Church's mood soared again. He felt that everything he experienced today could not be described as "smooth sailing" or "good luck". It was simply God's grace!
"Oh!"
The iron-cast ram of the galley slammed into the side of the caravel at a thirty-degree angle. Under the action of inertia, the ram rubbed along the edge of the deck and crushed all the railings in a line.
The scalp-numbing sounds of friction and breaking continued, wood chips and wooden fragments flew all over the sky, and finally the two ships came close to each other in a nearly parallel posture.
"Young ones, come on!"
Church swung his scimitar, and before his order was given, more than 30 sailors behind him rushed forward impatiently. Some of them even didn't bother to set up the gangplank and jumped directly onto the deck of the galley.
"Alas... young people are too impatient and can't keep their cool."
Seeing them acting like mad dogs pouncing on their prey, Church held his forehead helplessly and followed the huge group of pirates slowly, not looking anxious at all.
He was not worried that all the good stuff would be snatched away and divided up by his men. After all, the most valuable things on this light sailing ship were only three: the magic cannon, the ship itself, and the crew.
And these three items cannot be taken away, and in the end they will belong to him as the captain.
"I hope not to kill too many people. The rowers in the bottom warehouse need to be replaced recently... so as to avoid spending money to buy more."
"Kill!"
"Kill them all!"
"Victory is ours!"
However, at the moment when the first group of pirates rushed onto the deck of the light sailing ship, a large group of men, armed with a variety of weapons, rushed out of the cabins and towers, screaming and colliding with the leading pirates.
"what!"
"my hand!"
"Help……"
For a moment, screams and cries were heard one after another. In terms of combat effectiveness, a group of merchant ship sailors could not compare to the murderous and well-trained pirates and mercenaries.
But there were only five or six pirates in the lead, while there were more than a dozen crew members rushing out. With the absolute advantage in numbers, more pirates fell in the first round of confrontation than crew members!
"Oh, a dying struggle."
Church followed at the end of the team, holding a machete, with a sneer on his face. Of course, he had expected this situation, and pretending to surrender and then ambushing was not a brilliant plan.
However, no matter how hard these guys fought back, it was just a flash of lightning. He knew very well how many people a 20-meter-long double-masted light sailboat could carry, generally more than 20 people.
We have the advantage in numbers, equipment, and combat power. How can we lose?!
As for those men who were chopped down... they are dead, so they are dead. As pirates, there is always no shortage of manpower.
Even the pirates thought so.
Seeing their companions who were leading the charge in front of them being hacked to pieces and bleeding like pillars, they did not feel fear, retreat or anger. Instead, they swarmed forward even more fanatically and fought with the crew of the Challenger who were determined to fight to the death!
Their inner thoughts were simple, that is, it was a good thing if more people died, because this way, after they captured the ship, there would be fewer people to share the benefits with them!
Driven by such a crazy state of mind, the morale of the pirates who suffered the sneak attack did not decrease at all. Instead, they became braver and braver. Each of them rushed forward, stepping over the bodies of their companions who were lying on the ground and wailing, as if they were risking their lives.
It didn't take long for the pirates, who already had an overall advantage, to gain the upper hand.
Chapter 413 Fighting
"Damn, what a bunch of mad dogs..."
The first mate of the Challenger had a livid face as he watched the pirates pounce on him one after another. He was filled with murderous intent, his temples throbbing wildly, and his knees trembling uncontrollably.
But he knew that as the second-in-command on the ship, he must not retreat to the rear to "command the battle", otherwise the morale of the crew would plummet and they would undoubtedly be defeated in an instant!
By then, even if I could survive and hide temporarily, what would that do? No one could escape from the vast ocean.
So he mustered up his courage, picked up the slightly rusty machete in his hand, and rushed out first when the other crew members were all showing fear on their faces:
"Brothers, fight me!"
He is meters tall, with strong limbs and waist, and weighs more than 200 kilograms. When he is ready to kill, he is like a moving fortress.
No pirate could stand a chance against him. When he swung the blade, its force and power were so strong that no matter how the enemy tried to block or retreat, they would be knocked to the ground and unable to get up again!
This approach of leading by example was indeed very effective. When the crew saw their leaders running in the front, the fear on their faces disappeared a lot, and they all rushed forward with shouts, not being forced back by the waves of robbers.
With the first mate as the "tip of the spear", a dozen crew members were like a sharp knife, rushing directly into the pirates, and advancing with a firm momentum, pushing them back little by little.
But this would obviously make the first mate a thorn in the eyes of all the pirates. Seeing this big and strong guy leading a large group of people to charge, the pirates also realized that as long as they got rid of this thorn, most of the remaining people would collapse on their own.
"Kill him first!"
So they all turned their spearheads on the first mate, and at once waves of knife-blade flashes came crashing down on the burly man.
Although the first mate is the strongest among the crew, he is still a mortal after all. How can he withstand the swords of more than a dozen people attacking at the same time?
He hastily parried two or three blows, but his back and arms were still chopped off several times. Even though he had specially folded several thick clothes to protect himself from the sharp weapons, the severe pain still made his eyes blur.
Enduring the burning sensation on his skin, he slit the throat of the pirate in front of him with a knife. Before the pirate's body fell, another pirate with a spear rushed up.
At this moment, his initial strength had been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated. He was completely unable to react and was pierced directly through the left chest by the three-meter-long spear.
"Well!"
His body went limp in an instant and he no longer had any strength.
"Master Tom!"
"Beast, avenge Tom!"
"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"
He could hear the crew members shouting in fear and anger. Just when he thought he was going to die...
"……Eh?"
But I found that... my consciousness seemed to be still clear?
He was completely unable to control his body and collapsed on the deck. Blood gushed out from the wounds all over his body and his body temperature plummeted.
It's just like a corpse.
But... his consciousness remained completely clear, and the pain from the wounds on his body... didn't seem so unbearable?
This happened everywhere on the deck of the Challenger. In the fight with the vicious pirates, the crew members were inevitably killed or injured, but those who fell to the ground...
But they were all extremely surprised to find that for some reason they neither felt any pain nor were they unconscious.
However, they could not speak or move, so the crew members who were still standing were unaware of the situation.
In their eyes, the greedy and vicious pirates killed their leaders and companions right before their eyes. As expected, the pirates did not lose morale on the spot, but instead burst into an even more ferocious killing intent:
"Go! Avenge our brothers!"
"Kill them all! Kill all these beasts!"
The battle was at a stalemate for a while. More than 30 pirates had already boarded the deck of the Challenger, but none of them broke into the cabin or the ship's tower. Instead, they were all blocked on the deck by the crew members who fought desperately.
Church, who had been watching for a long time, knew that it was time for him to take the stage. He exerted force on his feet and was about to jump from the galley to the deck of the Challenger to kill these ungrateful guys without leaving a single piece of armor behind, when a black shadow suddenly enveloped his vision.
"...Huh, it's finally here!"
He did not show any panic. Instead, he snorted confidently, picked up the scimitar and held it horizontally in front of him as a blocking gesture.
"boom!"
He had just completed this action when he felt his arm vibrate violently and was forced back several steps by the powerful force.
When he turned his eyes to the scimitar in his hand, he found that this weapon, made of very high-end materials and craftsmanship, actually had a big hole in it, as if it had been bitten by some ferocious beast, and was almost completely broken.
There were no fragments or residues, and the missing piece of the blade seemed to have evaporated into thin air.
"……interesting."
A slight surprise flashed across his eyes, and he immediately threw away the completely broken scimitar in his hand, and drew a spare one-handed long sword from his waist. He raised his head and shouted in a mocking manner:
"Is this all you have? A supernatural being who hides his identity."
Since there is a magic cannon on this light sailing ship, it means that there is definitely at least one extraordinary person on it. As a high-end combat force that can decide the outcome of the battle, there is no reason for the extraordinary person to stay in the cabin and not come out.
Since the other party has not shown up yet, it can only mean that this guy has the same idea as himself... He doesn't want to waste his energy on clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers, but instead points the spearhead at himself, soldier against soldier, king against king!
Now, the enemy's extraordinary being finally took action.
"Whoosh!—"
When he looked up, a black shadow jumped down from the top of the Challenger's ship and fell straight towards the pirate leader!
In the twilight of dusk, her long, slightly curly, dark purple hair danced in the wind, and her dark purple eyes were filled with determination and resolve.
Seeing the enemy attacking, Church didn't say any more nonsense. The spiritual power that had been ready in his body was immediately mobilized, attached to the sword in his hand along his arm, causing a faint fluorescent light to appear on its surface.
This is a specially processed weapon that can conduct spiritual power, making it stronger and more reliable!
After he finished all this, the big-breasted woman with purple hair and white shirt arrived in front of him. A black glow suddenly appeared between her palms, and she struck him directly in the face with her bare hands!
"Mage... in what field?"
Church was thinking in her mind, but her body was driven by fighting instinct to swing the sword. The sharp blade fell heavily on her palm, but did not cut it. Instead, it made a crisp sound of metal clashing.
“Bang!!!”
Church was pushed back several steps again, and was slightly surprised to find that although the special sword in his hand was intact, a small part of the spiritual power he had previously injected into it was missing.
It seemed like it was consumed, but if it was a natural loss, then the loss would be too much. It was more like... it was neutralized and offset by some force whose essence was "nothingness".
"Strange abilities."
He made such an evaluation, but with a powerful enemy at the doorstep, he had no time to delve into it.
As soon as he stood firmly, he took a step forward, and at the same time, he retracted the elbow of his sword-holding hand, like a pulled slingshot, and stabbed the enemy along the center line, straight into his heart.
The two sides were evenly matched in the first round, so it might not be easy to determine the winner.
Chapter 414: The Limits of “Mortals”
There is another chapter updated at 8pm.
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While the leaders of the two ships were engaged in a fierce battle, unable to determine the winner, a one-sided massacre was taking place on the rear deck of the Challenger.
"brush--"
The weak blade of the longsword swung in an arc, and the sharp blade instantly cut the throat of a pirate who was about to rush forward.
"puff--"
The blood gushing out from the carotid artery spurted out like a fountain for several meters. Part of it fell on a figure in front, staining the long black cloak with a few blood stains.
But now, this cloak with a simple and quaint shape... is covered with traces of dark red, some parts are still bright, while others have already dried up.
The blood-stained cloak swayed and danced continuously with the flexible but swift steps and body of its owner, and the corners even made crackling sounds in the air.
"Fuck! Damn... Archers! Where are the archers? All of you, retreat back and don't rush forward anymore!!!"
The leading pirate was almost frightened and yelled in panic, while backing away quickly, but he didn't dare to turn around and run away. It looked very funny, but he didn't care about it anymore - even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare to show his back to the figure dancing with a sword on the rear deck.
There was no need for him to shout. When the pirates who rushed up saw the bodies of seven or eight of their companions lying in an area less than five meters in front of them, and there was only one enemy standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, they realized that the other side was definitely not an enemy that they could deal with by just rushing in mindlessly!
So the pirates who were so aggressive and reckless less than a minute ago now retreated and retreated to the middle of the deck, as if they were avoiding a plague god.
"Why, you're not going to charge anymore?"
The girl with long black hair lowered her arms, and the two-handed sword with a seamless blade and a length of nearly one meter hung down diagonally, with the tip lightly touching the wooden strips of the deck. Drops of blood that had not yet dried fell one by one, landing on the same spot, without a single error.
On the still clean face, there is a faint smile:
"You still have about twenty people. Why don't you continue to press forward and give it a try? Maybe my strength is almost exhausted."
A pure smile blossomed on that pretty and flawless face. It should have been a perfect and fascinating picture. However, the leading pirate had no intention of appreciating it. His face was as pale as paper and his thighs were shaking with fear.
Most of the other pirates had the same reaction. Originally, they had separated from the main force and planned to rush to the rear deck to kill all the crew members who dared to resist, in order to dampen the spirit of these ignorant guys.
After chopping down one or two crew members who were blocking the way, they found an incredibly beautiful girl standing there. She was probably a rich lady who was hitchhiking. She stood at the stern without moving, probably because she was scared by the situation.
The indulgent pirates were just about to drag this weirdly dressed girl back to the ship to enjoy her, but they saw her suddenly pull out a two-handed sword more than one meter long from under her cloak, and then...
It became like this.
It is difficult for these illiterate gangsters to describe in words what happened in just a few tens of seconds.
