"But then you can’t be a pirate anymore."
"You must beco a king."
"Well, a queen ruling over a dozen small islands, the territory is a bit small, but it should be sufficient."
King?
The red-haired pirate’s breath quickened, her gaze suddenly took on an intense passion.
Duncan laid everything out clearly.
Facing him, Annie Potter was visibly shocked, with a sense of being overwheld by a regal deanor. Yesterday, she already found Duncan to be quite arrogant. Little did she know, today’s words were even more arrogant.
Just the queen of a few offshore islands.
Combined, the population didn’t even reach two to three hundred thousand. Duncan assisting her to ascend the throne could only be said as practice at best.
It couldn’t even be considered the main course upon his arrival in this realm.
Indeed, he no longer wished to sit on a throne. He had already reached the pinnacle of worldly royal power, uninterested in managing everyday affairs of the state.
Why not be a barbarian, joyfully engaging in killing and enjoying life with vigor?
Duncan’s words blocked many of this alluring pirate’s doubts; she solemnly said, "Outside there are thousands of enemies now, all seasoned masters of the sea!"
"If they just charge in, they’ll chop us into minced at in chaos!"
"Do you really think, relying solely on you three, you can defeat so many pirates?"
This man’s confidence is astounding!
Even she considered herself quite strong, yet facing hundreds of formidable foes simultaneously, she would be overwheld, only able to flee chaotically.
This woman’s combat style was still that of an adventurer.
She didn’t know the true veterans who stepped from Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea on the battlefield simply didn’t care how many enemies there were. For Duncan, against enemies of this level, he only asked where the enemies were!
"Let’s go."
Duncan slowly stood up. Since he orchestrated all this, he had to conclude it, or else the power of a king would beco a joke.
Annie Potter rose to follow. Upon seeing the dense crowd of enemies outside the wall, her face instantly turned grim.
Too many!
Almost overnight, the entire pirate force of Tutu Port had banded together.
Annie Potter was quite influential here; she commanded over a hundred pirates herself, plus those subdued last night, roughly around two hundred people, but so had already defected.
Her headquarters had just over a hundred people, while outside there were at least a thousand.
Giant-toothed shark, Old Pete, Sea Lizard, and so on.
Each pirate leader of Tutu Port gathered outside, and as their numbers grew, their gazes beca increasingly greedy and violent, eager to attack the stronghold now, to directly butcher those ddling barbarians, and then tie up the fad Annie to torture for pleasure.
"Look at them; they’re already getting a bit impatient."
Duncan laughed, "What do you think of their strength?"
Beside him, the alluring pirate showed traces of regret and despair, murmuring, "They’re all famous pirate leaders of the South Sea, and their sailors have all experienced countless battles."
Duncan laughed heartily, speaking deeply, "Just a bunch of chickens and dogs."
In my view, they are like marked heads for sale.
Arrogant!
This was arrogance beyond asure.
Yet Duncan’s arrogance unmistakably boosted the morale of others, even the subordinates of the red-haired pirate couldn’t help but look at the heroic man, as if expecting sothing.
"Watch carefully, learn well, see how real warriors slaughter on the battlefield!"
"Witness what a legendary hero really is."
"So that when you beco a queen, you won’t be ignorant of the heights of the sky!"
Duncan’s heroic figure stepped onto the high platform. At so unknown ti, a pile of massive stones had been stacked nearby. He glanced at the beautiful pirate not far away, pointing to a rugged fellow with an eyepatch, "That guy is Old Pete, right?"
Annie Potter’s eyes widened, nodding unintentionally.
Four-star silver-gray mark.
So skill.
But just like that.
Duncan took a deep breath and let out a booming shout, his whole body’s muscles echoing like flowing steel, shining under the sun. The gigantic stone in his hand flew like a cannonball; its power was close to that of a catapult.
——Giant’s Throw (Gigantic Stone)!
Boom!
A field of flesh exploded.
At Old Pete’s location, the ground trembled, nearby houses collapsed and shattered, surrounding pirates cried out in agony, and so grasped their severed limbs, wailing in misery. As for the pirate leader Duncan had marked, even his corpse was blown apart, much like being struck by a catapult.
Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
When Duncan mastered Giant’s Throw, he was effectively a human catapult.
The key is, from a god’s-eye view, his accuracy is absurdly high.
The only flaw is the range isn’t far enough.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
At this mont, Duncan didn’t care about his Energy Bar consumption at all, firing like a human cannon at a frenzy, maintaining a one-second firing rate, in just five or six seconds, the pirate leaders whom Annie Potter feared were severely wounded or dead, and the thousand pirates encircling the stronghold were all terrified, scrambling away in fear and shock.
Duncan at this mont was simply like a god descending to the earth!
For the first ti.
The red-haired pirate profoundly understood the vast gap between mortals and mythical heroes.
The pirate leaders who had convened overnight for ergency conspiracy were thus beaten to death alive by Duncan!
Except for the very few who reacted quickly and fled, the others all died violently on the spot.
Duncan couldn’t even bother to waste words with them.
He, an imperial emperor, King of Kings, why would he need to waste breath on killing a few pirate leaders?
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