the era. He made no move, merely shedding unnecessary burdens and holding the main component of the Maple Forest, a long sword that wasn’t vibrating.

"What kind of monster are you..."

Saleret had never come across such a bizarre occurrence before and had to bring out all his life’s learning, giving it his all.

"I’ll have a chance to tell you. Like this, buddy, you go to Hell first, and also reserve me a seat with a nice view. I’ll come down later and tell you."

Morison assumed that Saleret had messed around in this pool countless times and was bound to be sent to Hell. His intent to kill was firm, and he was about to send him on his way when—

Celeste, Ben, and a group of support personnel came out of the folding doors that no longer had glass.

As sneaky Ben, with everyone around, naturally, they weren’t afraid of Saleret anymore. Even if you’re ferocious, can you withstand the beating of justice’s gang-up?

Weber, Nishi, Violet, and Caroso—four Heavenly Punishers—one High Priest, Celeste, and a jester.

They had Saleret completely surrounded.

Saleret’s figure froze for a moment, but he was not the least bit disturbed.

"You’ve all fallen into a trap. Doringger isn’t here. The spell on his arm connects to the heart of the Sea God. He alone can control the entire ship, a monster he crafted for his domination over the East Sea. He’s never trusted anyone, only himself. From start to finish, he has always believed that he alone can suppress the East Sea. You’re already defeated. Even killing me is of no use. The tower’s defenses are even stronger than those of a castle, and only I know the secret commands to enter."

Saleret sheathed his twin blades, and with a mask of iron, no expression could be seen. Doringger was about to achieve victory, and the deal with Ben was void.

Celeste and her party stood on the rooftop, also witnessing the dire situation outside Heaven Port. The grand rear had been breached, and Doringger’s main and flank troops were high in morale. The Black Sail-led allies were being pushed back step by step; the front lines were about to collapse, facing attacks from both front and rear.

"You bloody well deserve to die, why didn’t you take the stuff from the tower and use it as leverage to threaten him?"

Ben had heard Saleret mention something about the insides of the tower, but he had never seen the actual items and didn’t know if it was true or false. At this moment, he somewhat wanted to switch sides; the situation outside was too frightening.

The situation on the rooftop had reached a standoff, with Saleret’s own family’s safety at stake. Even at the cost of his life, he would not let them pass.

"I’ll give you twenty Golden Dragons, alright?"

Morison made an explosive offer, thinking this could change Saleret’s mind. "Thirty?"

This was no small sum; thirty Golden Dragons could buy you a whole two-bedroom apartment in a city with good public order.

Saleret did not react.

Celeste clicked her tongue in annoyance, fed up with the illogical thinking of these dim-witted pirates,

"I’ve heard about you. You’re Saleret, the Ghost Eye Mad Blade, the second-in-command at the adventurer’s guild headquarters. You slaughtered his entire family—I know who set you up, who you’re taking the fall for, and I also know how to clear your name."

Celeste said as much.

Saleret did not react.

Then, ignoring the risk, Celeste strode forward boldly, revealing the item that proved her identity.

Seeing Saleret slightly moved.

Morison was greatly shocked; it turns out this fellow was won over by literacy. And what exactly did that alluring beauty reveal?

"Doringger has to die before you can see your family with your own eyes, rather than being manipulated by him forever. Who knows where she’s locked up—have you seen her?"

Ben added to this.

Three minutes later.

There was no direct route; instead, one had to go through a hidden door that could only be opened with a secret passphrase behind a wardrobe in the room.

Once inside the door, there was a spiral, dimly lit stone passageway.

Saleret led everyone up the stairs and into the top floor of the Main Tower, an incredibly luxurious bedroom.

They saw what was supposedly Doringger’s secret—not an object.

Morison was dumbfounded. This? Who hasn’t seen the like?

Not until Saleret provided a description.

The gemstone of the Overlord Crown, the Stele, the Dragon—none were enough to shock Morison.

His fingers went limp, and the Maple Forest fell to the floor.

Morison stood there, stunned. You gotta be kidding me.