Black Sail
Chapter 600: CCXVII. The Shadows of History

Chapter 600: CCXVII. The Shadows of History

The most ridiculous thing has happened!

The most, most ridiculous thing has happened!

For the three Evil Dragon Judges, the sight before them is more shocking than hearing the news of the Emperor’s demise.

It’s as if a low-functioning Parkinson’s patient truly completed a highly complex neurosurgery using only a screw knife and wrench.

No one expected Archer to fight. They just hoped he could gather intel on the battlefield and follow orders, because there’s a big task ahead, and he was banned from drinking these days.

A few minutes ago, Archer was frightened by the massive army of canned soldiers, and just happened to hear a loud noise. Something was happening in the city, so he thought of some tactical evasion, and came in to check it out.

But he didn’t dare come in without drinking; Lao Li’s antics have become increasingly bold. The good old days spent idling on the ship were much better than now, and Archer found himself unable to adapt.

For Archer personally, being a cook on the ship and being a major shareholder isn’t much different. Every day was about drinking, and the money was squandered on pretending to be wealthy. To him, it didn’t matter whether he pretended or not; the difference was truly negligible.

He secretly took a couple of swigs before coming.

"Dragon Descendant?"

The leading Judger could only think this.

Learning to emit dragon sounds is harder than becoming a professor at the Pedan National Arcane Academy. Ten years is the basic unit; someone starts learning from the age of ten, and even if they are a prodigy, by twenty they have only just begun. Some language elements contain word spirit power, but it’s insufficient to perform complete word spirit magic.

Moreover, on the Western Continent, Sound Emitters form a small circle. Most know each other, and no one has ever heard of someone popping out of nowhere to master it directly.

What kind of encounters hasn’t a Judger seen? But never something like this.

Sound Emitters usually only emit Dragon Language sounds. If their energy is diverted to practicing swordsmanship or learning magic, ten years is certainly not enough; they’d die without even entering the basics.

Word spirit magic, Dragon Scale transformation.

It’s not actual dragon scales growing, but semi-transparent golden scale armor with flowing shimmering light covering the surface, significantly enhancing physical fitness, with terrifying defense capabilities. It also grants dragon-like traits, growing semi-transparent energy horns and tails.

The three Judgers are in this state.

And also...

Archer.

Archer wields a sword, holding his usual crude iron curved sword, which is practically a knife.

"Damn awesome..."

Archer felt flushed after drinking, extending his hand to examine the semi-transparent golden scale armor covering his body.

He managed to learn the basics of the Fireball Technique by reading erotic novels, but alas, casting arcane art consumes concentration, also known as spiritual power.

But Old Man’s spiritual power is so weak he can’t even light a cigarette with a fireball.

Yet word spirit magic differs, harnessing a more mysterious power that touches the Dragon’s language, a fundamental force requiring no expenditure.

Archer considered exploring the area and saw Garscek completely grounded and unable to fly, quite vulnerable, with Fafna protecting her.

Fafna, transformed into human form, wasn’t affected by the "Fallen Heaven" word spirit, and single-handedly repelled three Judgers and those wielding the Time Sword.

The racial divide remains insurmountable.

But the opposition... they are sect elites, top dragon experts. Even Fafna was injured, forced solely into defense, preventing anyone from approaching Garscek.

The chaotic fight didn’t encourage Archer to charge in, fearing the aftermath might obliterate him instantly.

However, as he pondered and listened to those three Judgers speaking their garbled language, it grew increasingly familiar – not truly familiar, but an absolute auditory sensation, an extraordinary and supreme talent.

The intrinsic differences between Dragon and human meant Archer couldn’t learn the word spirit used by Garscek and Fafna, but the similarity in their emission patterns...

Now it was clear.

A new Dragon Language emitter, even rarer than a dragon itself, emerged.

In the Dragon Scale transformation state, Archer entirely compensated for his trash physique depleted by years of drinking and physical labor, leveraging an innate developed knife skill cut from chopping vegetables, which can now make a name in the East Sea.

When his blade severed air without a whistle, leaving only three strands of hair sliced into six segments on the trajectory, the Judger retreated half a step attempting to block. On the left clavicle was a spider-thin line of blood, marking where the blade sliced three seconds ago. While the Dragon Scale state shattered transparent golden scales, the delayed sight conveyed this harbinger of death.

Blood gushed out.

"What egg descendants, Daji would just pour tea into a vat and quiet them down."

Archer hardly understood Dragon Descendants; he knew he was undoubtedly not one. Already verified at the Ji Weng Palace, no inheritance means no Amatras. As the royal family’s servant, tested without exception, he was mundane, a cow without bloodline limits. As for gifting, it still reduced to drinking, mundane.

The coarse remarks startled Fafna, raised in Heaven Port. Even island dog pirates lacked the carefree audacity of an innate talent.

One struggled to ascend through anomalous sect channels, striving for dark insanity and dread, loudly reciting in school, enticing blossoming affection from the school beauties, his avant-garde rebellious taste OIOI, stealing the limelight.

Yet even such a person, elevated through low-tier ascension, was but part among those 3D soldiers instantly dispatched by Archer.

3D signifies low culture, low quality, low income, like a brother a fugitive.

The lead Judger was taken aback, this chaotic existence overwrought.

Dragon Language learners often gather at Evgeny Peak, the Western Continent’s highest point with countless names, World’s Throat among them, ideal for training due to its height and tranquility, but never heard of Archer.

Those quick to learn Dragon Language must be Dragon Descendants, mimicking the immortal will of Ancient Dragons, the so-called True Dragon bloodline in the mortal realm.

Yet this character didn’t resemble these traits, no Dragon Descendant qualities.

Perhaps...

Such a genius truly exists?

Then these decades... what are they?

The Dao heart collapsed.

The three Judgers and Archer were all in Dragon Scale state, but in terms of swordsmanship, they were leagues behind Archer, completely overwhelmed by Archer.

Fafna also used terrifying area spells to delay those dragon-faced white-robed men, preventing their support.

In desperation, the Judgers frequently cast word spirit magic, Dragon Breath, but the power gap between humans and dragons was too great. It could be said to be a counterfeit, but in terms of killing power, it was excessively destructive.

The fiery Dragon Breath spewed towards Archer, and at the moment the curved sword was swung, the blade’s edges howled as if tearing through the air, the blade swept like a dragon’s roar, leaving a shadow and flashing like thunder, the blade’s momentum split the flames before it fully withdrew.

Archer directly retaliated, first showering flames upon the three, forcing them to scatter in panic, unable to form a formation, then, under the terrifying speed granted by Dragon Scale, targeted one, shifted positions a few times, stepped up, and delivered a diagonal ascending slash.

Although it seemed like just one slash, it emitted countless cold gleams.

Like butchering a cow, it was as if the pig on the butcher’s hook had its leg meat, tenderloin, five flowers, elbow meat, ribs, tendons, and miscellaneous parts all scattered, the blood was perfectly released in an instant, separated without any foul smell, ready for cooking.

This sword technique was too sinister!

One of the three Judgers was dead.

But Fafna couldn’t withstand the overwhelming number of Time Sword members, all elite from the sect. Although collectively called Time Sword, there were Magicians, Demon Swordsmen, and powerful ones who understood the Eternal Miracle and controlled time.

Among the Time Sword, there was someone well-versed in the Dragon Lord’s miracle, even Fafna felt everything around her slowing down, as if time had frozen, but only in a certain range. Inside the domain, the city fires flickered more slowly, while outside the domain, it was still a raging inferno.

And that person!

Fast as if from the future, Fafna realized belatedly, a sword was already stabbing toward her back.

Bang!

The exoskeleton armor’s gauntlet clenched the sword, Chuan Che forcefully twisted it, and snapped it directly.

Shadi and Yoshikawa Chiyoko, along with some Black Sail people, had already arrived, joining the fray.

"So this is where you’re waiting!"

Shadi was secretly shocked, Zote was ready to directly slay Dragon, seeing the commotion here as the core force of the sect.

Fafna was Fafna, and those on Black Sail were just ordinary people. Each Time Sword was a master of some sort, Chuan Che snapped the man’s sword, yet he was also well-versed in arcane magic, crystallizing ice into blades on his hand, charging towards Chuan Che.

Just one Time Sword was enough to entangle Hall-level Chuan Che.

Chuan Che was renowned for his exquisite fighting skills, being selected by the Lostra Intelligence Bureau indicated his prowess, yet that dragon-faced white-robed man without a name was enough to hold him back.

Fafna had already killed some Time Swords, leaving over a dozen.

But now Fafna was injured, and Garscek seemed half-unconscious and unable to fight.

Shadi was also attacked by two Time Swords, the people he brought could only delay time, with only a few captains who once competed in the East Sea Peak Tournament Liszt Season able to barely hold their own.

Yoshikawa Chiyoko seemed to be a simple woman, but was regarded as an esteemed guest by Doringger. If it weren’t for the overly dominant Ernie, known as the Mirror Sea Sword King, few could match her.

With a wild tachi that could hang clothes eight feet high and combined with Qi Gong Body Techniques, she was here chasing a husband across a thousand miles, advancing and retreating with Shadi.

In dozens of rounds, unexpectedly, she killed one Time Sword.

With the arrival of the team commanded by Fen to return, the situation slowly reached a stalemate.

But it couldn’t last long.

The Bone Wing Corpse Bat flew into the distance, and Zote had already reached above Silver Moon City, leaping from low altitude and heavily crashing onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ah... it’s like returning to the past."

Zote was not familiar with anything more than this.

In the countless wars suppressed by Old Aran Town, it always ended like this, with the city’s flames consuming everything.

Recalling the past, the war drums clanged with grief, the flags fluttered in the wind.

Zote loved this fire, the fire that enveloped everything, forcing everything to kneel, this was... the essence of power.

Yet another massacre.

Zote was completely unaware, he was turned away from a giant figure.

Although Garscek was struck by the "Fallen Heaven" word spirit, with the delay from Fafna Archer and others, he was slowly recovering.

Simply by flapping wings, the terrifying dragon with a wingspan of a hundred meters, even the airwaves shattered the city buildings on one side, violently flapping, how could the force be less than ten thousand jun? The target was only one, to directly obliterate Zote!

The loud noise seemed to shatter even the clouds in the sky.

Zote didn’t turn around, the Ten Directions Great Destruction filled with crimson, that was the power of a slaughtered kingdom! Turning backwards, he poised with the knife, standing like a rock in a flood with a solitary shadow.

Unmoved!

Even shook that giant wing open! Trembling in mid-air!

Turning and slashing backhand, cutting the powerless wing frozen in mid-air.

The surging blood flowed like a waterfall, dyeing the entire city red.

Everyone only felt their scalp tingling,

"I’ll kill you..."

Fafna lost her mind.

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