Black Sail
Chapter 564 - 193. There are no constant conditions in warfare.

Chapter 564: 193. There are no constant conditions in warfare.

The war in Mulong has become extremely bizarre since half a month ago.

Taking advantage of the martial arts competition on the Aran continent, the vigilance forces were in dire straits, unable to pull away any manpower, and the Eternal Sect, which contended with the Emperor, also bared their fangs.

From taxing the people and exhausting their resources, to wanton exactions, regardless of whether Uborio’s struggle was just, his reputation had been completely consumed during the prolonged hell.

The Eternal Sect, with countless methods of amassing wealth, had clergy in the 21st century who could purchase sky beads for millions, let alone the Western Continent which was still in the 18th or 19th centuries for civil use.

Wu Sangui was commonly known as little Santilla.

When Santilla, the second-in-command of the Resistance on the Kelor Highlands, surrendered to Zote.

The priests of the Church Court were all highly educated intellectuals, and the wounded in their territory were well cared for, with adequate food and daily necessities secured.

Before getting their current benefits, the distant Holy True God and the royal orthodoxy, reduced to enslaved subjects, had lost all their believers.

As for the International Corps coming to aid Mulong, the Freemasonry Alliance Front, consisting of small countries oppressed by the Aran Empire, joined the struggle fervently and unwaveringly, clinging to ideals of justice, only to drown in the Kelor Highlands.

Army General Crocodile Island was on the front lines.

Zote reported to the Church Court about the Dragon Calamity in Mulong.

The factional forces within the Eternal Sect were also extremely complex. Some could profit by preaching along the railways, while others could not. The power given to Zote by the Church Court was minimal.

But when it came to doctrine, the founding tenets could not be taken lightly; reinforcements from the Eternal Sect continuously arrived by special trains, being professional Dragon Judges.

The Dragon Judges were the most unique organization of the Eternal Sect, directly reporting to the highest echelon of the Royal Capital’s Great Church, solely tasked with killing dragons, all of them extreme madmen.

Upon Zote’s report, the nature of the situation had changed, and there were two dragons, with evidence indisputable.

Crocodile Island had long neglected Zote, even creating an opening at a supply point outside Black Rock City to lure wolves into the house and set an ambush to give the Resistance a blow.

Before becoming the Deputy Director of the Secret Department, Zote had been the national sword designated by the Monarch of Old Aran. In terms of official rank, even the Army Commander, Crocodile Island’s immediate superior, was beneath Zote.

What was a general worth?

With reinforcements arrived and Dragon Judges in hand, taking Black Rock City would be a cinch, and securing the rear flanks on both eastern and western lines, the interior of Mulong was already meat on the plate.

Meanwhile, within the Aran Military Government and the Royal Court, danger lurked at every step. One misstep could lead to lifelong neglect and dismissal or demotion if a battle was lost, or even being beheaded if a huge advantage was squandered.

The Twin Pirates of East Sea Heaven Port suffered military disgrace after losing despite having the advantage, resulting in military justice action and their escape abroad, reduced to piracy.

Crocodile Island was also not having it easy. Now, in this complex situation fraught with danger, the leader of the Eighteenth Formation of the Time Sword was extremely cunning. According to soldiers who escaped from Black Rock City, the Church Court had not killed anyone, only taken violent hold of prisoners, refraining from deadly force until a soldier killed a Heavy Priest.

This put him in a just position originally, allowing him to submit a report against the Royal Court, though it now appeared to be a failure in his management and an insufficiency in his capabilities on review.

The biggest problem was timing; with the continental martial arts competition at hand, a time when the Emperor was in the highest spirits of the year, soliciting help now might cost one’s rank.

Crocodile Island was also an ambitious and proud person. To prevent Zote and the Resistance, he held fast in Silver Moon City, with sufficient provisions to last until the end of the martial arts competition, then dispatching strong troops, establishing numerous defensive works in Silver Moon City, turning it into an impregnable fortress.

But the ones who fared worst were Uborio and Liszt.

Crocodile Island had quite the capability for survival, with decisive moves by immediately retracting completely, holding out until after the martial arts competition, after which everything would become discussable.

However, Uborio and Liszt were different.

The Royal Court and the Sect, representing the Heavenly Father killing the Heavenly Brother, adhered to a principle of fighting without breaking, contending without wounding each other. Indeed, Zote was ruthless, able to land several blows on Crocodile Island, but he couldn’t just chop him up.

Originally, this transcontinental preaching operation across the Narrow Sea was not favored by the Royal Court, and efforts to obstruct it were inevitable regardless of the duration.

Yet with Zote eliminating the Resistance and chopping Liszt, if the Royal Court continued to obstruct then, it would be seen as ungracious, causing an internal conflict in Aran, making them a laughingstock and relinquishing the world leader position to Lostra.

Thus, Zote scaring Crocodile Island was not enough; advancing on both eastern and western lines, bypassing the iron turtle-like Silver Moon City, from Black Rock City, Salt Lake City, and the Kelor Highlands, troops surrounded Drifting City simultaneously.

Now it was Alexander, besieged from all sides, the Dragon Lord singing, while pirates died.

That was how things should have developed...

But.

In preparation for a field battle intending to annihilate Black Sail and the Resistance, preventing these forces from reaching Drifting City to extinguish the last glimmer of hope.

The desperados from the East Sea were too tough!

Fen was an old political prisoner leading the rebellion against the Elder Council monopoly group in Pedan, having commanded hundreds of battles of various scales, including several major engagements.

The optimum strategy was for Black Sail to break out and escape immediately, bidding farewell to Su Yizhana.

However, Liszt thought differently.

"Choose your own hell," as Fafna had personally put it.

The hardcore happenings at the Rashomon level had already played out.

Fighting daily now, completely severed communication with Golden Palm Port, Heaven Port, and the Aran side. What was said, was water spilled, and Saleret would obediently comply.

Even if Saleret did not comply, Kai Deng would explode instantly.

Liszt twirled his thoughts, failing to find a breakthrough. After the fight with the Emperor, it was unclear what reaction there would be from the singer’s association—whether to summon him to present the Overlord Descendant or to snatch it directly. Who could snatch it from him?

If he didn’t go to the Emperor, it would inevitably be the latter.

If he did, what would Lostra, the Holy Spirit Sect, Wolman think? Additionally, the various major shareholders of Black Sail, and the multiparty organizations with voting rights, would they show the Emperor a favorable face?

Only thus could the impasse be broken!

Do or die! By the 9th, or even later, Zote’s head must be taken to make an offering to the world. Revealing this at the continental martial arts competition would... with the martial power of the Junlin Sword Master, intimidate the Four Seas.

Simply do it.

Two dragons, fiercer than B2 bombers, bluffing? Your Aran City people can’t use it, just watch Brother Li driving, Ghana!

Even with the massive combat personnel from the Church Court crossing Silver Moon City, with near thousands of violent Heavy Priests, under the Dragon Breath, even the thickest steel plate was melted into molten iron.

Forcing the enemy to keep a thousand miles away, Zote did not act rashly again. Awaiting the accumulation of strength, with the Dragon Judges reaching the frontline from Black Rock City, waiting for Crocodile Island to recover by the 9th, and then scoring a victory.

The continental martial arts competition.

Involved not only the distinction of a thousand participants, determining winners and losers, life and death.

The struggle in Mulong had entered a white-hot stage, with only half a month left, till August 25th, a major battle was imminent.

"Has the armor from the King’s City museum battle been procured?"

Zote asked the adjutant.

Though damaged by Cicero, with a crack in the chest, no longer complete, even repairing it would mean only regaining six or seven tenths of its inner circuit strength.

But that was enough.

"It’s been purchased, and will arrive within a week."

The adjutant replied. Only such monstrous old regime remnants could bear such a distorted inner circuit load.

"Is that so, then everything is settled."

Zote spoke no more.

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