Black Sail
Chapter 593: CCX. Bloodshed at the Golden Palm

Chapter 593: CCX. Bloodshed at the Golden Palm

Although Zahak’s current military rank is merely a Navy Lieutenant, he hopes to accomplish this task to atone for his sins and return as a General, or at least to be transferred back to the Constitutional Soldiers.

Bartlan, on the other hand, is giving face to the Sword King for future convenience within the Constitutional Army, making things easier to handle.

Therefore, he is always treated as an equal, and everyone in the Navy, who have been around in the military scene long enough, understands this clearly, and treats Zahak with utmost respect.

Unlike ordinary soldiers, the dragon in shallow water will eventually soar to great heights.

"Please state your purpose. With the ongoing war in Mulong, there is no way to verify identities. I will convey your message to Zahak, otherwise, you will be turned back immediately."

The naval leader surrounding the Black Sail group said.

The Navy has been heavily supported by the Royal Court recently, with funding being quite ambitious. The situation in the Narrow Sea is unpredictable, and equipment has been upgraded as well.

The Navy does not require armor, they wear lightweight leather armor. The Aran Army designed their uniforms to be quite stylish to attract people to enlist.

Morison is no fool. If he messed around and made it to the pier without being exposed so far, it says something.

"Liszt has been beheaded by me. I present his head to meet the military commander, hoping to secure a position in the Aran Military."

Upon these words, there was a stir.

Zahak and Bartlan, too, no longer watched from afar, swiftly jumping down from the ship’s side, landing steadily on the pier, and hurried over.

"Where is the head?"

Bartlan bypassed the soldiers and came before the "Mulong Army" group.

Morison, Mika, and others had already been asked to dismount.

But a pirate is always a pirate. When the hundred or so ferocious pirates they brought were pushed to the edge, they couldn’t hold back their murderous intent. If successful, they would live in luxury at Heaven Port for the rest of their lives. If not, they’d die, there’s nothing more to say.

"Right here."

Morison took out a silver briefcase containing the top-grade equipment "Maple Forest," and simultaneously removed the disguise, a turban wrapped around his head.

The terrifying face was exposed, with half of it completely burned and disfigured. To eliminate the twisted massive burn scars, he self-mutilated with a knife, slicing two or three dozen cuts, resembling a vengeful spirit.

Mika was never a combatant. Although the Dark Demon Scripture runic tattoos on his body were extremely impressive, his heart was about to jump out through his throat. Damn it, just because of a heat of passion for Qili, he followed Morison here. Hopefully, they won’t die here?

Zahak’s eyes narrowed, his thumb-width scar from being cut in Londen City faintly aching. How could he not recognize this person?

Damn it.

Now, the distance between himself, Bartlan, and those people is no more than ten horse lengths. If they suddenly launched a decapitation strike, it would be difficult to handle.

But times have changed, and he has already mastered some principles of the supreme swordsmanship.

The salty sea breeze passionately collided with the coastal rocks, shattering into pieces.

The noonday sun was even more fierce.

"That’s the high-frequency weapon forged for the Ministry of Energy by a Court Mage! This person is one of the East Sea Pirates involved in the train robbery at the end of last year, a core member of Black Sail, Morison, Firearms Team! Shoot!"

Zahak decisively ordered.

Bartlan seeing this, drew his sword, and the Generals were gathering over. These people dared to penetrate enemy lines directly into the heart of the enemy’s camp, bold indeed!

These were not at all like the Constitutional Soldiers encountered at the secret port in Londen City, brushing up their resume. As soon as Zahak ordered, the Navy acted in unison, raising their guns, and immediately smoke filled the air, as dense shells rained down, shredding towards the crowd.

Bartlan, experienced with life and death, found it strange after one volley when the enemy showed no resistance.

When the smoke cleared.

The scene was too bizarre.

Metal coarse iron shield walls appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the small-scale assault squad completely, bullets striking those coarse iron surfaces left not even a scratch.

The terrifying thing was, these metals immediately transformed into black granular sand, flowing back to Mika, spreading over his body as tattoos.

Bartlan stared at Mika’s runes, never seen such in his life! This was beyond the scope of Magic, never heard of any Magic Technique that could create metal of such scale.

But even so, so what? These people were too foolish; there were still two to three thousand Navy personnel aboard the ships. Even if the Continent Martial Arts Competition Champion were here, trapped in such a Killing Formation would deplete them unto death. Just a little over a hundred people? Nonsense!

"Reinforcements are on the way, just keep killing!"

Mika led the charge, constrained by the curse of Calirabos, she could only engage in horseback slaughter, needing to offer more sacrifices to engage in wave after wave of combat with Qili!

This will definitely work!

Saleret made it known to the capital, and upon hearing Zote was dismounted, the capital would surely be shaken. His position was more than adequate to toy with Qili.

Under the terrifying power of the Demon’s lust, Mika became a veritable meat grinder, pressing her hand to the ground, black runes shot out forming spikes, disemboweling the naval soldiers one by one, hoisting them into the air and tearing them apart, their entrails splattering everywhere.

Those who dared to volunteer, these hundred pirates were veterans among veterans, former Black Sail crew members, One-eyed Dragon, tattooed brutes, who once had backing, living lavishly, watching over their prosperous lives as construction supervisors, would become extravagant and highly praised if they braved through today.

They were killing with bloodshot eyes, hacking tendons and bones, determined to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Chaos broke out at the pier, it was intolerable!

The Aran Navy warship’s assembly call rang out, and the waiting navy immediately prepared for battle, their high quality continuously entering the fray.

It had already turned into close quarters combat, the pirates and navy tangled together, shooting randomly would only cause friendly fire.

However, the navy wasn’t feeble, sharp-sighted lieutenants on the ship were poised with magic-guided rifles, shooting a pirate’s head off with one shot.

This was a suicide mission, with a hundred pirates encircling a thousand navy men, madness.

Yet Mika, with her unparalleled prowess, ensured the isolated pirates didn’t lose morale immediately, as metallic spikes and chains went on a wild rampage against the navy.

For Morison, it was already satisfactory, far exceeding expectations, the worst case being having to fight all the generals and soldiers by himself.

With the small fry blocked by Mika and these hundred elite monsters, he could simply focus on beheading all the generals!

Pirates didn’t typically issue military orders, but words were spoken.

If they failed this time, it would be a big disgrace, who would bear the cost of the Doomsday Base? Who would fuel his Benz?

"Those aren’t ordinary pirates!"

Zahak watched as Bartlan recklessly charged forward to chop down Morison and promptly issued a warning.

But Bartlan paid no heed, seeing the East Sea as no match, just a gathering place for worthless scum, which was no big deal at all.

Unclasping the briefcase, assembling the nine weapons into a Special Large Sword called Maple Forest, he held a double-barreled shotgun in his left hand. Morison placed Maple Forest on the gear of his left arm armor; a torrent of sparks sprayed wildly, the whole sword vibrating violently with a high-pitched hum, slicing through anything.

Zahak sensed something amiss, believing Joshua must have died at this person’s hands, having witnessed Morison’s monstrous abilities and rushed to assist Bartlan immediately.

But it was too late.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The double-barreled shotgun, in Morison’s hands, was wielded like nunchucks, pushed to its limits, roaring like a tiger, he fired in all directions at Bartlan.

Bartlan, wielding mighty and powerful swings, deflected all the cheap bullets with the wind force emanating from his blade embedded with Magic Ore.

Engaging in close combat with Morison.

Maple Forest and Bartlan’s swords clashed wildly, the clanging of metal threatened to rupture eardrums.

"Too slow!"

Bartlan dismissed it, blocking a sword strike, stabbing at Morison’s unguarded abdomen from an acute angle.

However, Morison deftly dismantled Maple Forest in midair, tiptoeing on Bartlan’s blade, and launched into the air, dismantling short swords and daggers from Maple Forest, they all embedded in Bartlan’s body, shoulders, chest, joints.

Blood spurted!

Over ten soldiers rushed to support Bartlan, but were no match for Morison, as Flying Knives shot out, piercing through the back of their heads.

Sharp knives shot from his sleeves and shoes, executing a series of flashy strikes, jab, swing punch, high kick, spinning kick, seamlessly flowing, each move lethal.

Finally, a pull on the steel wires of Maple Forest recalled the nine weapons from Bartlan’s body, reassembling into the Special Large Sword, Morison turning the gear on his arm armor.

Meanwhile, Bartlan’s entire body, tattered and gushing blood, crumbled to his knees, completely dead.

The generals had assembled, and with Zahak, looked on in stupefaction at this scene.

"All come at me together."

Morison was still prepared to wager a fortune at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, aiming to amass thirty trillion Golden Dragons.