"Don’t count on the weak and incompetent Naga Governnt Army anymore, run away, hide!"
...
BOOM!
The next mont, thousands of Electromagnetic Railguns, Magic Energy Cannons, and Evil Energy Cannons on the warship fired a volley.
Terrifying shells carrying unparalleled kinetic energy and penetration power streaked across the sky, landing in the city.
Colorful Magic Energy Cluster Cannons surged across, Explosive Energy Beams shattered matter, and a carpet bombing ensued.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...
In an instant, heaven and earth collapsed!
Buildings were destroyed and collapsed, huge craters with diaters of tens of ters ravaged the ground, and lives were rcilessly reaped.
Dust billowed, thick smoke swirled, fierce fires burned and spread.
The entire small city teetered on the brink of collapse.
Screams, cries, wails... echoed continuously, rging into one.
After a round of volleys, the pirate’s warships stopped attacking.
The earlier action was rely a demonstration and a warning.
The pirates’ intention was not to massacre the city or destroy everything, but to loot and plunder.
Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, exhausting the pond for fishing, would be foolish.
By keeping this small city, they could return next year for another harvest.
Seaside City, harbor.
A regular Naga Race warship set sail, slowly leaving the port, ready for battle.
However, upon seeing the massive behemoth approaching from the horizon, the Naga warship turned and fled without intending to fire a single shot, disappearing in an instant...
The Naga Race’s territory is located in the North Sea, where pirates roam in groups, warlords divide the land, and various illegal ard forces are nurous.
But even among pirates, there are strong and weak.
This Naga warship, knowing its level was insufficient, dared not confront the Blood Corpse Pirates head-on. They reasoned they weren’t fleeing, but advancing in another direction! Thinking this way, they felt much better.
So they simply gave up the small city, allowing the pirates to plunder freely.
With smooth, practiced maneuvers, it was clear this wasn’t their first ti doing such a thing.
After all, 99% of the people in the seaside city were not of the orthodox Naga Race; Nagas lived at the bottom of the sea.
The city’s people, seeing the governnt army fleeing, imdiately gave up any thoughts of resistance, devoid of any fighting spirit and hopelessly awaiting to be looted.
BOOM!
In just a short while, the Blood Corpse Pirates’ warships sailed into the harbor unimpeded, straddled the coastline.
"Awoooo..."
"Hahaha, little darlings, I’m back again, have you prepared the roast and wine?"
"Oh ho ho ho~ money, jewels, won, take them all!"
"Business is open, business is open!"
...
The gangplank was lowered, and a dense swarm of pirates rushed down, raising their weapons, shouting arrogantly, reveling, and pouring into the city in waves.
BAM!
A heavy footfall resounded.
On the deck stood a giant.
He was gigantic, his robust body as majestic as a mountain, standing at a height of 6.6 ters.
The giant had a green face and tusks, looking fierce and horrific.
With deep blue skin, broad shoulders, and a muscular physique, he wielded a massive Tyrant’s Hamr in each hand; their heads were round silver tallic spheres, enormously large, the thickest part of the hamrs had a diater exceeding two ters.
The 6.6-ter blue giant, wielding the Tyrant’s Hamr in both hands, emitted the terrifying life aura of king-level creatures.
The people on the coast, with just one glance, nearly stopped breathing, unable to withstand such a horrifying visual oppressive force.
Sea Giant, Basil Curie!
"Gululala~ it’s harvest season again." The sea giant emitted a deep laugh, his voice rich and heavy, "The navy fled again? It’s always like this, weak and incompetent Naga Governnt Army, truly boring."
Another victory without a fight, the entire city at their rcy.
Without a battle, he felt very bored, not even wanting to disembark.
Just as he prepared to turn back.
"You better go down, Basil, to avoid any mishaps." — Another voice rang out.
A massive Dragon Eagle with a wingspan of thirty ters flew over.
The Dragon Eagle was mighty, and on its back sat another king-level powerhouse with a lion-head and human body, whose golden mane shone brightly, the Lion King expressionless, commanding respect without anger.
"No need, Alex." The sea giant Basil said a bit discontentedly, "Just a bunch of weak ants, the ones below can handle it."
The lion-headed man shook his head, speaking solemnly:
"Although the navy ran, there might still be so resistance forces in the city, you should oversee and intimidate them. Go, bring all supplies back, there are still a few more cities to take."
"...Fine."
BOOM!
The sea giant carried two Tyrant’s Hamrs, bending his knees in a leap, his 6.6-ter tall body shot out like a cannonball from the deck, soaring through the air, skimming over eight hundred ters, and landed with a boom.
King-level creatures had bodies so formidable that gravity seed nonexistent.
He actually leaped that far, shattering the ground, dust flying up.
**********
Pirates burned, killed, and looted, celebrating wildly within the city.
There was no resistance.
The people were terrified, voluntarily handing over money and food, not daring to defy.
Basil, bored out of his mind, wandered the streets with the giant hamr; every step was a big pit, with his majestic body moving, the ground thudding with vibrations.
This sea giant felt extrely lonely.
He hadn’t fought a good battle in a long ti, the giant’s power lay dormant within him too long, failing to et any worthy opponent, the Tyrant’s Hamr long parched with thirst.
"Let her go! Don’t touch her!"
Suddenly, a thunderous roar exploded by his ears.
BOOM!
A dozen pirates were suddenly swept into the air, crashing through walls, flying in reverse, their bodies shattered in mid-air, blood staining the heavens.
"Roar!"
A sound resembling a dragon’s roar echoed.
The sea giant Basil turned his head to look.
It was a mighty beast standing 3.5 ters tall, exuding the powerful aura of Lord Peak, bearing the head of an Evil Dragon, with massive muscles bulging all over its body, golden Battle Qi surging, thick thighs resembling giant columns, covered in pitch-black scale armor...
It was the "Mad Dragon" Marquis!
Nocturnal City’s first... cough, second strongman.
Possessing the ancient Giant Dragon’s bloodline of the War Lizard Race, King of Strength.
Marquis originally didn’t want to resist, obediently handing over his possessions.
But unexpectedly, the pirates wouldn’t let up after robbing the money, actually taking turns to violate his wife right in front of him.
The Mad Dragon’s fury splattered blood within five steps.
Marquis, listening to his wife’s screams, could no longer endure, directly bursting Qi, instantly killing over a dozen pirates.
"Eh? Gulalala~"
The sea giant seed to find sothing interesting, couldn’t help but laugh heartily, stepping towards Marquis.
"You..."
Marquis’ expression changed dramatically, his pupils filled with astonishnt.
Under Basil’s king-level terrifying life aura’s oppressive power, he unexpectedly froze, his legs trembling.
He watched helplessly as the blue giant approached him, still lacking the courage to flee... because escaping was simply impossible.
Standing 6.6 ters tall, Marquis, a muscular beast, didn’t even reach the giant’s navel, the size disparity was equally exaggerated.
The sea giant’s arms were thicker than his waist.
Compared to it, he was like a frail child, his once-proud robust body, nothing in the presence of the opponent.
Marquis struggled to tilt his neck back, raising his head, his expression fearful and desperate as he looked up at the giant.
"Gulalala~ little one, let’s play a ga."
Basil looked down at him, grinned ferociously:
"I won’t use any weapons, just one punch, using only twenty percent of my strength. If you can withstand it, I’ll spare you and your wife."
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