A colossal face made of air currents erged above the Fleet, looking down upon the "May Wind," the monster Warship, as a voice bood like rolling thunder:
"All fear, at its root, is the fear of insufficient firepower.
No matter what has tainted you in the New Continent,
first, taste my sword technique that descends from the heavens!"
He extended his hand towards the Sea Monster Fleet and made a symbolic thrust. A great wind, connecting heaven and earth, howled across the sea.
But what he thrust out was not a sword, but... Warships!
The 39 Warships’ broadside cannons fired in unison. The orange-red glow suddenly illuminated the pitch-black sea surface under the continuous drizzle.
A total of hundreds of red-hot Blazing Bombs left dazzling fiery trails in the sky like shooting stars, whistling down towards the monster Fleet.
This was the artillery version of the Secret Sword Technique—teor Fire Rain!
The "May Wind" had to choose between being suffocated or bombarded.
Thick tentacles danced, driving water to create strong thrusts. Eight Escort Ships surged forward, while the "May Wind" rapidly retreated.
Before they could form a barrier, the intensely burning teor Fire Rain had already fallen like raindrops.
Guided manually by the Storm Elves, these Muzzle-loading Smoothbore Cannons—though not comparable to missiles—could rival modern sniper rifles at a distance of eight hundred ters.
Almost none of the cannonballs missed their target.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...
The carapaces of nine Sea Monster Warships shattered, wooden planks splintered, fires erupted, blood gushed, and white mist billowed...
The shrill screams shook the eardrums of everyone in the Privateer Fleet.
Yet, there was also the unique aroma of seafood barbecue that made Byron feel elated, his mouth watering.
When I reach the Fourth Order or the level of Divine Sight, I should be able to finely manipulate the various molecules in the air, significantly increasing oxygen concentration within a certain radius.
Once the fire starts burning, it will not extinguish until the target is completely reduced to ashes.
That’s when it’ll truly be teor Fire Rain.
Within the Privateer Fleet, Alfred, known as "Blood Red Whiskey," who was currently commanding the "Cavalryman," witnessed his Captain’s divine, sky-descending "swordsmanship."
He couldn’t help but recall the day he had been knocked out by one of his Captain’s soporific drugs, and the swordsmanship theory his Captain had taught him:
Ever since I heard the Captain’s swordsmanship maxim, ’All things under heaven and earth can be swords,’ I had a premonition. This Li/Soporific Drug/Firearm Sword Saint would sooner or later level up again. Today, he has finally beco a true Grand Ship Saint!
He also didn’t forget to instruct his personal guards from the Bloody Mary Faction of the Bloodthirsty Cult:
"When cleaning up the battlefield later, don’t forget to get a tentacle and gather more seafood. I want to take it back to make a creamy seafood soup.
With such challenging-to-catch ingredients, another dish on my life’s nu will be completed.
Since we already have antibodies against the coral disease, a Gourt has nothing to fear!
I believe that as long as it’s thoroughly cooked, it won’t cause any aftereffects like poisonous mushrooms. It certainly won’t."
"Reload! Fire again! Fire again!..."
Under Byron’s command, round after round of teor Fire Rain was hurled until the gun barrels could no longer take the strain and gradually ceased firing.
The targeted sea area was shrouded in rising steam, seemingly transford into a pot of seafood broth ready for imdiate consumption.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned a gale that dispersed the curling steam, allowing both the pirates and the Lancaster Party, positioned at opposite ends, to once again clearly see the state of the battlefield.
A cluster of monster Warships, riddled with holes and charred black in places, had their broken hulls leaking flesh and blood, dyeing the nearby seawater a bright blue.
The exposed flesh twitched intermittently, as if the still-living muscle and nerve tissues refused to perish, desperately trying to save themselves.
Even the "May Wind," hiding behind the other Escort Ships, had not been spared.
From the outset, its stern had been blown apart by ten 18-pound cannonballs from the "Golden Deer," a strike that sent a chill to its core.
Now charred everywhere, it bobbed up and down with the waves, as if it had completely perished.
Unfortunately, the monster Warships used sothing other than normal gunpowder to fire their cannons. Despite the barrage, not a single one detonated or sank.
anwhile, the battle on the town’s walls had also long since ended. The Coral People had fallen to the ground beneath the walls, besieged by the Wings of Death and the Storm Knight Order.
Byron reopened his eyes and let out a light breath.
The Holy Grail of Blood in his palm blood with red light, transforming all the Coral People who had not yet grown cold into Blood of Transformation.
My operations are expanding, and the supply of Blood of Transformation has been rather tight lately.
After all, I’m not so homicidal maniac; I can’t bring myself to commit indiscriminate slaughter.
These Coral People are quite good, though; the Blood of Transformation they produce is of high quality.
If there are many life forms similar to them in the New Continent, then the abundant ’manpower’ alone would make the risk worthwhile.
Not to ntion the Whale Oil, which represents the future direction of technological developnt.
Hmm?
Suddenly aware of soone watching him from behind, Byron turned to see none other than Beret Tanya of ’limited loyalty,’ who possessed the ability [Preempting the Enemy].
Under Byron’s intense gaze, Beret Tanya dared not et his eyes. His gaze rely brushed against Byron’s for an instant before he quickly bowed his head deeply.
However, in the Spiritual World, an ever-thickening anchor chain signified the current state of their connection.
This kind of obstinate person actually has an advantage, Byron mused. As long as sothing aligns with the idealized standards in Beret Tanya’s mind, his principles beco stronger than anyone else’s. He would not waver even if you killed him or threatened him with his loved ones. Now, after reality had harshly shattered his illusion of being the ideal candidate himself, he imdiately projected that ’if not , then who?’ template of success onto Byron, his lord.
A king! Lord Byron is a natural-born king! Beret Tanya thought fervently. Such regal talents would be wasted if he rely sired heirs with beautiful won or indulged in food and pleasure; it would be a waste of His Lordship’s precious life. I will not allow this to happen. I, Beret Tanya, solemnly swear: From this day forth, I will devote everything to assist His Lordship in accomplishing great deeds. I will urge His Lordship not to indulge in pleasure, not to travel, not to fall ill. To be strict in discipline, to treasure ti like gold, to be unyielding and relentless, to strive and fight, to take revenge as his profession, to be tempered into steel. To dedicate his life to the cause of restoring his nation, day in and day out, night after night! Of course, I shall do the sa.
The fervor in his eyes was so intense that even onlookers could clearly feel it.
Jacqueline, who had arrived with the Wings of Death, glanced at him silently and sneered inwardly:
I still prefer your old rebellious self. I’m not quite used to this new you. Can you please change back?
Thanks to this group of thoroughly convinced mbers of the Lancaster Party, Byron’s Legend Score as The Sea Hunter finally reached 20 points after this battle.
But at that very mont, both Beret Tanya, who had mastered [Breath of All Things], and Byron, who was constantly monitoring the battlefield, felt their expressions turn cold. They had detected a new, unexpected developnt on the battlefield.
The series of bizarre abilities accompanying the Raging Blood Calamity had almost made them forget that Balboa, the Adventurer who had conquered all Limit Eight Items, possessed a very resounding title in life.
He was called... the Infinite Evolver!
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