Black Sail
Chapter 602: CCXIX. Remnants of the Previous Dynasty · Zote of the Frozen City

Chapter 602: CCXIX. Remnants of the Previous Dynasty · Zote of the Frozen City

This lonely city of the Exotic Realm has been reduced to ruins by the greed spreading from distant lands.

The veins of the sky burst open, and the flames made the black rolling clouds even more crimson, with the fierce sparks swirling above like a flock of will-o’-the-wisps, as the remnants of buildings and clock towers kept collapsing.

Tragic and distant past events, those vivid images surged once more, slowly merging before my eyes, while glass cut through the throat of time, nightmares spurting out, and everyone became each other’s gallows.

Few mortals could face such insurmountable power, those are the rivets that make history unshakeable.

Zote dispassionately scanned the crowd.

Somewhat unexpected.

But it makes no difference...

Zote never pinned his hopes on others.

"The East Sea Sovereign, is it? Then let them all come at us together."

One dragon was already incapacitated, Zote could already report success, only the cleanup remained.

Liszt remained noncommittal.

The spring gathering at Dorlinger Manor.

That immense psychological pressure could still be withstood.

In the years of running for his life, for Liszt, this scene was a piece of cake, even though he had an ominous feeling, the entire city’s fire, the vacant areas formed by the battle.

Damn it, the boss’s battlefield scene again and again, damn it, is that it?

But today is not like the past, Liszt had to consider the bigger picture, how many nails can one person, made of iron, drive? The army was pressing at the gates, without reinforcements, General Fen and the others would certainly be in severe danger.

By then, if the city was deeply besieged, even the strongest person would be worn down to death by the army.

Liszt immediately made a judgement.

"Captain’s orders, all of you return to support outside the city, execute immediately."

Liszt said as much.

Although everyone was no longer drifting at sea on the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, the words "Captain’s orders" carried the highest priority regarding nuclear war readiness, they had to quickly come and fulfill the directives even if there was a funeral at home.

Shadi and Archer did not hesitate, speed was of the essence, delay could not be afforded, they immediately went to support Fen and the others, with Chuan Che and Chiyoda following closely behind.

Only one person and two dragons were left in the Black Sail, but Garscek had already lost combat capability, her broken wings still affected by the Fallen Heaven word spirit magic, she was gasping for breath.

"Why aren’t you going?"

Liszt asked Fafna.

"Sister is still here..."

Fafna was also unwilling to leave Liszt alone.

"The heavy army is pressing in, morale is low outside, already on the verge of collapse, if you don’t go, Wolman, Fen, everyone will die."

Liszt said calmly, besides, heck with "sister", to be honest, Garscek already surpassed the age of natural death long ago, a pure old monster.

Fafna, having grown hastily in Heaven Port, was somewhat precocious, but her temperament remained childish, and with Liszt saying this, she had no retort, revealing her true form and swiftly speeding out of the city.

Zote had come for the dragon, how could he let Fafna go, with one slice, the blade came down like a storm, shattering frozen time, intending to split Fafna in half just like slicing Garscek’s wings.

A spatial shift occurred, a flash of white light, and Liszt instantly moved, rising to mid-air to block the strike with a sword.

Effortlessly deflected.

Landing steadily on the ground.

"Eleven years ago, I let you go, and now you repay kindness with enmity?"

Liszt was truly speechless; everyone he knew in the circles, whether Hened or the big shot from the Seventh Amendment Class, the people in the big prison were all unreliable as hell, and Zote was no exception, ungrateful.

The Emperor did indeed do a good deed by locking all these folks up, preventing them from causing havoc everywhere.

"Heh? Saying it like that, you were there back then too. But... you should thank me, I killed countless prison guards so the folks from the circles could escape."

Zote was locked in the big prison for many years, he was telling the truth, the so-called underworld Old Cannon in prison looked fierce, but in reality, they were just making ends meet.

It all depended on Zote, along with a few other friends deeply locked up inside.

Otherwise, with just that ragtag group, they’d think they could leave the Northern Prison?

Liszt felt something sticking in his throat, the events of that day were vivid to him, it was Hened who he let out back then, Hened made a decisive decision, relying only on a few brothers wouldn’t work, they had to release the people from the deepest parts, only then would a riot have a chance at success.

Zote wasn’t wrong either; Liszt and his fellow comrades owed him gratitude.

"Before coming here, your former subordinate, Marcus, found me. He asked me to kill you, to end the nightmare that tormented him for decades."

Liszt looked coldly at Zote, unable to imagine what kind of terrifying slaughter Zote, such a strong person, accompanied by who knew how many sergeants, would conduct in Old Aran.

But it didn’t matter; it concerned Liszt not a whit, as long as he could slice up Zote and claim the hidden rewards, tread upon roads he’d never considered, and recruit Marcus onto the ship.

"Marcus... is that really how he feels?"

Even Zote’s gaze drooped momentarily; he held Marcus in high esteem, and during the duel with Absolute Blade Henrik, if he had died, he still intended to hand over his position to him; who would expect this.

"Aren’t they such ugly creatures, aren’t they? Everyone is so despicably following their own will. My spies reported you withheld Su Yizhana from Uborio, she understands she’s the traitor selling out Mulong, is she really going to hand the country over to pirates?"

Zote had yet to receive this emphatic assertion from the Princess, though the second-in-command of the Resistance Army, Santilla, was also considered a traitor, but Santilla’s choice was wiser, handing over to Aran, unlike handing it over to pirates, which would truly be... a national disgrace.

There was only Uborio left in this country, who could be called a final hero, fighting to the last, but he made a pact with the Devil, amassing external forces regardless of the cost, even terrorists like those from the East Sea came over, he was utterly demonized, walking the Evil Path.

He would eventually be reviled by thousands, nailed to the pillar of shame.

Aran’s railroad tracks.

No matter the final outcome, even if Uborio succeeded in restoring the country, the ensuing anxious destiny...

After being run over by this wheel of hell, the royal bloodline of Su Yizhana’s radiance would only leave a hellish reflection that caused pain in everyone’s hearts.

"And what would be wrong with that, I am an elector enshrined by Alicia, the Overlord Descendant, restoring the glory of Cyrus, Empire’s firstborn, the first to pledge allegiance, what’s wrong with that?"

Liszt spoke firmly and powerfully.

Between Zote and himself today, one would have to die, so why not say it out loud? Although Alicia hasn’t officially enshrined him yet, it was only a matter of time, on September 9, the day of the Continent Martial Arts Competition, he would be damn sure to be an elector!

In short, brimming with bravado, courting death!

Zote stared blankly for three whole seconds.

Then faint amusement appeared on his face.

Then his whole face twisted, the hole in his left eye swarming with crawling Gu Worms, smirking violently, after nearly thirty years, just like the decisive battle at Royal City, his battle lust was ramped up to the maximum!

"Then let me witness the strength of an elector!"

Zote’s blade.

Supreme in strength, speed, and might.

Like a cold-blooded dance of death.

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