Blood Anchor Pirates

Cesi, the "Black Wing God," was also known as the "God of Plunder" and the "God of Atrocity." Though he hardly sounded like a righteous figure, he was still one of the seven true gods officially recognized by the nations of the continent.

He was the patron god of pirates and raiders, with domains including "Unjust War," "Atrocity," "Plunder," and "Theft."

Although he had Almost no openly sanctioned sanctuaries in the civilized world, he possessed a broad base of believers among pirates, bandits, thieves, and warlords of small nations.

The sect was filled with dangerous figures who could no longer survive in the civilized world—murderous criminals, notorious fugitive officials, assassins, infamous Great Pirates, and more.

Perhaps as a mockery of the civilized world, the hidden influence of this sin-ridden Black Wing Order had grown so great that even ordinary small nations could no longer compare.

Although Blood Anchor Zack was merely an utterly ordinary believer, that did not stop him from receiving spiritual encouragement from the "Black Wing God." Uh, truly only spiritual encouragement.

Looking at the two ships drawing closer bit by bit, he had been brimming with confidence as he prepared to personally lead the charge, seize the ship, and sweep away his string of bad luck in one stroke. Then he suddenly saw the other vessel's formerly unmarked broadside panels pulled away, revealing twelve exceedingly enthusiastic cannon muzzles.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The enemy opened fire without hesitation, catching the pirates completely off guard. Some cannonballs even smashed into the defenseless deck, plowing bloody trails through it.

Zack desperately dodged while shouting, "Return fire! Return fire!"

"Ahhh—!! Take them down!!!"

He roared madly, venting the fury in his heart.

Even though he knew he had probably kicked an iron plate again, Blood Anchor Zack knew he had no room to retreat.

If he could not lead these already ravenous thugs to victory, being exiled by the entire crew to a deserted island to await death would already be the best possible outcome.

The pirate ship returned fire while rapidly closing in on the Yellow Swan.

Zack felt that he still had a good chance. Cutting in from upwind, whether it came to a cannon battle or a Boarding Battle, the advantage was on his side.

Whoosh!

A pirate lieutenant Beside him had half his head sheared off by a solid cannonball. Zack did not even blink, instead roaring with a savage expression, "Follow me! Board them! Take the ship!"

Bang—

The two ships rapidly drew together and were firmly secured by the hooks and ropes thrown by the pirates. Some impatient pirates did not even wait for the boarding planks to be lowered, grabbing the ropes and swinging directly onto the Yellow Swan.

"Awooo—!"

"Haha—!"

Bang—

Bang—

A volley of musket fire greeted the pirates flying aboard.

Some pirates were shot and fell straight into the sea, while more pirates relied on their numbers to weather the bullets and successfully board the Yellow Swan.

As more and more pirates climbed onto the merchant ship, a brutal close-quarters battle began.

Sitting in the cabin, Evan watched his first pirate raid in this life and could not help sighing over his connection with the Blood Anchor. In Leopold, they had given him a dozen or twenty heads. Today, he would give them a return gift.

With the Exquisite Bastard Sword Lord Nabuli had given him hanging at his waist, along with the short pistol seized from Black Bear Billy, Evan pushed open the cabin door and walked out.

On a battlefield where flesh and blood flew everywhere, who would dare claim certain victory without extraordinary skill? Captain Joseph had been full of confidence at first, but after engaging the pirates, all he could do was rely on his crew's practiced coordination to reduce casualties.

The final outcome still depended on the hard power of both sides. The only good news was that the merchant ship's crew far outnumbered the pirates, nearly two to one...

But against the bloodthirsty pirates who feared neither pain nor death, the situation remained grim.

Sword Light flashed in Evan's hand. The Bastard Sword, which ordinary people mostly needed Both Hands to wield, was swung one-handed by Evan. Its expanded attack range instantly beheaded a pirate who had failed to dodge in time.

Experts all knew that if you were even a fraction faster than your opponent, your martial skill was already beyond compare. That was why people said that under heaven, only speed could not be broken. How fast was Evan, whose body had nearly reached human limits? Only the pirates falling one after another beneath his blade could understand.

Back in Leopold, Evan had spent most of his time searching for scattered pirates throughout the Commercial District, and the actual engagements had been very brief.

But this time, everyone was crowded onto the Yellow Swan's deck, which was less than forty meters long. Evan did not need to search for them. Pirates were everywhere.

"The Yellow Swan's side is in trouble!"

Even with a two-to-one numerical advantage, they were nearly being beaten back by the pirates.

The pirates who howled like beasts and charged without fear of death truly possessed a mad Combat Power that law-abiding people of the civilized world could not match. They also fought by any means necessary. Ordinary people facing them would immediately become hesitant, able to use only half of their full strength.

Moreover, it was obvious that among the pirates who had boarded were two experts frantically slaughtering the backbone of the crew's resistance, while the Yellow Swan had no one capable of matching them.

In the World of the Extraordinary, great power belonged to the individual, and personal factors were amplified without limit. Just one or two experts could influence a small-scale battle.

That was the fundamental reason the merchant ship's side was being forced back step by step.

Although Captain Joseph had decent command ability and clearly carried himself like a soldier, unfortunately, he had no capable fighters at hand. On a sailing ship, where the terrain was extraordinarily complex, experts could not be surrounded and killed by large numbers of ordinary people. No matter how good the command, it could not stop the enemy's advance.

After observing for a while, Evan decided to launch a Sneak Attack and Take Down one expert first, then hold off the remaining one. Only then would the Yellow Swan have a chance of winning.

Krulu, a brown-skinned pirate with small braids, paced constantly across the deck with a scimitar in hand.

Whenever he spotted a somewhat stronger defender, he would either strike directly, disrupt their formation to create opportunities for his own side, or simply kill their leader to reduce his side's losses.

As the first mate of the Blood Anchor and one of the only two powerhouses aboard who had mastered an Extraordinary path, Krulu had always thought highly of himself.

If Captain Blood Anchor did not possess that "thing," he would not be Krulu's match at all, much less that hulking fool Black Bear.

So when Blood Anchor Zack had repeatedly led the Blood Anchor into failed raids, even causing severe losses to the ship, Krulu had immediately stepped forward to challenge Zack, hoping to seize greater authority aboard.

And the results had been good. Most of the crew had already begun secretly gravitating toward him.

As long as he took this merchant ship first, it would be easy to win over a group of crewmen and strike out on his own. That little broken single-masted ship could be left to that useless Zack.

Yet even if beaten to death, he would never admit that deep In her heart, he did not want to face head-on the man who had joined the Black Wing Order with him and inherited the Cesi Scimitar Art.

But this man, immersed in his beautiful fantasies and killing by instinct, did not notice At All that a god of death was slowly approaching him.

"Display data!"

Name: Unknown

Level: Apprentice Knight

Gender: Male

Identity: First mate of the pirate ship Blood Anchor

Attributes: Constitution 0.6

Strength 0.68

Agility 0.7

Intelligence: Unknown

Skill: Unknown Scimitar Technique (Mastery)

PS: High probability of having mastered a breathing technique.

Evan did not know his name or the name of his skill, so the data naturally could not display them. However, the other information was already quite detailed.

"As expected, not every powerhouse at this level could have gotten there through extraordinary talent. I just don't know much about Scimitar Technique, so I can only tell that he is another agility-focused enemy."

After secretly observing for a while and grasping his opponent's general data, Evan already had a plan.

"Although there is still a gap between us, his physical attributes have already surpassed Black Bear Billy's across the board. Sure enough, I can't be a frog at the bottom of a well.

"If he has some hidden killing move, I could still capsize. I'll cripple his speed first!"

Krulu's scimitar knocked the sailor's cutlass from the hands of a burly crewman opposite him. Just as Krulu was about to follow up with another strike and take his life, a chill ran down his back. Without even thinking, he rolled across the ground.

Bang!

The evasive movement of the pirate first mate Krulu was useless against Evan, who had already observed and predicted his behavioral patterns. The lead bullet had been aimed at his torso for accuracy, yet it still tore a bloody hole in his thigh.

Blood gushed out instantly!