Black Flag Rises Over Blue Mountain Island

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

All the cannons on the ironclad warship fired simultaneously, the deafening roar echoing throughout the port of Blue Mountain Island.

The coastal defense guns built on both sides of the dike were immediately covered by dense artillery fire. At extremely close range, the weakest sides were bombarded, and these expensive and powerful cannons were completely destroyed.

"Keep firing! Keep firing!"

Anderson shouted, witnessing firsthand how the coastal artillery was reduced to ruins in an instant. Flames roared, the crimson light of destruction illuminating his eyes, and he felt his Beyonder Characteristic surging!

The Pyromaniac's instincts kicked in, and he roared with joy within Anderson's body!

The port was in complete chaos. Initially believing it was a friendly Ships, they were caught off guard and unable to mount any effective resistance. Soon, the last coastal defense gun was also engulfed in gunfire.

"Raise the flag! Get the rest of the Fleet over here!"

Anderson gave the order to his men, grabbed a stack of black cloth, and leaped off the bow of the ship.

"Boom! Boom!"

The booming cannons continued to Destruction the dock's defenses. Finally, an officer led a squad up, and Anderson fired a fireball at the ground in front of the squad. The intense heat and impact instantly overwhelmed them, and many soldiers rose in a daze, fleeing in terror.

"Get out of here!"

Anderson didn't want to abuse his Beyonder Ability to slaughter ordinary people; he simply kept firing flames to Destruction the soldiers' will to resist. The remaining resistance forces at the docks finally began to collapse.

Although he had repelled the enemy, he did not stop and continued to advance towards his predetermined goal.

A flagpole stands in the Square in front of the dock, flying the flag of the Rorsted Archipelago colony—the upper left corner of the flag bears the coat of arms of the Loen Royal Family, a vertically pointing "Sword of Judgment" with a ruby crown on the handle, and the main body is a deep blue background with eight the Star surrounding it, representing the eight islands of the Rorsted Archipelago.

Anderson looked at the flag that symbolized Royal Family and colonization, raised his hand, and a burst of flame shot out.

"Call!"

The flag was instantly engulfed in the blazing white flames and quickly burned to ashes.

Anderson then grabbed the flagpole and nimbly climbed up to the top.

"Splash!"

He unfolded the black cloth he was holding and tied it to the top of the flagpole. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a black cloth at all, but a Black Flag —a black Black Flag with a blood-stained skull against a pitch-black background!

The Blood Pirates' Black Flag flew over Blue Mountain Island!

The port was an important area of Bayam, and the continuous cannon fire attracted the attention of the island's residents. At that moment, a large number of people witnessed the fall of the colonial flag and the raising of the pirate Black Flag!

Upon witnessing this scene, the residents of Loen were naturally filled with fear, while the locals were incredibly excited.

"This is the will of the Sea God!"

In the crowded and chaotic slums, Edmonton, a rebel with a blue Sea Serpent tattooed on his arm, was filled with excitement as he spoke to Karat, who was sitting in a wheelchair, "First, He displayed His power at sea, and now He has summoned a pirate crew to attack Bayam's port!"

"Karat, it's time for us to act too! Let's join forces with those pirates and drive those damned Loen back into the sea to feed the fish!"

Inside the room were many local men, all with darker skin and slightly curly hair. They wore dark blue tarpaulins, and their exposed skin was smeared with varying amounts of red paint. Some had Revolver tucked into their belts, while others were carrying High-Pressure Steam Rifle and pneumatic cylinder backpacks, all excitedly shouting that they were going to fire out together.

"I don't think this is the right time."

Karat, however, looked grave in his wheelchair. He had just reported "Red-haired Helene"'s information to "Sea God." He had a deeper understanding of Bayam's situation.

"These pirates are just here to plunder; they'll be gone soon. The Sea God's majesty is for other purposes, and Arne Kottman is also stationed on this island. If we act rashly, it will only lead to failure."

"You're such a coward!"

Edmonton was furious, and the others shouted, "We won't let this opportunity slip away!"

Having said that, he ignored Karat's attempts to stop him, and led the men, weapons in hand, out of the building. He planned to gather the others and unite them to launch a resistance!

However, as soon as they went downstairs, they were blocked at the door by members of the Church of Storms.

These people, dressed in priestly robes with wave patterns, stood in the center of the slum, effectively blocking everyone's passage.

"Go back, don't cause trouble."

Alger, leading the team, spoke with a serious expression.

Seeing that they had been stopped on the spot, Edmonton's expression turned extremely ugly, and the rebels began to hesitate. Although most of them were armed, while the Church of Storms on the other side were unarmed, this group exuded an irresistible aura of brutality, an aura like the raging Sea, making them feel an instinctive sense of danger.

If a battle were to break out here, they would undoubtedly suffer a crushing defeat!

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and countless local women, children, and elderly people peeked out from between the dilapidated building entrances, watching all this with worry.

". go back."

Edmonton's expression shifted repeatedly, but he finally gritted his teeth and addressed the other rebels. These men, equally indignant, stared into Alger's eyes and retreated step by step into the building.

"Bastard!"

In the crowd, someone spat on the ground and muttered curses at Alger, who had mixed-race features. Alger's expression remained unchanged, only his eyes flickered slightly.

"Keep an eye on them; we absolutely cannot let the situation escalate."

He solemnly instructed his subordinates.

"Yes!"

The men shouted.

One of them couldn't help but whisper, "Boss, you've really done a great job this time. You actually guessed in advance that there would be trouble here."

Alger ignored him.

He merely made a reasonable deduction about the rebels' actions, and then used the actions of [Temperance] and [The World] to his own advantage.

Firstly, skillfully controlling the riot in its early stages would earn him an internal reward from the Church of Storms; secondly, the rebels' actions were indeed futile, only wasting lives and depleting the "Sea God's" followers, which would also win him the favor of Mr. [Fool]; thirdly, placing himself here would avoid a direct confrontation with the [Blood Bishop], making him much safer.

In short, a win-win-win situation!

Regardless of how much Mr. Hanged Man profited from this chaos, there is one person who is certainly extremely dissatisfied with the status quo.

Damn it.

Seeing the Black Flag rising, Amyrius was filled with rage, his anger almost tangible.