Black Sail
Chapter 355: CCCLV. The Death of Doringger

Chapter 355: CCCLV. The Death of Doringger

But Doringger wouldn’t give him that opportunity.

A punch roared towards Liszt’s head, the mere wind from the fist causing the surrounding rain curtain to shatter explosively. If struck, death was certain.

Liszt’s other hand had already been forcibly set back in place, with spell power infusion. His black and red whip blade hooked onto an iron anchor washed up on the Bay Shore, and he retreated explosively.

"The third principle is,

when you’re out in this world, you must understand the importance of power."

Liszt believed it was about time for those people to arrive.

Celeste, Ben, Weber, Nishi, Violet, Caroso and other Heavenly Punishers, as well as a High Priest of the Holy Spirit Church, had long since moved down from the castle to provide backup.

Horace was dead, Captain of the Dead Lord had also been killed by Liszt, and many key members had died or were injured in the melee. Without the support of the Sea God, and after half of Doringger’s men had been slaughtered, their morale finally collapsed.

Only one last place on the Bay Shore was left, inhabited by the very last person.

If they killed the final person...

They would dominate the Eastern Sea.

Dark clouds rolled, heavy rain poured, and thunder and lightning roared.

A huge tower ship, many severed sea monster tentacles, and a Bay Shore covered with wreckage and bloodstains—it was like the Boss battle within the Boss battles.

Wolman, Yiremu, Claude, Ban, each of the leaders of the twelve factions, now reduced to remnants, had brought their surviving troops not to retreat to the coast, but to fight a desperate battle here.

Celeste and the others had also arrived.

"Where’s ’disfigured face’?"

Wolman asked Celeste, not knowing the woman’s name, he inquired of her.

Celeste was still somewhat shocked and hadn’t recovered from the tremendous revelation. That thing couldn’t be carried around, and ’disfigured face’ didn’t trust outsiders like Celeste to guard it. He wouldn’t have left the place even for a moment before Liszt had reached the tower, he was in a standoff with Saleret, waiting for the dust to settle.

But now wasn’t the time to worry about those things.

At Heavenly Port Pier, a ravaged Bay Shore lay before them.

There were heavily casualties here, and the raging sea tossed many bodies and debris, continuously beating against the shore.

And Doringger himself stood upon the Bay Shore, his chest wound still bleeding despite the rain washing over him, his battle axe planted in the ground, his breath ragged and labored, severely injured.

Many leaders were exhausted, each bearing severe wounds. Even those not dead were on death’s door and had been hastily placed in the Inner City’s undamaged makeshift shelters to get out of the rain. However, Yiremu still had strength left, and together with Celeste and the others who had come to reinforce, they surrounded Doringger.

It seemed...

The victory was nearly theirs.

"Lord Dor, you’re quite a character, better to keep it dignified,"

Liszt raised his hand. Although the twelve factions had also become remnants and the remaining soldiers were exhausted, they still had more than enough strength to trigger their weapons.

At that moment, two or three hundred surviving members of the Firearms Team lifted their matchlock guns, or Reggae Defense Magic Weapons, all aimed at Doringger.

All awaited a single command from Liszt.

Doringger’s eternally poker-faced expression finally showed a trace of change, a bitterly cold smile playing upon his lips.

He tossed away his battle axe and stood barehanded upon the Bay Shore, pushing the construction of the Magic Pattern in his body to its utmost limit. His body glowed as his muscles bulged and prominent veins throbbed.

Even if all his men had died.

He would simply start over... as long as he himself was in the Eastern Sea, he was the Eastern Sea Lord!

At Liszt’s command.

All at once, gunfire rang out, lethal tongues of fire burst forth, and smoke filled the air. Despite Doringger’s tough skin, a flurry of bullets continued to penetrate and damage his body, causing cavitation, and he was riddled like a sieve, blood gushing profusely.

But he still stood, motionless, expressionless.

Everyone was taken aback; even though this man was an enemy, they couldn’t help but feel a hint of awe.

"If you want this position that badly, then come and take it,"

Doringger’s fighting style became incredibly rough and primitive, as if it drew from a primordial fear, issuing a terrifying war cry.

Fighting barehanded, he plunged his hands into the ground, and arcane energy surged madly, fracturing the geology ahead for dozens of meters. The ground cracked, and hundreds of stone pillars erupted from the earth.

Everyone, including Liszt, hurried to dodge. Those slower were impaled by the pillars, and Ox, amidst the violent tremors and collapse, had his thigh penetrated by a pillar. Others were again injured by the shock.

Shadi was at a loss for words, Qi swirling in his body, performing Light Body Skill maneuvers, yet he too was hit by flying debris, piercing his shoulder and waist, blood flowing freely. What the hell, there’s a third phase?!

In an instant, the structure of the Bay Shore in front of Doringger crumbled, arcane energy surged into his legs, and he leapt into the crowd of soldiers, landing with a crash, surrounded by a morass of red flesh.

Boom!

With a punch, he burst through the belly of a Heavy Armor soldier, their steel armor also shattered, and with a spinning high kick, crushed the head of a legion commander, blood spewing violently.

Energy poured into his hands, his arms crossed fiercely, and six blue arcs of light viciously slashed out, cutting soldier after soldier into several pieces.

Ban of the Seventh Amendment, still with some strength, had his long sword coated in flames. The six-barreled gun fired mercilessly at Doringger’s back, but Doringger simply turned around and crossed his arms, taking all the bullets on his forearms. Ban, wielding the sword, pierced towards Doringger’s eyes.

Doringger merely lifted his palm, blocking the sword tip, and with brute force, crushed the sword mixed with Magic Energy Material into scrap metal. Grabbing Ban’s arm, he tore it right off his shoulder.

Everyone was shocked by such a ferocious monster, and Yiremu transformed into countless insects and scorpions, swarming towards Doringger.

For a moment, waves of bugs covered Doringger’s body, countless venomous insects and mosquitoes gnawing his flesh, scorpions burrowing into his wounds.

Ether energy shielded him with a dome of light, exploding outward, turning all insects and scorpions into gobs of goo. The soldiers nearby were also reduced to blood mist.

Having been forced into his true form, Yiremu was pinned to the ground by Doringger, who raised his fist to deliver a crushing blow.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Five Thunder Guns condensed in the hands of the Holy Spirit Church personnel, all blasting towards Doringger, but his current speed was too terrifying. Agilely flipping, he dodged four of the Thunder Guns, but the one thrown by the High Priest, as if it had locked onto him, pierced straight through his chest, completely burning his lung lobes to a charred black.

Celeste hurriedly moved forward to drive the killing blow, wielding dual short swords that bloomed like silver-white roses, opening up one bloody flower after another on Doringger’s body.

Incredibly, Doringger was still not dead. Bracing his arms against the slashing, his flesh gouged out by terrifying bloody marks, he tried to grasp Celeste’s neck, ether energy converging, intending to blow her head apart.

Wearing Super Heavy Armor, Weber moved swiftly, swinging the Big Anvil towards Doringger’s head, while the Female Mage and Elf Lu released Ice Magic simultaneously, trying to restrict Doringger’s movements and covering him with Extreme Cold Ice Silk. However, the effect was quite limited, as he actively shattered it.

Bang!

Doringger kicked out, turning the huge hammer into a heap of scrap iron, and a punch landed on Weber’s Super Heavy Armor. The armor shattered on impact, and Weber was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing heavily into a wall.

Haywood’s figure stretched to eight meters high, like a giant, his claw forcefully pressing towards Doringger.

Bang!

A high kick mixed with surging arcane energy exploded the giant palm into a mist of bright red sand.

Doringger leaped high up, his hands fiercely slamming into the ground. Beneath the soil, the rocky structure within a hundred meters was completely cracked, flashing with peerless surging blue light from within the fissures.

He aimed to kill everyone around him.

Wolman, Claude, and the rest, no longer having the strength to fight, simply couldn’t run. The others were also injured, about to be buried by this strike.

Even with just Doringger alone, he brought a crushing terror that nobody could have anticipated under these circumstances—that Doringger had the means to reverse the situation.

And this was merely Doringger’s final surge of power, rapidly sweeping over this location in a short amount of time.

Liszt sped up from the shattered Bay Shore, also erupting with all his strength, spell power churning through his entire body, no longer using any weapons, fighting barehanded.

His body smoked with a black and red mist, displaying enormous strength, punching the charred black wound on Doringger’s chest. Doringger staggered back several steps, finally coughing up blood.

Liszt’s fists pounded like raindrops on Doringger’s torso and head. Each punch injected with terrifying spell power, and Doringger, already weakened, also had faint cracks appear on his skeleton.

Bang!

Doringger aimed a punch at Liszt’s head, which Liszt blocked with his hand. The residual Qi caused the raindrops within several dozen meters to be shaken into a vacuum, and the bones in Liszt’s arm shattered outright.

No one dared approach their fight.

But even so, Liszt’s Qi was ultimately slightly inferior, Doringger’s spread fingers piercing Liszt’s face, aiming to explode his head from the inside.

Liszt was also somewhat crazed, fearing no backlash upon himself. Releasing all spell power, rolling through every limb, he burnt his own skin into seething scorched flesh surrounded by a black and red mist.

Doringger’s hand was burned down to the skeleton.

Liszt roared loudly, grasped Doringger’s neck, and with a booming sound, slammed him into the ground, burying his head into the soil.

Crack!

Liszt’s hand pierced directly into Doringger’s neck, grabbing his bone and dragging him on the ground like a fierce beast, his speed seeming beyond measure, streaking into a black and red shadow.

In less than five seconds, Doringger was already a blur of blood and flesh.

Dragged by Liszt toward the Inner City, his entire skeleton scraped by the constantly crushing geological structures, beginning to wear down amidst the dreadfully sharp screeching noises.

Liszt had completely lost his sanity, the surroundings flashing by like fleeting lights, utterly unaware of how long he’d been dragging on. His entire body was also seething cooked flesh emitting smoke, pushing his spell power to its absolute limit.

Incredibly dragging Doringger into the Inner City, tracing a horrifying path, the cobblestone ground of the Inner City cracked layer by layer. Doringger had lost all human shape.

And so had Liszt. Even a resurrected corpse would be in better condition than him with his entire body charred and blood seeping.

Stones splattered and burst noisily.

Arriving at the central square of the Inner City, the very place of Doringger’s grand send-off, where a statue of Doringger himself still stood.

Pound!

Liszt, dragging Doringger, directly crashed into the stone sculpture, reducing it to rubble, and coming to the square’s very center, hoisted up Doringger, one leg burnt to only muscle fibers and skeleton by the spell power.

He gathered all his Qi, driving a knee upwards.

Crack!

He directly broke Doringger’s spine, twisting and fracturing it before tossing him onto the ground.

The dust settled.

A downpour fell heavily, the sky rumbling with thunder.

Gasping for air, Liszt was at the limit of his endurance. Now anyone could kill him. If this continued, he would die.

The charred flesh burnt by spell power didn’t recover, further chilled by the cold rain biting to the bone.

What shocked Liszt was that,

He saw that monstrosity on the ground, the disfigured East Sea Sovereign, pushing up with his hands, his spine cracking alarmingly. With his movements, it came completely dislocated.

But still, with great difficulty, he stood up—his arms dangling, his silhouette lopsided.

Doringger stood in the plaza of Heavenly Port.

No longer breathing, his chest showing no sign of movement, his eyes completely unfocused, devoid of any signs of life.

He died standing.

As if some unfinished endeavor filled him with boundless resentment.

In the game of power, the stage of the theater.

Every heart, one that never knew the arrival of joy, was just a theater.

Where people wait forever, eternally in vain.

Waiting for life with wings like gossamer.