Black Sail
Chapter 594: CCXI. The sky has no rain, the earth is scorched and dry

Chapter 594: CCXI. The sky has no rain, the earth is scorched and dry

Mika doesn’t care about any sort of fellow countrymen nonsense.

Back when he was an officer at Chenxi Port, he was exploited and blackmailed by various military departments like the Constitutional Soldiers, garrison, and National Guard, and was scapegoated and wanted, only regretting he hadn’t killed enough of them.

Even as the Aran Navy relentlessly charged into the battle circle with the white blade fight, only about ten of the hundred fearless fighters were killed in action.

Mika realized that even though he was deeply surrounded, and the elite squad he brought might not last until reinforcements arrived, making it two minutes was already considered extremely tough luck.

There’s no doubt that reinforcements would be victorious; there was no contest between the imprisoned sailors and the large army once led by former Gihon Army officers.

To hold out longer, Mika, though not a combatant and not very knowledgeable about fighting, knew he couldn’t kill all those people himself. The tattoo path connects to the Annihilation Domain, with endless strength drawn from it, but serving as the medium bearing that connection, the load was enormous.

Huge metal spikes crazily grew on the ground, like a sickle during autumn harvest claiming lives, with explosions of iron wire curling densely like thousands of serpents tunneling into holes, falling into a snake den, then torn into a mess of mud.

After using annihilation energy for large-scale slaughter like a deity of death, slaughtering over a hundred sailors, it turned into a river of blood, with the sea breeze’s salty flavor mixed with the pungency of fresh blood organs, a highly intense scent.

As for Mika himself, his spiritual power grew increasingly scattered, a weakness spreading from the soul as its source throughout his entire body.

Some wise ones might ask if you can endure a lethal injection through sheer willpower?

This is actually a misconception stemming from modern people’s infrequent engagement in fierce combat. Not to mention anesthesia, a complete-force uppercut striking the richly nerve-ending jaw would make even adults lose their willpower, with underdeveloped cerebellum and unfed brains, flipping the skull shut and fainting on the spot.

Even if it was downright tackling high-level demon Carrie, it wouldn’t be this taxing.

Mika also changed his strategy; continuing this way wouldn’t work. He focused entirely on assistance, using the flexibility of annihilation energy to precisely slaughter rear enemies, providing a favorable fighting environment for the East Sea warriors, doing his utmost to prevent the desperados from falling into a disadvantageous state of being heavily outnumbered.

The battle situation started to stabilize slowly, just as Mika expected. Despite the Imperial Heavenly Army Aran Lion Army’s unstoppable sharpness, high-level training, and battle experience.

These hundred or so people were all severely selected during the East Sea S1 peak competition in Liszt’s era. In the Western Continent, with various magic enhancing physical fitness, sending these pirates to a hero ranking fight would ensure facing enemies distinctly, not even a wily leopard-head could hold, experts on par with Wu Erlang killing your entire family.

How vast is the East Sea?

Anyone falling into misfortune from all over the world and three religious teachings and nine philosophical schools inevitably trudge through Heaven Port, among them there would undoubtedly be Mulong fellows. They originally thought once they went out to sea, they would rapidly sever ties with their homeland, but returning to see the calamity of Kelor Highlands, railway war zone, being fooled by the Divine Sovereign Church’s Resistance Army, drinking charm-infused water believing themselves impregnable, driven to a foolish death, national sentiment inevitably arose.

"In the twenty-sixth year of New Aran, the Divine Assistance Fist Yihe Tuan, with no rain under the sky, the land parched and dried, all foreign devils eradicated, Mulong united Jingjiang Mountain."

A Mulong pirate slaughtered fiercely, swung the blade while war shouting to cheer himself, unaware he was hit by a cold shot in the shoulder, kept slaughtering, quick sword decapitating Military Master, heads rolling immediately, necks spraying intermittently like a geyser along with still jumping hearts.

Mika secretly thought, not good.

The Black Sail Pirates were now stuck in a predicament similar to the battle at Londen City’s secret port.

The naval ships aimed at the shore with T-shaped advantages, though the ships did not use cannons due to the close combat white blade fight, to avoid accidentally injuring allies, the ships served as natural covers.

The Aran Army never had wine bags and food sacks, many confident shooters dared to fire within the chaotic circle, fearless of friendly fire.

Amidst several gunshots, Mika couldn’t discern the source, whether or not this pirate brother learned that slick line from the former Fuma Keqing sailor.

Soon hit by a head-on shot from the ships, dying with murderous intent, his face frozen at that instant, instantaneously died falling headfirst on the ground, trampled by the surging sailors afterward.

On the ship.

"I am Stone... Stone."

A navy officer with a gloomy expression wielding a rifle, muttering self-hypnosis, the sound around him deafening, gunfire enveloping his poor visibility. Despite the ship sitting deep and stable in the near sea like a rock, it couldn’t shake off its wooden main structure restrictions, slightly rocking under the surge in the Narrow Sea.

Even so, his hit accuracy was superbly extraordinary, the whole person eerily still as a stone, taking down a pirate with each shot.

Known as the Eye of Dawn, he finally played a significant role today while observing the most eye-catching Mika in the battlefield, trying to discern the pattern of tattoo runes on him, aiming to land a fatal blow when those defensive metal hexagons disappeared.

Mika was never a combatant, and his mind started to waver. The team, already a suicide mission fighting against a larger force, was rapidly losing members. Forget holding out until reinforcements arrived, even lasting another two minutes seemed unlikely.

Damn it, Morison, what the hell are you up to!

In an instant, the situation turned, and Mika could do nothing about the navy on the warship hundreds of meters away, while the continuously joining navy forces were surrounding them tightly, leaving them trapped.

All hopes rested on Morison, who boasted about beheading all the generals. Only if he resolved things quickly could the East Sea brothers, daring enough to take on a job that promised riches through nine deaths and one life, avoid complete annihilation.

Led by Zahak, a Vice Admiral and three Major Generals surrounded Morison.

Rank is never a measure of a person’s ability.

The adventurer’s guild is the same, and Magnus is a good example.

A title is just a title, and there are likely people among the new adventurers who can hold their ground against even Hall-level competitors.

In the Aran Military Department, many people are just waiting for a big battle to earn their promotions, and the highly efficient elimination process of the Aran Military Government ensures this. Many officers are eagerly awaiting vacancies from the deaths of their superiors to fill in.

Liszt being classified as an Area Lord equates to being a Duke of the feudal official nature. Killing this wretched man could earn a promotion to Grand General, and considering the danger of the East Sea Bandits, a few more positions might open up.

"Last year’s battle with you was a big defeat. Now that the situation has reversed, I can mediate your relations with Aran, but it’s limited to you alone. Stop now, serve the Royal Court, that’s the right path."

Zahak wasn’t one of those beasts from the Imperial City Royal Court. Remembering the mercy shown last year, even though Morison had directly killed a Vice Admiral, he was still willing to recommend him.

Morison forced a smile, his disfigured face looking more ghastly than crying.

A general’s monthly salary, is it worth risking life for?

I’m the biggest founding shareholder in the East Sea, I have no less money than you, endless Mercedes, endless gas.

Finally, don’t look at how these generals act so arrogantly abroad. Back in Aran, under strict laws, any misconduct by officials is seen as leverage against them. At most, they secretly find more mistresses, have secret silver parties, then immediately become good gentlemen back home, pressured by various high officials. What’s the point of living like that?

How is it as carefree as the East Sea? Liszt, that kind of person, doesn’t even care about managing you. You kill someone else’s entire family, strike to the head with every cut, from the top of the skull down, and he would only comment on how these heads are concave. Then it’s not me asking you, you’re asking me.

"Damn it, you’ve made me lose all face in front of my friends."

Morison truly believed last year that Zahak was tough, so he decided to spare him.

But the skills Morison had, he hadn’t learned from anywhere, he was just that tough.

With complete insight into the combat environment, his organization wanted neither an assassin nor a warrior, but someone who, during inevitable unknown events, could definitely accomplish the task, becoming one of the most stable rivets in the distant future.

More enduring than ancient organizations like Miracle of Suffering, Life Weaving Society, and Rose Society.

Flipping his robe, flying knives burst forth like a peacock tail spreading out.

Zahak and others wanted to dissipate the momentum, but the target wasn’t them. Hundreds of meters away, on several warships, the navy shooting cold shots from the bulwarks were all hit by the knives, right between the eyes.

Their power was comparable to a bed crossbow, shattering skulls and the ensuing drag pulled the headless bodies several meters back before they fell, including a naval officer known as the Eye of Dawn.

Morison also knew that time was short, this was completely not the time for games, unleashing full firepower to resolve things quickly.

"Come, let me see what you’ve learned over this year."

The peerless killing intent pierced through, with no spell power fluctuations, yet it was spell-like. The seabirds, already affected by the battle, frenziedly flew away.

The scattered black tide receded with shrieking cries.