Compared to naval battles fought on calm seas, a naval battle on Reverse Mountain's descending waterway was like a highway car chase in a movie:
Two cars chased each other front to back, firing at one another at high speed, the roar of engines and the whistle of bullets blending into a symphony.
In this ultimate display of violent aesthetics, people's adrenaline would inevitably surge.
But the pirates fleeing ahead had never expected this:
The owner of the "car" behind them had jumped out and finished the chase on his own two legs.
The waves in this channel were incredibly violent, white spray constantly bursting from the turbulent water, yet Garen still raced across the roaring current as though on solid ground.
Seeing this literal "wave rider," the pirates aboard the ship ahead, who had relied on their sturdy vessel and powerful cannons to dominate the battle, could no longer laugh.
The Ironclad Pirates were a third-rate pirate crew from the North Blue, named for their distinctive ironclad sailing warship.
Though their steam-and-sail hybrid warship and Breech-loading Rifled Cannon technology gave them an era-spanning advantage over ordinary vessels, people still saw them as nothing more than a third-rate pirate crew.
Because in this world, no matter how advanced technology became, it still feared a kitchen knife.
The Ironclad Pirates possessed an advanced ironclad warship, but lacked powerful fighters capable of supporting their reputation.
That weakness was fatal, just as it was now:
"Justice Rage!"
Garen leaped from the water into the air, and in an instant, a blaze of sacred golden-red fire ignited upon his Greatsword.
He moved so swiftly that the pirates on the ironclad's deck saw only a flash before a flame brighter than the sun appeared above their heads.
Before the pirates could react, Garen drove that