Black Sail
Chapter 351: CCCLI. Netherworld Stele

Chapter 351: CCCLI. Netherworld Stele

Boom!

Lightning struck down.

Doringger, clad in a snow-white fur cloak, shrouded the entire East Sea in darkness, eclipsing the sky, blotting out the sun and moon.

The rumors held no falsehoods; Doringger once killed with a single punch, the king among the Devouring Whale Giant Demons of the East Sea.

Despair permeated Heaven Port.

Doringger, his face void of emotion, stood tall and cold atop the head of a god.

"What exactly is going on?"

Even for Chuan Che, who had long roamed the Western Continent, this was unheard of; was that creature still human?

"Silence!"

Fen looked somewhat crazed; this time, not only was he using Mo Yutong and Izumi, the Miracle Saintesses of Suffering, as mediums, he also planned to overextend himself.

Spell power threads connected the two women, who closed their eyes and cooperated by meditating, striving to clear their minds of any distractions.

To unleash the full potential of the Netherworld Stele, there could be no disturbances.

At the forefront of Bay Shore.

Old Wei twitched his eyelids, severed several sea monster tentacles, and also forcefully retreated; Ernie started to pull back as well.

Shadi and others were stunned; this was no longer the likes of Marcus Joshua; what on earth was the structure of that person’s body?

Not just the people on the Black Sail’s side.

Doringger’s men were shocked as well, for this person had not made a move in seventeen years; many had only heard of him, and now witnessing him firsthand,

they learned what Doringger had relied on to rise above countless desperados in the chaotic terror of the East Sea after the Emperor had withdrawn his troops.

Horace and others snapped back to reality and charged towards the more dispirited and even entirely spiritless Black Sail Alliance.

Just as Wolman and Claude despaired.

Crack!

A ghostly shadow surged into the sky, and a figure rushed past; Horace had no time to turn around, as his physical strength was also exhausted, his head already grasped by a large hand, as if smashing a watermelon.

Bang!

Exploded into a pile of red and white, the ground covered with pieces of the heavenly cover.

"What?"

The Captain of the Dead Lord couldn’t believe it; Horace had been killed just like that, and one of his arms was disabled by Yiremu’s witchcraft, while his other hand swung a giant sword, searching for the attacker’s figure.

It wasn’t Liszt.

Who else could it be?

The sword blade was supple and radiant, like light flowing through a crack in the sky, the sword swung in.

Both Junlin Swords, under the casting to heal the heart wounds, had already melted into iron slurry, merging entirely into Liszt’s heart; unparalleled, instantaneous, the curse power spanning a seven hundred-year history’s shadow, spread through the pumping blood to his limbs and body, as though he mastered the Junlin Sword like no other in the world.

The skills honed on a ten-year path of desperation.

Finally burst forth.

He grasped the sword with a lift of his hand; with a flick of his fingers, he split it into two pieces, the ghostly shadow condensed in his palm, a flash of black light, the Captain of the Dead Lord and even two of his key men beside him were bisected at the waist, their upper bodies sliding off to the ground, the blood from the cuts swiftly washed away by the torrential rain.

Seeing such a killing god, even the heavy cavalry and infantry under Doringger, whose morale had surged, dared not approach anymore.

The amalgamated heads of the allied army were also somewhat stunned.

"Shit... what’s the situation in the castle, does Doringger have reserve forces?"

Wolman, seeing Liszt fight like this for the first time, found it extraordinary, true Brother Li indeed, but also anxious about the situation, he asked urgently.

"There’s a few hundred in the Guard Team, but I’ve already dealt with all of them; this here is the final battle line."

Liszt looked towards the terrifying commotion on the coast, the stirring sea monsters, the dreadful gully kicked out by Doringger, and Haywood at the tail of the gully.

He was somewhat incredulous.

"You guys continue to sweep Doringger’s troops, exterminate the rest of the pirate gangs he’s rallied; I’ll go meet... the East Sea Sovereign."

Crack!

A flash of black light.

He cut down a heavy cavalry under his horse; blood flowed freely, he vaulted onto the horse.

"I’ll go with you."

The Old Subdragon, Yiremu, said as much; although he was somewhat lacking in physical strength and his concentration was less than half, he was still able to be effective.

"No need; after this battle, when suppressing the chaos in East Sea, we will need your survival. I will assist you in restoring your country, guaranteed by my own head."

After Liszt spoke, he noticed that the main army and the flanks had already mixed into one mass, I saw many faces, Big Wetland Park, the Seventh Amendment, Cangshan Tobacco Company.

"Today’s matter is settled, like a dragon leaping through shallow abysses and roaming the Four Seas."

Liszt was solemn, his tone cold, displaying no joy or anger in the face of overwhelming despair as he pressed forward towards the Bay Shore.

Yiremu was somewhat moved; this man was no ordinary being.

Bay Shore.

On the Sea God.

From a hundred meters high building ship, Doringger overlooked the entire Heaven Port, seemingly inspired by the arrival of someone to change the course of battle, and boost the morale. Originally about to be driven to the Bay Shore to be surrounded and killed, the front line held by the Black Sail had stubbornly held on, not retreating.

Speaking of which, I hadn’t seen Liszt yet.

But that was also fine.

The overloaded Magic Ship Cannon had already cooled down, underfoot the Holy Spirit sculpted by the Red Crystal still had half its fuel, able to fire another ten rounds.

As the red light from the crystal tube on Doringger’s wrist shone brightly, the twelve merged Magic Ship Cannons began to adjust positions, targeting the outer edges of the battlefield, intending to drive everyone here.

Old Wei knew the consequences of continued bombardment well, and also drew upon his true skills, harvesting the tentacles near the Sea God frantically with Ernie.

Even if Haywood was undying, possessing infinite strength, after enduring several rounds of major battles and multiple triggering of the forbidden rituals, his original form was still that of a Low-level Demon, unable to keep up with the consumption, and had already reverted to an ordinary form.

Ox, Black Sail, Gawain, and many agents were entangled by tentacles, utterly unable to stop the ship cannon.

"How foolish..."

The Magic Ship Cannon had finished adjusting.

At that moment.

"Is it finally ready?"

Chuan Che was terrified, the cannon aimed directly at him could definitely sweep over him, looking for a badass dragon, to hell with that, he cursed the entire family of Lostra Queen and that bitch Celeste, seeing himself as the ultimately naive sucker, he was going to die! To die in this remote place where even dogs wouldn’t come.

"Shut up," I told you.

Fen whispered softly.

Using the Miracle Saintess of Suffering as a medium, Fen swallowed all the materials required for the Great Skill into his arm, raising his concentration limit and fully exhausting himself.

Considering the terror of the King’s Device, he hadn’t used a High Order Spell last time, just the basic Spell Soul Arrow.

If he were to use the Stele to perform the Great Skill, he too would surely explode and die, how then could he talk of great achievements?

High Order Spell.

Resentment Evil Spear, even a normal deployment could split a Heavy Armor soldier in half, both man and armor.

Magic.

It had already been deployed.

But, just like last time, nothing happened yet; it seemed like a sound from the Netherworld, needing time to reach the present world.

Due to the pressure of the object.

And also having activated a slight power.

Chuan Che thought he was seeing things; it was as if gravity had disappeared, and in this vast sea area, the rain pouring down from above completely stopped, with countless raindrops hanging in mid-air.

This spectacle was too eerie.

Even a streak of lightning at the horizon seemed as if time had stopped, frozen mid-air, the entire world as if in polar day.

The wind had completely dissipated, the leaves that were still fluttering a second ago, also came to a still.

Under the pressure of the Black Stele.

The entire Bay Shore area, everyone fell into nausea, their ears ringing, heads dizzy, even those in castles tens of miles from the Bay Shore like Celeste and others experienced the same.

Chuan Che didn’t understand what was happening, leaning on a tree he yelled at Fen, but all sounds were erased, he was just opening and closing his lips.

All sounds were silenced.

Only a silent, distant, hollow howl existed.

Everyone on the battlefield did not understand.

Except for those who had experienced the major train heist before, like Shadi, Swan, Liszt.

Fen.

Had already made his move.