Black Sail
Chapter 565: CXCIV. A Certain Magical Index

Chapter 565: CXCIV. A Certain Magical Index

"Once there was a taxi driver using a Land Bird to pick up passengers. One day, he was picking up a fare when he encountered a completely naked woman. The woman noticed the driver staring at her and said, ’What the hell are you looking at? Never seen a naked woman?’ The driver smoothly replied, ’I just want to see where you keep your money.’ However, the woman’s response was... ’The electricity dancing at your fingertips is my unchanging belief in this life.’

Rein recounted this story to the pirates from Aisnor Province.

Since Tiger-men are Old Aran people, it’s rare for them to become pirates. Only those who have committed crimes come here, unlike other races where many are driven by poverty and desperation to sail the East Sea in search of power.

Fen’s dispatch ability can be described as the more the merrier. He is called the soldier immortal, also known as Little Fen.

The scouting fleet, the patrolling fleet, and the main assault force are all arranged meticulously.

This time, we have a true micro-management master. B2 bombers versus medieval tin cans, this time the advantage is truly ours, blooming with vitality.

Tiger-man pirates are rare. All of them are led by Rein. The Highland Wolfmen and the Aisnor comrades have insane stamina and legs, so they were put into the patrolling fleet.

They follow a fixed route every day, killing any enemies they encounter. When the scouting fleet detects the enemy, they can react immediately, without the main assault force running all over the place.

In critical moments, they can also merge with the main force to crush the enemy in one fell swoop.

"What does this mean?"

A Tiger-man was completely baffled by Rein’s words.

They had defeated a ten-man Heavy Priest squad, and there was only one survivor left. Rein had to extract some information from him.

These Tiger-men had only one thought: Rein is an outright monster, with his bizarre left hand that can scratch through even several centimeters of steel, made of some unknown material.

The answer is, Ancient Divine Steel from the Ancient Divine Continent.

Unfortunately, these religious Madmen were all like mutes. No matter how much they were tortured, they would rather die quickly than speak. For those who didn’t die happily, they saw it as a test of their faith by the Dragon Lord.

"BILIBILI, a certain scientific railgun!"

Rein adjusted his left hand to Brutal Punishment mode, turning it into a Magic Energy Penetration Cannon. Magic energy particles gathered at the advanced precision cannon barrel, then a blood-red magic beam shot out.

The Heavy Priest was obliterated, along with his heavy steel armor, by the powerful beam cannon. All that was left was a pit several meters deep, with the elliptical edges carbonized, smoldering, and sparking.

"Things are progressing smoothly. If Zote doesn’t deploy a large force soon, we’re going to push through."

Rein spoke confidently.

The main force had one and a half B2 bombers. The reason for the "half" was that Garscek just wouldn’t take Liszt’s orders.

Only if Liszt sweet-talked her would she sometimes come play.

Who could defeat such a powerful main assault force?

In a few days, the Black Sail’s front line will be pushing towards Silver Moon City, and even Crocodile Island’s Army General can’t withstand a B2 bomber.

As for Uborio, he was already retreating to Drifting City, realizing that the Resistance Army banner he held was being slowly undermined by Liszt.

But this guy was stubborn, never even seeking a conversation with Liszt, acting like he just wanted to drive the Aran people out of Mulong, not caring who did it.

It’s said that Uborio is a man of principle, unwilling to bow for five bushels of rice, so the Arans couldn’t buy him off. The conditions they offered could have let him spend a lifetime in debauchery with models and gambling, living like a king.

But Uborio wouldn’t have it, leading to today’s situation.

"What time is it now?"

Rein didn’t like wearing a watch, so he asked his adjutant to report.

"It’s one thirty-six in the afternoon."

The adjutant was somewhat puzzled.

Because according to the fixed route arranged by Fen, the patrol team should meet daily at an intersection point, to prevent any team from being annihilated or enemies infiltrating and launching a decapitation strike.

This way, they could also check on each other.

"Strange, why hasn’t the mercenary corps hired by Nashano and Archer arrived yet?"

Rein scratched his head, wondering if they had died. Even though Black Sail was powerful now, challenging even national agencies, their actual size was still a far cry from other powers.

Of course, letting Archer lead a team was impossible. Liszt intended to elevate a Beastman named Ang Shan. Archer, as Ha’er Commander, was only focused on drinking, although he had Magnus as a guard, under the pretext of learning a few tricks. This truly stunned Rein, seeing a Savior-type figure mentor a sickly soldier was beyond belief.

Ang Shan was making most of the decisions. It was said that he had some status back home in the Northern Realm. Considering the recent alliance between the Bay Federation and the Beastmen, with ambitions to make big moves, Liszt also wanted to get involved.

Rein understood: Liszt was becoming a Little Emperor, with influence in multiple places.

The scorching sun hung high; the dry heat of Mulong was unbearable for most people. The high temperature and gusty wind distorted the light reflecting into the eyes, making everything shimmer in a mirage under the blazing yellow earth and wind-eroded rocks.

Though Rein had undergone Magic Transformation, his fur-covered body couldn’t stand the heat. His sebaceous glands were hyperactive, and he couldn’t bear the heat, so he chugged several water pouches.

There were also attacks from sect members in the Kelor Highlands. Morison and Mika had already returned to Drifting City to help. It was tough fighting on two fronts, but Rein still chose to trust General Fen.

The radio was very heavy, and low-cost instant communication technology wasn’t very mature yet, so they still relied on Fen’s little arcane gadgets.

It was still a sealed wooden box with beeswax. When opened, a raven transformed from Fen’s Magic Power would fly to the designated location, ensuring easy communication during wartime.

By two o’clock, Rein figured the two teams were likely dead. He was about to take out the communication box to wait out wasted time, planning a forced march in the upcoming hours.

But Nashano’s mercenary corps appeared at the end of his vision. The Human Race’s pace was slow compared to the Aisnor comrades and the Highland Wolfmen, who all rode horses.

When they finally arrived...

"What’s going on? Did you meet Archer and the others?"

Rein asked the mercenary corps commander. Nashano had indeed hired a reliable group of professional ex-military personnel. After this operation, Rein figured Liszt would likely try to incorporate them.

"It’s a long story...

The scouting team discovered the enemy, but Ang Shan, despite having decision-making power, still wanted to respect Old Man’s face. Old Man said it was too hot at noon and wanted to rest for half an hour before attacking.

This baffled the scouting team leader. Old Man was a founding member; who dared to rush him?"

The mercenary commander’s forehead darkened.

"Ah this... Did anything happen to Old Man?"

Rein feigned a sorrowful tone, but his eyes and smiling mouth betrayed his joy.

"Uh... no. Those Heavy Priests also decided to rest for half an hour before setting off. The ambush was successful."

The mercenary commander was bewildered.

Rein was astonished, "What an incredible pair of opponents!"

Speak of the devil, Archer’s team had also arrived at the intersection point of the fixed route.

Meanwhile, at the back of Drifting City...

Mika made a decision that defied his ancestors. He had to quickly finish the business in Mulong and head to the Continent Martial Arts Competition! With his status as a founding shareholder of Black Sail.

Wild!

F*ck!

Gorgeous!