Black Sail
Chapter 596: CCXIII. Blood-Colored Silver Moon

Chapter 596: CCXIII. Blood-Colored Silver Moon

The waves of sand ripple like the sea in the Great Desert, while the lone fortress echoes with the winds whispering like thunder.

The setting sun casts a foot of autumn glow, as flames blaze in the city east of the fortress, casting shadows of a flying phoenix.

The Junlin Sword Master, triumphant and unrestrained, roams across the Four Seas.

"I seek not the Lian Chengbi, only the Murdering Sword."

Liszt leapt off the fortress, capturing the Dragon Girl’s waist, awake to wield power over the realm and drunk in the embrace of beauty. Even as a mere pirate, holding supreme authority with a beloved in arms, how could one not lord over the world?

Garscek merely rolled his eyes wildly, unaware of what the concept of the East Sea King truly means—a birthright unparalleled, which even Lao Li had to acknowledge.

However, his stamina was running low, so let him rest for now.

"What ancient version, the Murdering Sword was deleted long ago," he spat.

Fastest on his feet, Rein arrived below Silver Moon City first. The strategic value of dragons was immense. Fafna was an imposter, while the true Garscek of the mountains appeared. Even the formidable Army General of Crocodile Island with his Aran Lion Army was forced to retreat without a word.

Rein walked with hands in pockets, mimicking the stride of K, murmuring, "Satan, Satan, Satan."

Liszt frowned, the audacity of such insolence. Yet, seeing Rein’s condition, if even he couldn’t resist, why not follow suit?

"Bloody hell, this is a bit terrifying!"

Rein had a sense of foreboding, for the surroundings of Silver Moon City were eerily empty, and the entire city was ablaze, flames reaching skyward. The setting sun bled into the horizon, clouds deep crimson, while the desert winds whipped sands furiously.

The final strategic goal, Zote had not moved, stationed 20-30 miles away, with magic-guided cannons poised, emanating a chilling intent from afar with their iron armor and Time Swords.

This aura had been felt by Rein thrice: once at the secret port in Londen City, once in the Aran Railway Hill Area, and once at the den of the dog pirates.

Damn it, this feels like the Boss battle.

Hooves clattered, as the main forces led by Fen arrived.

Silver Moon City had completely lost strategic value; it was merely burning ruins now.

The decisive battle for the Mulong situation surprisingly unfolded on the wasteland outside Silver Moon City, Fen pondered, considering Zote had gained control of Kelor Highlands, while Uborio with his army engaged the western front, albeit with minimal pressure. Zote’s main forces, along with himself, were concentrated on the eastern front.

Things were thus progressing more smoothly than Fen anticipated—securing Silver Moon City required less effort than expected. Apart from the legendary Ancient Reg Dragon Rider who once deployed dragons in war 900 years ago, there was no precedent for using tamed dragons in combat.

Lao Li proved himself a Dragon Tamer, completing Crocodile Island with minimal, near negligible costs. As for Zote, he was merely a remnant of the previous dynasty, not a real threat.

Wolman observed the burning city and fleeing citizens evading the flames. Even among abandoned Aran soldiers, they were nothing but defeated soldiers, posing no threat.

There’s no justification for slaughtering these citizens indiscriminately; achieving strategic objectives suffices.

The battlefield is no playground, contrary to the melodramatic headhunt contests depicted in operas. With no regrets for lacking opportunities to engage the army by hand, Wolman gazed at the dense congregation of religious zealots afar.

He anticipated the looming conflict.

On battlegrounds where percentages of deaths did not trigger collapse, one faces the iron armies. Morale shatters more easily than one might imagine, for people cherish life. At the first sign of defeat, when one gives the path of escape, everyone follows suit.

But religious adherents don’t think this way, dying finally is seen as fortune—a gateway to meet the Dragon Lord.

Sensing Wolman’s eagerness, Fen quickly intervened. The Great Wetland stood as top three in Aran adversaries—their lizard warriors battle Aran with charm enhancements, but now is not the time to act impulsively.

"Zote could retreat to Salt Lake City or Black Rock City. Unlike the reshuffled internal conflicts in the Military Department led by Crocodile Island, the railway Aran constructed remains in their operation. Reinforcements can continuously arrive via the front segment of Black Rock City railway. These religious zealots won’t be completely slaughtered without inducing deeper enemy movements to decapitate their leaders and curb their sweeping momentum."

Fenlerma halted, seeing Zote’s army still inactive, also proposed to refrain from rash assaults, despite having dragons on our side, proceed cautiously.

Moreover, while Fafna accompanied the troops, no one expected her to commit fully. Should unforeseen circumstances arise, Fafna was advised to immediately return to Heaven Port, avoiding participation in matters here.

Shadi raised an eyebrow; Fen’s proposal seemed rational. However, Fen himself carried a sense of self-importance, issuing a barrage of suggestions, perhaps overstepping his bounds.

"Since it’s General Fen’s proposal, it must be reasonable."

Liszt ordered all Black Sail forces to hold position beside Silver Moon City, observing Zote’s moves. Damn it, presumably himself was the one who released him eleven years ago; Zuo, you’re truly ignorant of the heights of Heaven and unschooled in the ways of underworld.

Shadi concurred with Liszt’s statement.

Even Shadi, a long-standing good-natured person, recognized the transformation Black Sail had undergone. With its immense influence managing Heaven Port, controlling the entire East Sea, radiating along all continental coastlines, it secured a position among top-tier profit organizations. Successfully completing this endeavor launched them truly onto the global stage, no longer significant but imposing, surpassing Doringger—stomping sends tremors across the continent.

Among numerous key figures, despite sharing camaraderie from social circles, each harbored different agendas. If Fen wished to establish his own faction, it certainly posed a challenge to maintain control.

Yet, the looming threat demanded focus beyond internal discord.

"Aggressive avoidance of taxes warrants thorough investigation."

Chuan Che rode up to Liszt and said unexpectedly.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

This left Liszt stunned. The man seemed to have figured it out, his desire to make money surged, but his brain wasn’t quite functioning right.

"Bro, you have to take care of Celeste thoroughly. To be honest, those religious charlatans have no chance. If I accidentally run over Zote, he’d be crushed. The key is what follows. I’m here to seek big money and become a big official. If you make her comfortable, she’ll definitely collude and sell out, and the Lostra Intelligence Bureau will grant many titles."

Chuan Che said as such.

Liszt’s expression was extremely colorful, realizing why others become Hall-level adventurers; they’re truly talented. "Absolutely, must work hard!"

Liszt was actually a bit speechless, thinking sarcastically about the collusion and betrayal. Was he the foreigner here?

General Fen’s main forces temporarily awaited at the edge of the city. Zote, on that side, had magic-guided heavy cannons ready, even if the ruins of Silver Moon City could serve as cover.

If Zote wanted to make a swift march to a decisive battle, he’d have to set aside the cannons; otherwise, transporting cannons during a charge, or using them to hit his own men, would be foolish.

Zote wanted to quickly sweep through these troops with real blades and guns. If he lost, even Fen wouldn’t complain, but Fen deemed it unlikely. The Black Sail soldiers were strong and formidable, with the Double Dragons covering them. Fen also understood some of the stele’s mysteries, having tested it many times, and could display its power without mediators.

Directly behead Zote.

As Fen suspected, Zote couldn’t hold it in.

The Continent Martial Arts Competition began today in the Imperial City, and gamblers worldwide celebrated wildly.

The Pope personally decreed to have the Double Dragons’ corpses transported back to the Imperial City before September 9th, as a prize for the martial arts champion, to be titled the Guardian Sword, and steal the show in front of the Royal Court, sharply slapping the Emperor in the face.

The champion’s identity didn’t matter; even if it were a dog, the Pope wouldn’t care, as the intent was purely to disgust.

"You, Emperor, can slay dragons, but any henchman of mine can slay dragons too. Who is the true Emperor here?" The Emperor’s face would swell from the slap.

Accounting for transport and dissecting time, Zote’s time was running out.

He found the Black Sail group waiting by the city.

Multiple thoughts raced through Zote’s mind. Silver Moon City was within the magic-guided cannon’s range, and he could shoot those people now. But they wouldn’t stubbornly defend a strategically worthless Silver Moon City. If this motley crew got scared and ran away, he really wouldn’t know where to find dragons next.

Fen focused on strategy; Zote didn’t care at all and intended to kill them all. That was it.

"Pass my orders down, march swiftly, and strike Black Sail until they’re utterly incapacitated."

After Zote spoke, he also ordered the Church Court’s Judgers to be ready. He’d personally enter the fray, let the two evil dragons reveal their true forms, and, as for anyone else, no one was his match even for a single round.

After the orders were passed.

Zote led by example, riding a fast horse, clad in "Ten Directions Great Destruction," and wielding a nameless sharp sword, galloping towards Silver Moon City.

Behind him were the Mulong Puppet Army’s light cavalry, the Eternal Sect’s heavily armored Time Sword main forces, marching swiftly, with a menacing presence, blood-red setting sun, and swirling yellow sand.

Zote alone could face a thousand, with golden armor and horses, swallowing thousands of miles meaningfully.

Liszt didn’t expect Zote’s boldness, but he didn’t hesitate long before making a decision. He and his side had waited for less than five minutes. They were doers, after all, but even with one-eighth of the continent’s strength, why should he fear?

"Advance everyone."

Liszt also mounted his horse, to meet the No. 1 Wanted Criminal in Aran from eleven years ago.

"Waiting for you to say that."

Wolman, clad in black gleaming scale armor, mounted on a mighty Earth Dragon, wielding a war axe larger than a door panel, terrifyingly led over a hundred elite Sub-dragon warriors and Monges Wetland’s Great Shaman Yiremu, charging with Liszt.

Unexpectedly.

The mercenaries hired by Nashano were also extremely courageous, fighting this battle with the hopes of securing government office-lined positions, their morale high.

Shadi, the Beastman Ang Shan promoted by Liszt, Yakai Chiyoko, and Chuan Che, also led Black Sail’s main forces into the battle.

Fafna understood that in the world there were no free lunches. She chose the hell she liked.

"Let the slaughter begin."

Fafna’s expression turned cold, with the gentleness in her eyes receding.

Little did they know...

They played right into Zote’s hands.

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