Familiar Faces Meet

Only after everything was over did Philia gradually come to her senses from her state of frenzy and terror.

Did we win?

He looked around blankly and saw shattered wood scattered on the deck of the Doe, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Before the battle, the Sailor assigned Philia to be a gunner's assistant—that is, to help the gunners transport ammunition and clean the cannon barrels. When the artillery battle actually began, and the roaring shells whistled overhead, threatening death at any moment, he was somewhat bewildered, simply repeating the actions he had been trained in before out of instinct.

Where did everyone go?

The cannon fire had ceased, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost all memory of the battle. The last image he could recall was the Doe charging head-on into the gunfire, the steel hull of the opposing warship gleaming blindingly in the Sun.

At this moment, the deck was a mess, with even a large hole blasted out by a shell.

"It's a pity I cleaned it every day..." Philia thought with a pang of heartache Armored Up. He pushed aside the planks pressing down on him and shakily got to his feet. He could vaguely hear his comrades cheering, but he couldn't see them. The smoke made the surroundings blurry, and he could only grope his way forward.

The view from the other end of the deck gradually came into view.

"Ah!"

Philia screamed as she saw several of her companions lying side by side, their bodies mangled and Flesh. Some had broken arms, some had their legs cut into three pieces, and most horrifyingly, a poor soul who had been hit in the waist by a shell was completely split in two!

"Oh my god!"

Seeing these people still alive and groaning in pain, Philia felt his legs go weak. But he quickly noticed a handsome man in a red robe with the wounded.

The most mysterious captain on their ship!

"Captain, I'm going to die."

The Sailor, cut in half at the waist, struggled, his organs spilling from the severed ends, emitting a bloody stench. "I can't feel my legs anymore," he cried.

"Calm down, take a deep breath."

"That's what the man who slew the dragon on Toscarter Island said calmly."

Deep breathing won't help; his back is broken.

Philia thought to herself.

Then he saw the captain reach out and press his hand on the broken surface. As a result, the previously scattered Flesh and organs were inspired and began to automatically piece themselves together and heal until they were completely healed and no trace of the wound could be seen.

Philia's mouth opened wider and wider.

The horrific injury that was supposed to be fatal was actually healed just like that?!

"Ah?"

The Sailor who had been cut in half at the waist was even more stunned than Philia. He sat up straight, touched his intact waist, and stared blankly at Luther.

But Luther ignored him and went to the next injured person, using "Flesh and Blood Magic" to heal them. Before long, all the injured people had recovered.

"Although you've recovered, you might feel weak recently, so it's best to eat more to replenish your energy."

He gave a brief instruction, glanced at Philia who was standing there dumbfounded, and then stood up.

The pirate crew's first battle was rather unremarkable. Although the enemy was a warship, and although there was a Sequence 5 on board...

They were extraordinary beings, but even they were powerless against Demigod. The only thing worth noting was that their own crew was indeed inferior to the well-trained navy, not to mention the difference in firepower between the two sides.

Luther abandoned his crew and, riding the wind, flew towards the opposing warship.

Compared to the behemoth "Pritz" he had once piloted, this warship was much smaller. It had taken a hit on its port side, and the blasted metal revealed its wooden core beneath.

Of course, it is still significantly stronger than ordinary wooden sailboats.

The surrendered sailors were already bound, standing right next to the pirates they had previously captured. Seeing the shift in the situation, these men became smug, laughing and mocking the soldiers. After all, in their view, pirates wouldn't harm pirates; the navy was their common enemy.

"Release us, Your Excellency! We are pirates too, and we can help control these sailors!"

"Yes, let us join you!"

Some of the more impatient pirates had already started yelling at Anderson. The passengers, on the other hand, looked rather bitter. First, the pirates tried to rob them, then the navy wanted to use them as laborers, and now they had been captured by a new wave of pirates. They had all become numb to it all.

"I'm sorry."

Anderson looked at them and smiled, indicating his refusal, "You can't even beat these marines, why should we keep you here?"

6

The pirates, who had been so noisy just moments before, were instantly stunned upon hearing this. What kind of talk was this? How could ordinary pirates possibly defeat the navy?

Just then, everyone heard a gust of wind; it turned out that Luther had landed on the ship.

"Captain."

Anderson stepped forward and said, "The situation is under control."

"Um."

Luther responded and looked around the deck. He saw the passengers, navy personnel, and pirates who had been forcibly gathered together. At this moment, more people came up to the deck from the cabins; they were also victims of the navy's kidnapping.

"It's Blood Bishop!"

Someone recognized him and whispered, causing a sudden panic in the surrounding atmosphere.

They actually ran into that heinous Criminal!

Luther ignored the crowd and continued scanning. He saw the naval lieutenant commander who had shot himself, and also the body of the extraordinary individual he had killed with his own hands. The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit and was Sequence 5 "Lawyer" Pathway member, likely from MI9. Both bodies were subject to some kind of restriction; their Spirituality was completely extinguished upon death, rendering them incapable of Spirit Channeling or Divination.

When questioned, the soldiers knew nothing; they were simply following orders.

"Captain, what's the next step?"

Anderson asked.

Luther looked up at the group of people, about to speak, when he spotted a familiar face among the passengers.

It was a fat man with an owl perched on his shoulder.

Darkwill!

After leaving Backlund, did this guy go to sea?

Luther's heart skipped a beat, and he said to Anderson, "Call the guy over there with the owl over here."

Is there something wrong with him?

Anderson gestured for his men to pull the person away, while asking in a low voice.

"He's an extraordinary individual; he should be useful to us."

Luther Zedao.

He suddenly remembered that Darkwill was on the "Will Apothecary" Pathway, and the Life School of Thought happened to have an organization on Oravi Island that controlled this Pathway. Could Dark be a member of the Life School of Thought?

"Your Excellencies, my esteemed lords."

Darkwill was pulled over by the Sailor, his chubby face trembling as he forced a fawning smile.

Looking at him and the owl on his shoulder trying to appear normal, Luther suddenly spoke up, "So you're planning to go to Oravi Island to see Councilor Ricciardo, right?"

"Huh? No, no!"

Darkwill was startled and moved so violently that the owl on his shoulder flapped its wings to adjust itself.

Its golden eyes revealed helplessness, clearly indicating its frustration with its master. Darkwill's behavior was so obvious that it had already proven many things.