Black Sail
Chapter 348: CCCXLVIII. Final Showdown

Chapter 348: CCCXLVIII. Final Showdown

Heavenly Port Inner City.

Black Sail Inn.

The noise outside was terrifying, with even some buildings of the Inner City damaged by the energy of the Magic Ship Cannon, severing rows of connected houses, even the inn was affected.

Old Wei narrowly escaped, and his tied-back pale hair came undone, a moment later and his body would have been split in two.

But a quarter of the inn was sheared off, creating a large crack, and the bar on the ground floor was also broken in half.

Old Wei frowned, he had poured too much heart into this inn and had operated it for many years.

The castle’s artificial lake and the garden square...

truly captivating.

Fen naturally wouldn’t keep the money in the cellar, for if these Golden Dragons were stolen, that would truly be the end, kept instead in the custody of Fuma Keqing, Fish Seller Fei, and Mad Tiger.

The sound of the ship cannons, the shrieking of the Sea Demons, and the sky-high cries of battle.

Liszt owed him a huge debt, not something that could be settled by discontinuing twenty Golden Dragons each time he returned.

Old Wei walked into the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.

But because the underground sewer was also damaged by the ship cannon, it only released water from the storage tank, running out in less than half a second.

"Hmm..."

Old Wei pondered for a while, then walked upstairs back to his own bedroom, lifted the mattress, revealing a dusty wooden box beneath, opened the lid.

Inside was an extremely bizarre weapon, only having a hilt while the entire blade was just dazzling white light, too bright to stare at.

It was the Magic Sword Revalting, a powerful blade passed down through the ages by the Gureg Royal Knight Order.

Old Wei took Revalting in his hand, his expression forever serene, his eyes clear and deep blue.

"That’s quite a weapon you have... name your price."

Garscek had been observing the old man.

"You couldn’t buy it even if you offered your life."

Old Wei chuckled.

Garscek, intrigued, stepped in front of Old Wei.

"Ma’am, I advise you not to do this, I’ve met your kind back when I was young."

Old Wei had other things to attend to and politely made a gesture of excuse, sidestepping Garscek.

She no longer obstructed him.

The Third Front.

Seaside.

"Fuck your mother."

Chuan Che complained endlessly, dodging ship cannons exhaustingly, the entire coastline had turned into a charred Purgatory. Although the twelve Magic Energy Penetration Cannons’ power decreased when expanded, their range and scope increased drastically, bombing the entire Heavenly Port indifferently.

Doringger could probably not be taken down by himself, and he was more likely to die here.

This battle was too brutal.

Chuan Che regretted having turned green with remorse, and the Druid in front of him continuously changed forms, its stamina seemingly limitless, while he was slowly running out of strength.

The Druid transformed into a black panther, aggressively lunging, challenging Chuan Che.

Crack!

A violent flash of light.

Sword energy surged everywhere, the panther was torn into pieces, and immediately under the white light, it burned into flames and ashes.

The Royal Knight Order.

A national institution, a facade of a nation, especially for an old powerful nation like Gureg.

"You’re not hurt, are you?"

Old Wei asked Chuan Che concernedly, seeing Chuan Che merely as an ordinary young lad.

Chuan Che was stupefied, what was happening? This person had a pleasant face, his shirt and vest were neatly pressed, adorned with a fob watch, completely different from the pirates of Heavenly Port; he had thought he was in the civilized society of the Western Continent.

"Should be fine."

Old Wei made a judgment.

Boom!

The tyrannical ship cannon scattered widely again, seemingly endlessly, even as almost half of the coastline turned into charred Purgatory, Doringger still did not cease his cruelty.

Old Wei raised Magic Sword Revalting, forcibly placing it against the incoming Magic Energy Penetration Cannon, and with the unmatched power of the strike, he was pushed back several tens of meters, continuously retreating, his legs dragging frightening gouges in the forest soil.

"Have to admit, I’m getting old."

From his point of view, the sight on the seaside was too horrifying, thousands of tentacles wildly flailing on the shore, no object could approach, and atop the huge terrifying ship, stood a figure that could summon storms.

Alone he could not handle this.

He still had to rely on that unsmiling Magician, the fluctuations from the device on his person, rare in this world.

"Go find me a man wearing a monocle."

"That Necromancer?"

"Exactly him, you know him? Right, that’s the one, I’ll wait for your good news just outside the city."

Having said this, Old Wei patted the mud off his pants, shook Magic Sword Revalting, and sprinted away, his speed blurring as he vanished from Chuan Che’s sight.

Elsewhere.

Sergeant of the Old Aran Witch Hunting Secret Department.

Shadi and others were already exhausted just dealing with him, let alone handling Doringger on the Sea God?

Not only could he masterfully wield a long spear that seemed to possess divine attributes, but under the manipulation of arcane interference, he could ignore the attacks from the Sea God Ship Cannons, allowing the blasts aimed at him to twist and scatter as glimmers of light.

In the rain, Ox was completely a monster. To prevent optical interference, he closed his eyes, swinging his Special Large Sword with great might, acting as the primary offensive force.

The Sergeant planned to take care of the others first.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Shadi’s shoulder was struck, blood flowing copiously.

It seemed that Swan’s palm, which encompassed all his life-learned skills as a thief, was also about to be severed.

A sword flew in, the intensely bright light of the Magic Sword Revalting saved Swan from the deadly strike.

"Old Wei..."

Out of breath, Shadi managed a smile, "That’s why Old Wei is such a tease. He’s incredibly powerful, but he never comes to help until you’re about to die and descend into Hell."

Old Wei stood beside Shadi, scanning the battlefield before finally focusing on the Sergeant.

The Sergeant frowned. The strikes had been exceptional—it had even severed the tip of his spear—his sword as well was exceedingly strange.

"You look familiar, I think I’ve seen you somewhere."

The Sergeant spoke calmly.

Old Wei was indeed from the same era. At that time, even the Emperor had not ascended the throne; he was considered a junior.

He suffered heavy casualties along the way. Doringger was ruthless, sparing neither foe nor ally. Unsurprisingly, he was a pirate among pirates, the most notorious at Heavenly Port.

"Doringger murders indiscriminately; there’s no point in resisting stubbornly."

Old Wei looked towards the coast a few miles away where Doringger alone stood, impenetrable, while preparing for another round of simultaneous cannon fire.

He himself did not know how to deal with that monster. Doringger alone was like an entire army.

Old Wei had once been at Gureg. Seventeen years ago, he’d heard of Doringger’s fearsome reputation; he was a headline in every street and alley, his name notorious worldwide for seventeen years—he was no ordinary man.

"Heh... you do not understand what Doringger means to the East Sea."

The Sergeant scoffed.

Liszt had no idea what was going on. The East Sea was a lawless zone, it was true, but without Doringger, it would have been a true no-man’s land.

Liszt couldn’t fathom the complex vested interests behind it. Aside from Doringger, no one else could sustain the crucial trade hub between the Western Continent and the Far East Islands.

And the Sergeant was here on someone’s behalf, aiding Doringger.

"It seems there’s no room for negotiation."

Old Wei prepared for a swift and decisive battle. The Magic Sword Revalting cleaved through the distorted light near him, Ox also arrived, surrounding the Sergeant.

Even without the spear tip, the monster from the Old Aran Witch Hunting Secret Department was staggeringly strong. The spear whirled—thrusting, sweeping, creating illusions like dozens of spears splitting through the air, stirring up whirlwinds and sending leaves scattering—as he faced two opponents.

But that was not all.

He also had to fend off attacks from Shadi Gawain, several intelligence agents, Qigong, thief skills, decades of proficient *skill*, several Heroic Level adventurers, and even the official training of Lostra.

Wave after wave of attacks rained down relentlessly, an unending Killing Formation, utterly unstoppable.

Even the monster from Old Aran, a Demonic Gunman with spear skills perfected through Light Magic Techniques, could not withstand such righteous onslaught.

Soon, he showed signs of weakness, especially since both Ox and Old Wei were top-tier experts, and Old Wei’s Magic Sword could even cut through his Magic Technique field.

With a resounding clang!

The Special Large Sword struck the long spear, causing his arm to momentarily stiffen, and blood burst from his tiger’s mouth.

Old Wei seized the moment, severing his arm with one sword strike, cauterizing the wound with fire. A hefty kick sent him flying, crashing heavily to the ground, thus ending the battle.

Swan was about to finish him off.

"He seems to know some secrets; it’s better to keep him alive. If he doesn’t get swept away by the upcoming barrage, consider him lucky. He could be useful later."

Old Wei sensed that the Sergeant had some hidden agendas and, without a killing intent, stopped Swan.

Upon reflection, Swan agreed, stabbing a short sword into his leg, severing the thigh muscle to restrict his movement.

Ox and the others turned back to look toward the Bay Shore.

What remained...

Was the man treading on the Holy Spirit.

"Where’s Liszt?"

Ox asked Old Wei.

Old Wei shook his head, indicating he hadn’t seen him.

At this moment.

On the main avenue connecting the inner and outer city.

Due to Doringger’s indiscriminate slaughter, not only were people from the Black Sail side thrown into disarray, but Doringger’s own forces were also in chaos, merely dodging barrages and fighting amidst themselves.

Realizing something was amiss, Liszt urgently returned from beyond the castle walls. On the avenue, he saw only scattered individuals, victims of the ship cannons. Those who had originally left had panic-driven them back during another round of bombings.

Facing the relentless bombardment from the Sea God, Horace, Captain of the Dead Lord, Claude, and Wolman couldn’t let their troops just take the hits and scattered on both sides.

It was their main forces and flank troops coming together for the ultimate showdown.

This was a dark, hellish road covered in soot.

The rain lashed, mixed with flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.

On the main avenue.

Liszt’s hair was drenched by the rain as he observed the terrifying, boundless commotion at the Bay Shore—the waves were tumultuous, masses of snakes danced crazily, and the Magic Energy Ship Cannons were prepared.

He had entered the main strike zone, a place heavily focused by broad area scattering.

It was time for a resolution.

If Doringger didn’t die...

He himself couldn’t survive but to take over the entire East Sea.