Black Sail
Chapter 589: CCVI. Army General

Chapter 589: CCVI. Army General

Liszt used the broad view from the tower to spot a massive group of Madmen to the east, Magic Cannons, heavily armored cans with rotating machine guns, and white-robed people wearing Dragon Face Helmets.

And also...

Liszt couldn’t believe it—a group of a thousand people, dressed like Mulong people, were also present.

Goodness, Zote is slicker than Crocodile Island, even managing to produce a Puppet Army.

However, it was impossible to discern who Zote was among the crowd.

Zote sat back and watched the tigers fight, trying to gain all the advantages he could.

But Liszt didn’t care—kill them all. A single person’s strength can only drive so many nails; against overwhelming numbers, individual power is ultimately limited, unless you’re a Dragon with extraordinary AOE damage; otherwise, time will eventually wear you down.

First, deal with Crocodile Island. Once the Black Sail elite force arrives, execute Zote and report to the Continent Martial Arts Competition to inform Heaven, shaking the Capital.

"Your martial prowess is wasted in Aran. Why not join me to gallop across the Four Seas and dominate the world?"

Liszt quite admired the person from Crocodile Island, who had previously extended an olive branch to him, albeit with both kindness and intimidation. This person could make the best decisions in the current situation and even injure Garscek—noteworthy for a Grand General. Such a talent would be a pity to kill; better to recruit him and unite at the East Sea.

Liszt was indeed a top-tier Nether Star Plague Person, and Crocodile Island recognized him at a glance as the newly rising hegemon of the East Sea, Liszt.

"You’re quite ill... but the treaty is still valid. Once you deal with those fanatics outside the city, I’ll mediate on your behalf. With your military prowess, you could at least be recommended for Vice Admiral. With meritorious service, promotion to Grand General is only a matter of time. My relationship with the Army Commander is quite deep."

Crocodile Island pointed his sword towards the vast army of Madmen outside the city, speaking as such.

Liszt drew a cold breath.

Garscek’s force attacked so fiercely that they nearly ruined Silver Moon City in no time, causing unimaginable psychological pressure.

That person can still remain so calm?

Only pity the Continent Martial Arts Competition has already begun, but Crocodile Island’s proposal was excellent; now he could truly join forces with him to kill Zote.

However...

Even if Saleret halted the plan upon receiving an urgent report,

Kai Deng wouldn’t hold back on his side. Once exposed, detaching all family assets would be required to exchange for this so-called Vice Admiral cap.

Sorry about that.

"In that case..."

Lanshika Tye’s Junlin Sword did not merge with Liszt; instead, it was hidden in his hand. With a single thought, he summoned it, the erupting power turning the sweltering summer heat into an intense killing aura, chilling to the bone as if plunged into an ice cave.

In close combat, Garscek’s mobility lost its advantage.

The Vice Admiral beside Crocodile Island, also clad in Magic Pattern constructed armor, had already lunged towards Liszt.

Yet...

Husband and "wife" mixed doubles.

Garscek raised a hand, casting terrifying Gravity Magic that made the entire tower seem to sink; bricks deformed, and everything was forcefully attracted downwards.

The speed of the three Vice Admirals slowed considerably, as if a heavy weight was upon their shoulders, yet the Magic Pattern constructed armor allowed them the strength to continue hacking.

But too slow...

The power of Legendary Demon Swordsman Omega—the three illusory white specters simultaneously emerged from Liszt’s body, jumping to the trio’s front.

Three sharp strikes.

In an instant, Liszt had passed through each specter, appearing briefly to slice through the armor with the Junlin Sword, like cutting through air, slashing skin.

Blood didn’t even flow.

The wind swept through the yellow sand, gently blowing.

Striking the ground only with the tinkling crash of armor made of Magic Patterns as these three men turned to flying ash, cursed to nothingness by a terrifying, darkest century of spell power.

As a Grand General, Crocodile Island couldn’t help but recognize this artifact. How bizarre that someone could wield the Junlin Sword?

The iron soldiers, diehards guarding the flanks of the tower still alive, seeing disturbances at the city gate, rushed to the aid.

Yet Garscek’s might was completely unreasonable; he merely lifted his fingers, a purple-black Beam Cannon burst forth, nonchalantly obliterating the already unorganized remnants, utterly destroying them.

Black Sail far surpassed Uborio’s imagination a hundredfold. If not for considering future power allocations within Su Yizhana’s government and meeting Lostra’s strategic requirements, they would have counter-attacked long ago.

Only now, as the Continent Martial Arts Competition coincided, with all factions in the Alan Royal Court Military Department busy making money and engaging in internal struggles, did the present invincible situation occur.

As for the infiltration progress of Oasis Country Wadina, if the Aran Mulong Front were to be defeated, it could still backfire and expand the virus of enemy agents inland.

Celeste’s superior, the head of the Lostra Intelligence Bureau, truly must invite Liszt to his home for New Year’s dinner.

"Lord Crocodile Island, you’re a Commander with no troops now, so you really should consider my proposal seriously."

Liszt was someone who cherished talent.

When the Boss offers hospitality, the world’s hearts align in return.

"What a joke... I wear armor crafted by the Aran Armed Architects, an army unto myself. If I were to lose to armorless pirates and ugly reptiles, I wouldn’t deserve to continue."

Crocodile Island showed no fear, even when facing justice in a two-on-one with the Junlin Sword Master and the descendant of the Devourer, maintaining his staunch demeanor throughout.

He swung his sword mockingly, just shy of touching the noses of both opponents.

That’s what he said,

but in truth, Crocodile Island felt no remorse—a person caught but calm and resigned to his fate, having enjoyed a dozen springs, summers, autumns, and winters of entertainment in the Heaven Palace.

Serving half a lifetime, enjoying worldly riches and heavenly celebrations.

Already desensitized.

To die here, slain by the Junlin Sword Master and an evil dragon, wouldn’t disgrace his name or past glorious achievements as an Army Grand General. This battle was destined by fate, oppressed by internal enemies while dragons ravaged outside, united alliances—an unwinnable sin.

Crocodile Island truly was Aran’s most unfortunate, a cushy lucrative assignment turned into a tragic fate like Dou’ E.

More impressive than dying in some unnamed mine at Wind Breath Canyon like Edmond, truly several levels grander.

Liszt genuinely admired him, on a different level than those mingling in the East Sea or bureaucrats like Beima Mulong—the general of a great nation, a national treasure—speaking with such bravado.

Replace him with anyone else—a cowardly surrender would ensue.

The more Crocodile Island put on airs, the more Liszt admired him—such an overpowering figure would not submit. Enjoying prosperity in Aran, he surely looked down on the broken Heaven Port.

"Since you seek death wholeheartedly, come on then."

Liszt had learned his lesson, housing Lanshika Tye’s sword in his right hand. Previously, with Yunkai’s sword in his left hand, he truly suffered.

Since he was an Army Grand General, Liszt would offer the highest honor, ensuring Crocodile Island a swift death.

He removed the crude, makeshift barrage helmet, an ice-crystal spell power, delicately tracing fingers over his figure, requiring no Magic Pattern constructed armor. Where fingers brushed, armor of burning icy flames of spell power formed, fully covering his body, the monstrous foot armor and gauntlet, even his face hidden by a Magic Mask Helmet, like an avenging spirit.

Appearing unbeatable by human power.

Crocodile Island chuckled softly.

He advanced.