Black Sail
Chapter 350: CCCL. Demon

Chapter 350: CCCL. Demon

Dark clouds churned above, and blood flowed on the ground below.

"Damn it..."

Wolman cleaved through a soldier in heavy armor with his double-edged battle axe, single-handedly. His own black scale armor had cracked, revealing numerous blurred wounds oozing blood. A bombardment from the ship cannons had turned one of his arms charred and rotten, while a cut on his calf from Horace’s riding spear continued to bleed profusely.

He looked back and felt despair.

The battle line had actually been pushed back this far, approaching the Sea God.

Nation, land, hatred.

The homeland that could never be recovered.

In the great retreat caused by the ship cannon’s bombardment, the main force and all the flank units had mixed together, including Horace’s troops.

Even Taylor and Plank’s subordinate commanders and heroes, along with Claude and Yiremu, who could have significantly impacted the battle, were overwhelmed in the fray. Countless lives were lost, and with everyone a formidable adversary, the commanders’ stamina slowly waned. With the terrifying commotion at Bay Shore, Doringger’s forces held an overwhelming advantage—it was utterly one-sided.

Apart from Wolman’s sub-dragon people of the second group, many had fled from the other groups, leaving only remnants.

"You have nowhere left to run."

Horace too was damaged, his heavy armor cracked open. His helmet long shattered, he gasped for breath, revealing a stern and resolute face with a cleanly shaven head.

The Captain of the Dead Lord’s chest heaved rapidly, one hand gnawed down to the skeleton by a swarming tide. Not just him—each of his core members was a top-notch fighter. To his astonishment, the allied forces were so powerful that they had managed to hold on for so long under his command, with many of his companions dead, some perished under the barrage of ship cannons.

The main force and the flanks mixed, both sides having gone through several rounds of combat. Doringger’s troops, including the Champion Pirate Group, were also drained, capable of only a fraction of their former performance.

The scar-faced woman from the Great Wetland, Hened from the Seventh Amendment, Ban from the Cangshan Tobacco Company, and the other supporting powers were also pushed to the outskirts of the outer city. All that remained of them was a broken army.

Looking back, there were only two or three miles to the Bay Shore, where countless sea monster tentacles swayed and the Sea God presided. If they were driven back further, they would be turned into mist by those sea monsters.

Doringger merely conducted a broad, horizontal spread of fire, controlling the entire battlefield, bombing designated areas as if herding animals into a pen. Under his direction, over ninety percent of the Black Sail forces were now trapped between a rock and a hard place, unable to escape.

He finally ceased the bombardment; it was no longer necessary. He still needed a significant number of his own troops to suppress any aftermath.

Lest any external power, seeing his weakness, attempt to strike at his vitals and usurp his position.

The greatest threat to Doringger would always be the circling pack of wolves.

It was the perfect opportunity to slay the so-called mastermind behind the train case, the big brother from the Northern Prison, and establish his authority, legitimizing the East Sea Governor’s role.

"Stop your senseless resistance. I, Doringger, the King of the East Sea, am magnanimous. Those who surrender will not be killed; don’t be foolish in attempting to resist... the majesty of God."

Boom!

Several bolts of lightning exploded down, overloading Magic Ship Cannons converged into twelve barrels. Doringger’s tone, akin to rolling thunder, spread all around, as the Sea Demons’ tentacles continued their wild dance nearby.

Despite Old Wei, Ernie, and all of Ox’s efforts to cut them down, the tentacles were inexhaustible, making it impossible to get close to the Sea God as their strength steadily drained.

But everyone understood too well that Doringger, who easily killed his own men, was offering nothing more than a death in life with his so-called mercy.

They finally saw Doringger in person.

But from the first to the twelfth group, all were reduced to survivors, and the commanders’ stamina was near its end, not to mention the soldiers.

The strength of humans...

Has limits.

But Demons do not.

Haywood, who had been covering the main battlefield, emerged from the ranks filled with wounded and crippled fighters.

He was now going to seize the East Sea and establish the Black Sail’s dominion.

He pushed the forbidden ritual to its maximum limit. Crimson quicksand swirled around him, his body resounded with loud cracks, and he grew to an imposing eight meters tall, as large as the bears transformed by the Druids, but his form was much more intimidating.

Giant bone spikes grew on his back; elbows and knees each sprouted enamelled sickles, and his fingers had turned into bone claws.

This was a true monster!

On the outskirts of the outer city, where the storm raged and thunder roared, every exhausted person whose body felt filled with concrete turned their eyes toward Haywood.

What sort of Demon was he?

Not only Horace and his men, but even Mo’er hiding in the far distance was shocked, as the Black Sail Alliance’s troops were stunned into silence.

Doringger’s gaze had become solemn.

With every step Haywood took, the ground seemed to tremble as if in fear, as he made a beeline for the coast with extreme speed that seemed disproportionate to his exaggerated frame—running like an athlete, with unmatchable agility.

He left behind one crater after another, shattering the wreckage of ships and piers brought up by the giant waves, having reached the edge of the bay shore.

His huge figure quickly became the main target for the sea monsters, with dozens of towering and earth-shaking tentacles lashing out towards him.

"Scram!"

Three gills burst open on his massive arm, spewing out a powerful surge of high-pressure quicksand, slicing the encroaching tentacles into halves with the efficiency of a chopper, not waiting for them to regenerate.

Haywood continued his fierce advance, now closing in on the Sea God, less than twenty meters away.

Shadi, Ox, Wolman, Hened, Ban, and everyone else from the Black Sail Alliance had their hearts in their throats, palms sweating profusely.

Could he make it?

The high-pressure quicksand chopper kept violently erupting, its fierce outburst against the iron front of the Sea God blinding, with sharp screams overbearing the sound of the storm and lightning, intense sparks making it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

From the bottom to the top of the Sea God Ship, it reached the position of the Holy Spirit Statue where Doringger stood.

The Sea God had its magical protection.

But how to activate it was beyond anyone’s knowledge.

Like a honeycomb, a hexagonal light shield emerged two meters in front of Doringger, effortlessly blocking the chopper’s force.

Haywood, undying and indestructible, could conquer any height.

His bone claw embedded onto the Sea God, creating a massive indentation like a Mountain Giant hammering an anvil, the echo resounding as he scaled the towering ship. Even with his current size, it took several seconds to quickly ascend the hundred-meter-tall majestic Sea God Ship.

He was now in front of Doringger.

His claw swung towards Doringger, but this time the protective shield, effective only against external force impacts, did nothing.

"Admirable courage... daring to stand before me..."

Doringger’s eyes were fiercely sharp.

It was as if his terrifying aura quelled the heavens themselves, as the sky shook, the downpour intensified, and lightning cracked down.

Doringger...

Was no ordinary mortal.

Long before seventeen years passed, he voluntarily participated in human experiments conducted by an unknown, mysterious wizard. Out of ten thousand people, only a handful survived.

Unlike those feeble people, Doringger was not only the most successful experiment but killed the other surviving subjects and all the wizard’s underlings, escaping the experimental site. He took refuge in a nation’s navy and eventually reached the edge of this world.

His bones were inscribed with frightening Magic Rune Constructions, his muscles filled with the inexhaustible power of arcane magic energy.

Though Doringger had no grasp of Magic Techniques, he could still condense ether energy.

Even the sturdiest alchemical alloy could not withstand those constructions, but he bore them relentlessly.

Unparalleled in strength, speed, explosive power, and visibly swift recovery.

Alone, he was enough to suppress the East Sea.

Bang!

With a whip kick, Doringger struck the monstrous creature four times his size.

The force of the kick sent the unfurled sails pulling back the Sea God, dispersing rainwater for hundreds of meters around into a vacuum.

Haywood’s abdomen caved in, all bones in his body shattered, as he was kicked a hundred meters away, carving a gruesome trench along the coast.

Rising up were countless boulders, his lower half exploded into a mass of red quicksand, leaving only a mangled torso.

A chilling frenzy, a silent despair.

Completely overwhelmed the Black Sail Alliance.

It was as if a steel stamp of inevitable defeat had been imprinted onto their minds.

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