"This is exactly the outcome I was hoping for!" Anrield shouted, shaking the two thick iron chains in his hands. A hurricane immediately began to swirl, and his fierce aura instantly affected the men around him.
"Kill!" Anrield roared, spreading his arms before taking the lead and charging toward the towering walls of the central city. Several thousand subordinates behind him cried out like mountains roaring and seas howling as they followed Anrield forward.
"Damn it! These savages!" The middle-aged man watched the Star Alliance launch its attack, and rage surged through him.
He had originally been doing everything he could to avoid battle. Even if the Star Alliance's Third Fleet was wiped out in this battle, given the Star Alliance's current reputation, they could quickly form another fleet.
But the Pirate Alliance could not. Every loss was one less man for them. Their long-standing way of operating meant they had no fixed stronghold or territory. Their foundation lay in their intelligence network and the means and channels they used to control the underground world.
If the Pirate Alliance had still been at its peak, they would certainly have held a sufficient advantage in war.
But now, the Pirate Alliance had declined. They could not afford attrition. Every person they lost was a tremendous loss.
This time, the Pirate Alliance had originally intended to use the atrocity of slaughtering countless civilians to draw out the Alliance Leader of the Star Alliance. But Ronglin had not come. Only a main fleet had arrived.
So CP0 was dissatisfied. They felt that such a small piece of meat was not enough to fill their mouths, so they threw the matter back to the Pirate Alliance to handle themselves.
He was furious. The middle-aged man was furious! Those agreements had all been abandoned by