Chapter 14

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The Goddess of Black Wings Cersei was also known as the Goddess of Plunder and the Goddess of Atrocities. Although she did not sound like a positive character, she was one of the seven true gods officially recognized by the continental nations.

She was the patron goddess of pirates and looters, and her duties included: unjust war, atrocities, plunder, and theft.

While there were few open and honest sanctuaries in the civilized world, there was a broad base of religious belief among pirates, robbers, thieves, and warlords of small nations.

The sect was filled with all sorts of dangerous people who could not live in the civilized world, murderous criminals, fugitive officers with bad track records, assassins, notorious pirates, and so on.

Perhaps it was a mockery of the civilized world, but the potential power of this crime-filled Black Wing Sect was even far beyond what an average small country could hope to achieve.

Although Blood Anchor Zack was just a most ordinary believer, it did not prevent him from getting spiritual encouragement from the Goddess of Black Wings. Well, the encouragement was really only spiritual.

As he watched the two ships getting closer and closer, Zack was confidently preparing to lead his team to capture the ship and clear away his successive bouts of bad luck. Suddenly, he saw the formerly unmarked cannon ports on the side of the ship remove their covers, revealing twelve “incredibly enthusiastic” cannon ports.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their opponent’s decisive firing caught the pirates off guard, and a cannonball even hit the deck that was completely unprepared, plowing a path of blood.

Zack shouted while dodging desperately, “Return fire! Return fire!

“Ah-!!! Finish them off for me!!!”

Roaring madly, he vented his anger.

Even though he knew he had probably shot himself again this time, Blood Anchor Zack knew he had no choice.

If he could not lead these red-eyed villains to victory, his best outcome would be if the entire crew banished him to a deserted island to die.

The pirate ship returned fire as it quickly approached the Yellow Bird.

Zack felt that he still had a good chance to cut in windward, and the advantage was on his side in both the cannon battle and the boarding battle.

Whoosh!

A pirate leader beside him had half his head sliced off by a flying, solid cannonball, and Zack did not blink as he hissed grimly, “Follow me! Boarding party! Take the ship!”

Bamp!

The two ships were quickly brought together and held in place by hooks the pirates threw. Some anxious pirates did not wait for the ship’s plates to lower, and had already grabbed the cables and swung straight onto the Yellow Bird.

“Roar—-!!”

“Hahaha—!”

Boom!

Boom!

The pirates who swung in were greeted by a barrage of musket fire.

Some of the pirates fell into the sea, while many more managed to land on the Yellow Bird by making use of their numbers and taking the bullets head-on.

As more and more pirates boarded the merchant ship, a brutal battle ensued.

Sitting in the cabin of the ship, Alvin, who was witnessing the first pirate robbery of his life, also had some feelings about his fate with the Blood Anchor. After killing a dozen or so people in Leopold, he decided to give them the gift of death once again.

With the exquisite bastard sword given to him by Lord Naberry, and the short musket he had seized from Black Bear Billy hanging from his waist, Alvin pushed open the cabin door and walked out.

…

On the gory battlefield, if one did not have extraordinary skills, who would dare to claim certain victory? At first, Captain Joseph was full of confidence. But after he engaged the pirates, he could only rely on the skillful cooperation of his crew to reduce the number of casualties.

Victory would go to the stronger side. The only good news was that the crew of his merchant ship outnumbered the pirates almost two to one….

But against the bloodthirsty and fearless pirates, the situation was still not optimistic.

Alvin wielded the bastard sword, which most normal people would need to hold with two hands, with one hand. As the sword flashed, his expanded attack radius caught a pirate off guard and he slashed the pirate’s head off.

Insiders all knew that in a situation where one’s experience and sword technique level were almost equal, one would become truly unstoppable if they were faster than their opponent. That was why in the world of martial arts, speed defined the winner.

Just how fast was Alvin, who had almost reached the limits of the human body? Only the pirates who fell to his sword would experience it.

In Leopold, Alvin had spent most of his time searching for pirates that were scattered around the entire commercial district, so the process of engagement was very short.

But this time, everyone was crammed onto the deck of the Yellow Bird, which was less than 40 meters long. There was no need for Alvin to look for pirates, as they were all over the place.

“Things aren’t looking good for the Yellow Bird!”

Even though they outnumbered the pirates two to one, they were almost being pummeled by the pirates.

The pirates who were screaming at the top of their lungs and fighting fearlessly did indeed have a crazy fighting power that the law-abiding citizens of the civilized world could not match. And when fighting, they did not hesitate to resort to dirty tricks. When fighting them, normal people would immediately cower in fear and would only be able to use 50% of their combat strength.

And one could clearly see that two of the strongest pirates who had boarded were pouncing on the main resistance force of the crew. Meanwhile, the Yellow Bird had no one who could match their strength.

In the world of the Extraordinaries, where greatness belonged to oneself and personal factors were infinitely magnified, just one or two masters could influence a small-scale battle.

This was the root cause of the merchant ship’s steady retreat.

Although Captain Joseph’s commanding ability was good and clearly carried a military feel, there was no one he could command. On a sailing ship, where the terrain was extremely complex, experts simply would not be killed just because a large number of ordinary people ganged up on them, and no matter how good the commanding was, it could not stop the enemy from advancing.

Alvin watched for a while and decided to make a sneak attack and take out one of the masters first, then keep the remaining one busy. That was the only way the Yellow Bird could have any hope of winning.

A brown-skinned pirate with dreadlocks, Kruger, was roaming the deck with a machete in hand.

When he saw any resistors who were even slightly powerful, he would directly attack them or disrupt their formation to create opportunities for his own side. If not, he would directly kill the leader of the opponent to reduce the losses for his side.

As the first mate of the Blood Anchor, and one of only two Extraordinaries on the ship, Kruger had always held himself in high esteem.

If not for the “thing” in Captain Blood Anchor’s hands, he would have been no match for himself, let alone the big, stupid Black Bear, who was his subordinate.

So when Blood Anchor Zack failed a few plundering attempts and even caused heavy losses to the ship, he jumped into the ring with Zack and tried to grab more power over the ship.

And it worked well, with most of the crew already secretly leaning towards his side.

As long as he was the first to seize this ship, it would be simple to gather a group of crew members to work with him, and leave the small, single-masted ship to that useless guy Zack.

But he would never admit that deep down inside, he did not want to confront the guy who had joined the Black Wing Sect with him and learned the Cersei Machete Technique.

It was just that this guy who was immersed in his own beautiful fantasies and killing by instinct had not noticed in the slightest that a god of death had slowly approached him.

“Display data!”

Name: Unknown

Rank: Apprentice knight

Gender: Male

Identity: Blood Anchor pirate ship’s first mate

Attributes: Constitution 0.6

Strength: 0.68

Agility: 0.7

Intelligence: Unknown

Abilities: Unknown machete technique (proficient)

PS: Highly likely to be proficient in breathing techniques.

Alvin did not know his name or abilities, so naturally the data would not display. But the other data was already very detailed.

“As expected, it’s impossible for all of the strongest people at this level to be at this level because of their natural talent. It’s just that I don’t know much about machete techniques, so I can only see that this is an enemy oriented towards agility.”

After secretly observing for a while and obtaining the opponent’s general data, Alvin already had an idea.

“Although there’s still a gap with me, his body stats far outclass those of Black Bear Billy in all areas, so I really can’t have a narrow view of things.

“If he still has any trump cards up his sleeve, I might actually lose. Let’s lower his speed first!”

As his machete parried away the machete of the strong sailor fighting him, Kruger was about to slash again and take his life. Suddenly, he felt a chill down his back and rolled to the ground without thinking.

Bang!

The dodging action of the pirate first mate Kruger did not work at all against Alvin since he had already predicted how Kruger would move through his observation of him. The lead bullet that was aimed towards his torso to increase the hit rate still opened a bloody hole in his thigh.

His blood flowed instantly!