Black Sail
Chapter 349: CCCXLIX. Great Skill

Chapter 349: CCCXLIX. Great Skill

Beneath the boundless canopy of the black sky roamed harsh flashes of lightning, occasionally followed by loud booms of thunder, casting a long shadow over the Holy Spirit at Heaven Port under the torrential rain.

Mad, vivid, and sinuously dancing ceiling tentacles swept violently across the fragmented sea surface, attacking anyone trying to come near.

Standing at the top of the massive ship, also at a commanding height, Doringger looked down upon Heaven Port.

It was almost over.

Although the Third Front, the support from another fencing magnate, the Personal Guard, and three Guests had been wiped out by enemy reinforcements, as long as Doringger was still there, victory was already secure.

Under his oppression, all rebel morale had collapsed; rebels fleeing to both sides, though their generals were still resisting stubbornly, most of their soldiers had already lost their will to fight, being chased down and killed by the Heavy Cavalry.

The troops led by Horace and the Dead Duke Pirate Group, along with a host of Champion Pirate groups that had been incorporated, had converged their main forces and flanks, rapidly retreating to the Third Front, where they would be completely annihilated.

The Outer City had already become a ruin of broken walls, and the Inner City had also been affected, destroying many buildings, with flames reaching skyward carrying countless ashes, and the soil was scorched black.

Unexpectedly to Doringger,

someone did indeed make their way here generously to face death, a commendable bravery.

The coast was littered with the wreckage of ships swept up by giant waves, along with fragments of piers that could accommodate thousands of ships, resembling a graveyard of sunken ships.

Old Wei, wielding Rivendell, sprinted and kicked up clumps of flying mud with his boots, sensed by the sea monster tentacles’ sensory organs that wriggled then twisted and lashed like whips, all targeting Old Wei’s direction.

He did not even dodge.

His sword blade burst forth a sun-like fiery brilliance, and as a tentacle was about to strike him, he moved astonishingly fast, stepping on the rapidly moving tentacle, while other tentacles came strangling towards him, he twisted and dodged, turning their constrictions into knots.

The techniques passed down by the Gureg Royal Knight Order across the otherworldly gate nine hundred years ago, although most were lost,

were still matchless.

Rivendell cut through a thick tentacle, the sword light dimmed for a moment, but it was brief, soon much brighter than before, staring at it could burn holes in the retina, and the sword light split, slicing through the tangled tentacles, the sword brilliance penetrated deep, burning like the proximity to the sun, flames engulfing from the tips of the tentacles towards the base, turning them all into charred meat that fell into the sea in segments.

Old Wei fell from the air, agilely landing on the ground with his fingers supporting him.

But there were too many tentacles, cutting a few off was like adding fuel to the fire, making the other tentacles more aggressive, swaying with a whistling wind, Doringger had summoned countless sea monsters, making it impossible to approach.

How could human stamina compare to that of sea monsters?

For a time, Old Wei was ensnared within the endless swamp of tentacles, slowly feeding off his strength.

The rain poured heavily.

Ernie, too, was trapped in the abyss that devoured his stamina, as more than ten tentacles entwined him.

These sea monsters, unlike any magician-stitched creatures before, were living, vital entities with animal ferocity, in their raging anger, those ceiling tentacles light as willow branches lashed crazily.

The Water-Repelling Soft Sword like a steel wire, cut through segment after segment of tentacles, but these had terrifying regenerative abilities, from the blurred flesh of the severed ends, quickly sprouting new flesh suckers and mouths filled with spiral teeth, seemingly unstoppable.

Ox and others, who had rushed to the scene, how could they dare to clash directly with these tentacles, they only formed formations, each protecting their comrades’ rear?

When the Special Large Sword swung, it scattered the raindrops, creating a vacuum, yet every cut by Ox regenerated swiftly.

"How the hell are we supposed to fight this?"

Shadi, eyes fixed on the Sea God hundreds of meters away, saw that Doringger simply disregarded the people at his feet, the Magic Ship Cannon was charged with energy, because of too many simultaneous firings, the cannon had slightly overheated, glowing red hot like a branding iron, even the pelting rain hitting it evaporated instantly, sending up intense smoke, impossible to physically cool down.

What on earth was Fen doing?

These people standing on the ship like living targets had to pin their hopes on the King’s Device and the Netherworld Stele.

At the edge of the forest.

Mo’er’s body was incredibly eerie, and there was no scene uglier than this; under his skin stitched with needle marks, there seemed to be a river hiding countless bodies he had refined, even living people.

Each time he was about to be killed, hitting the vital spots.

The struck areas would transform into black vortices, stirring up grotesque and terrifying ripples, expanding into a horrifyingly wide gap, from which a dead corpse that had taken the damage for him emerged.

Heavenly Corpse Ghost Technique · Seventh Rank.

Mo’er’s arms cracked open, and from them oozed a terrifying black viscous liquid, like oil, gushing onto the ground as if a dam’s gates had opened, forming rivers of moving black tide, out of which one after another "Human-shaped Chimera" crawled, each bearing spells of Life Alchemy carved onto them.

They were even alive, yet uncontrollably manipulated by the rigid Liu Iron Blade wire, some of the human-shaped monsters even weeping as they charged towards Fen and the two women Yutong and Izumi behind him.

Izumi’s throat rolled, and the sight brought memories of her years spent in the Miracle of Suffering; she froze reflexively, forgetting even to flee.

Meanwhile, Mo’er himself sported a sinister smile; if Fen didn’t use other means soon, his life would be lost here.

At the same time as those monstrous waves surged, Mo’er also manipulated the Liu Iron metallic wires, as sharp and pointy as the barbed fences, carrying sticky black liquid, penetrating and controlling the tide of corpses, strangling everything in its path.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Fisher couldn’t escape from the entangling barbed wires at all, had his legs severed, neck crushed, turning into a mass of remains, and then completely devoured by the tide of corpses, facing his second obliteration.

Cold sweat had already seeped out on Fen’s forehead, defending against the Magic Ship Cannon had consumed a vast amount of his concentration; if now he had to kill Mo’er by force, his own stamina would be depleted, let alone killing Doringger—it was impossible to control the stele.

There came rustling noises from deep within the woods.

A figure fell from the tree branches, his iron fists raining down like drops, the dozens of human-shaped Chimeras bursting like tomatoes, splattering fresh red fluid, ending their agony.

With his Arm Armor on both arms, Chuan Che quickly scanned the entire area, his steel fingers extending, grasping at the surging iron wire blades, one handful after another, all under control.

Sparks scraped from the metallic fists, all held by Chuan Che, then he forcefully pulled, and all the barbed wires were forcibly torn from Mo’er’s body.

A crisp bursting sound.

Mo’er’s body burst open, blood flowing everywhere.

"Damn it..."

Mo’er’s eyes narrowed vainly; as dark as he was, he would never risk his life and immediately shifted and exchanged his spiritual body, fleeing the battlefield.

The battlefield kept pressing towards the coast, Horace’s forces and Doringger pincering from both sides; these people were already beyond salvation.

Chuan Che had intended to pursue, but remembering the words of that mysterious bartender at the inn, his priority was to find Fen, though he wasn’t sure why.

"Can you still fight?"

Chuan Che asked Fen, noting that even he, a Hall-level, was struggling with the turmoil in East Sea; he also thought that Liszt and the others would face a disastrous defeat, preparing to flee.

"Of course, your arrival is timely... Let’s take Doringger’s dog life now."

Fen took a deep breath, stabilized his breath, and undid a corner of the bag containing the Sealing Demon Stone.