Black Sail
Chapter 599: CCXVI. Dumb Iron Brigade

Chapter 599: CCXVI. Dumb Iron Brigade

It was a vast advancing metal fortress, with the hinge-like shoulder armor of the Heavy Priests emitting the sound of rusted gears rubbing as they swung their arms. Just now, Fafna’s indiscriminate slaughter left icy debris and their companions’ sticky blood on their iron boots.

There were still nearly a thousand priests, seemingly outnumbering the Black Sail side, more than twice as many.

But that’s not how the numbers are calculated.

Historically, several hundred cavalry have chased tens of thousands of peasants armed with pitchforks to their deaths, and numbers are never the decisive factor in war.

Their footsteps were like the repeated strikes of iron hammers in a smithy, propelling a black line of death, synchronized killing machines in unison, wielding oversized war axes and warhammers, serving as living guillotines and living crushers!

Still five hundred horse lengths away, the black tide swept in, pressing directly against the city walls, accompanied by the oppressive black clouds in the blood-red sky.

"I really fucked your mother."

Rein’s throat rolled with tension, recalling that in the secret port of Londen City, dealing with even one of these religious madmen was a huge hassle. Back then, they at least had the advantage of the coastal terrain, but now it was someone else’s home ground.

He had never seen such a scene, feeling a bit apprehensive.

The others were even more stressed, Fen’s tightly furrowed brows almost wringing out water.

"Hey, hey, what the hell is that!"

A pirate felt fear. The Black Sail’s triumphant progress, even Garscek easily breaking a city, had caused many pirates of Heaven Port to fall under the illusion that defeating the regular army was easy, and that they too could do it.

But the reality was clearly different.

The Emperor had once personally led a conquest, subduing the Oathbreaker Land in the South West Sea, ruling over the giant tribes that lived by herding mammoths and Behemoths, who worked tirelessly as laborers in the Aran Royal City.

As the saying goes, entertain them, decapitate them, or take them in as dogs—so long as there’s hope, there will be no resistance.

A good dog can gain recognition in the Royal Court, rising in rank and status.

But internally, the giants were also divided by factions; some giants were unwilling to see their kin suffer. To construct the world’s wonders, the Emperor pressured them to surpass even the Eternal Clock Tower and the so-called Eleven Towers of the Warlock Council, flaunting unrivaled power. The construction timeline was extremely tight, demanding completion in under three years, causing countless giants to die from exhaustion during the construction of the Imperial Palace.

Many giants preferred to work for the Eternal Sect.

Amidst the canned army were several thick iron sarcophaguses standing five meters tall. Even in summer, their hearts, stronger than engine motors, exhaled smoke.

With such momentum, it seemed not only plausible for them to crush the Black Sail people but also to knock down the city walls, Rein believed.

Without the two dragons, the Black Sail truly became a ragtag group, no stronger than the so-called Mulong Resistance Army.

They could never get a seat at the highest power table of the Western Continent.

This was just the tip of the iceberg of the colossal emergence of the Eternal Sect in the waves of the times.

Even desperados couldn’t be ruthless anymore.

Two pirates immediately tried to flee on horses.

Fen saw this and, to prevent more people from escaping, unleashed powerful Wind Blades powered by ether energy from his fingertips, slicing their heads off instantly. Blood gushed from their necks as their heads rolled across the ground.

"The battle is decided. I’ve already sent someone to bring the dragons back to the battlefield; this battle will surely be won. Hold the line!"

Fen reassured the troops.

The outcome of this battle related to the efficiency of his plans. If they lost and returned to Heaven Port, who knows how many years it would take to rise again, but if they won, they would be unmatched across the four seas!

But could mere words soothe the anxiety?

At three hundred horse lengths, they were now even closer! About to sweep through!

Rein cursed inwardly as one of the core members; many were still preparing to flee. Fen’s words had little effect. As the original boatswain of the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, Rein knew how to manage people.

The East Sea people, to be honest, were all stubborn-hardheaded fellows. If someone charged first, hell, they would charge too.

Your mother, exploded!

The Brutal Punishment on Rein’s left hand was running like a red-hot iron, overloading, with perfectly aligned mechanical joints twisting and transforming into an avant-garde cannon muzzle, with brilliant arcane power surging inside.

Boom!

Like blowing open the city walls of Black Rock City, the terrifying Magic Energy Penetration Cannon blasted into the sect army, with its destructive force extending at least ten to twenty men backward from the lead soldiers, vaporized instantly as if by ultra-high temperature, leaving a long trench edged with spark-scorched charcoal.

This move consumed an enormous amount of energy and couldn’t be performed many times. Rein, taking the lead, charged into the enemy formation at full speed, with the Brutal Punishment transforming into ultra-high-temperature claws, capable of tearing through steel plates.

Yiremu, the Aran sub-dragon Great Shaman who came from the Great Wetland with Wolman, was no simple character. In the Battle of Doringger, under the iron hoof of Beima former General Horace General, without him, countless more people would’ve died.

Yiremu excelled at dealing with these cumbersome Heavy Soldiers, wielding the oldest and most sinister shaman witchcraft of the Great Wetland. His body began to disintegrate and rot, melting and splitting into a mass of rolling insect swarms, surging like a wave of dense flies and indescribable ugly insects into the battle.

These insects burrowed into the joints and ventilation gaps of the Heavy Priests’ armor, gnawing at eyes, entering through the mouth and nose, with some small insects even penetrating the pores into the body, devouring the internal organs.

They were suffocated to death inside their armor, becoming their coffins.

Seeing these two men’s valor, Wolman’s subordinates were even more fervent restoration fanatics. Wolman, aware of the stakes of this battle, did not bring any reckless youth from the wetlands to die, but brought the brothers from the former rebel forces, as long as it served the restoration. Even if it meant laying just one brick, dying here would not matter.

Wolman rode the Earth Dragon, leading the sub-dragon cavalry behind him as the vanguard. Swords and knives were useless against these guys; only the armor-piercing warhammer could be of use.

No need to defeat too many people! Just die slower, let Fafna and Garscek return, and dominate the battlefield!

As the editor of "Warrior Battlefield Cultivation," this textbook is still in use. Fen was removed, but is still its main editor.

Rein and Yiremu killed countless people, and Fen directly controlled them with thread of spell power. Although initially it was insignificant, it was the best they could do.

"I want to enter as one of your founding shareholders, willing to fight to the end."

The mercenaries hired by Nashano at three times the market price, at this moment, their commander is holding back, haggling.

In the battle where every second counts, with only two hundred horse lengths left between the armies, this person was still pondering this matter.

Fen’s mentality almost exploded. During this time, the mercenary corps commander had been very obedient, fighting against the Aran Army, even got blacklisted, but still remained diligent and devoted.

So, this was where he was waiting.

Fen, although not having the authority to make such decisions, at this moment, even if the mercenary commander said he wanted the Emperor’s wife, Fen could only act as the middleman!

"You join alone, and your brothers can be assimilated as official employees."

Watching the approaching army, Fen was already prepared to get on the stele, even if it was just to deal with the basic units of the Sect. These units together could also flatten a functional small country like heavenly soldiers.

This was enough with Fen’s words.

Loitering in Drifting City during wartime, the mercenary corps didn’t just stay without a reason. Their commander was here fishing for a big opportunity, waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime deal of wealth and glory, after having built a reputation for years, was determined to reap a big reward.

"Everyone take out the armor-piercing enchantment scroll, fight to the death."

The mercenary corps commander finally gave the order. As people fighting wars all over the world to earn wandering money, Blackwater International was generally known as the small "Dumb Iron Brigade."

Though not a top mercenary corps that made people tremble in fear across the entire Western Continent, the Dumb Iron Brigade still had some fame, with their leader Zargong being called the Iron Eater.

Fighting all over the four directions, having experience in battling all kinds of military types, the brigade always carried a large amount of weapon enchantment scrolls, which, though tricks used by third-rate magicians, had miraculous effects in certain battles, especially now.

All mercenaries were also wielding warhammers, although the scrolls were of the lowest grade, their effects were not strong, but better than nothing.

Zargong and his subordinates also joined Wolman’s team.

Ten horse lengths, five horse lengths.

Just as Rein expected, these iron-headed illiterates from the East Sea, hot-blooded and charged forward, with the Northern Beastman Ang Shan, uplifted by Liszt, were also performing well. Relying on a tall and mighty physique, he could also engage several heavy priests.

Black Sail, the Eternal Sect, and the Mulong Puppet Army clashed completely.

The intensity...

Was gruesome and unbearable.

These living guillotines, living shredders, slaughtered these ragtag East Sea groups like chickens, crushing skulls and shattering bodies with each hammer blow, cleaving from head to toe with each axe, all splitting into pieces, blood and guts splattering everywhere.

Could not see the faces of these tin cans, only felt like facing the Death God.

This cold weapon hell crowded with people...

No pirate would let their mother know they were in Silver Moon City, but, fortunately...

Most of the people traveling the East Sea were orphans.

But, beyond imagination, Black Sail’s group actually held firm, all because something seemed off behind these heavy tin cans!

Liszt, enveloped in the enemy formation, wanted to chase Zote, and had to kill his way back from the rear!

Chopping like cutting melons and vegetables.

The overwhelming ghostly sword energy killed indiscriminately; wherever the Junlin Sword’s black sword energy passed, all turned to ash upon touch.

Liszt had lost count of how many people he killed, almost wiped out a quarter of these guys.

There was a heavy giant five meters tall, wielding an overly exaggerated warhammer weighing over a ton, each swing taking away more than a dozen lives, the hammer still stained with the hair and skin of East Sea pirates.

Liszt descended from the sky, plunging a sword into its head. The giant instantly turned to ash, leaving only a pile of heavy armor scattered on the ground.

"Where’s Fafna?"

Liszt only cared about this, unlike Fen. Although he also hoped for Fafna to grow strong and rampant, he watched her grow up.

If this girl died, it wouldn’t be just a moment of silence for Mr. Archer dying, then shooting fireworks to celebrate through heaven with Dragon Scale. It would be at least half an hour of silence.

"In the city, don’t mind this side, go kill Zote quickly!"

Fen urged Liszt to quickly enter the city. He was preparing to get on the stele, which could still hold for a while. The urgent task was to immediately see. He saw Zote flying in on a forbidden magic beast, which he recognized from an encyclopedia as the Bone Wing Corpse Bat, extremely difficult to tame.

Liszt hesitated only a moment. The current battlefield situation was not optimistic, but Fafna’s situation was more critical! Could not put the cart before the horse; if something happened to her, it would be better not to have come to Mulong.

He entered the city gate, just hoping to quickly kill Zote and end this brutal concluding battle.