Naval Battle

After their successful attack on Bayam, the Blood Pirates' name spread throughout the continent via newspapers. And those who made their living at sea, needless to say, had long since memorized the design of their flag.

So when the blood-stained skull banner actually came into view, the pirates under "Vice Admiral of Ailment" were thrown into panic.

Four or five sailing ships flanking an ironclad warship flying a pirate Black Flag —that's a configuration only the Blood Pirates possess!

"Captain! Enemy attack! It's [Blood Bishop]!"

Pirates shouted frantically outside, accompanied by the booming of cannons.

"Never mind that for now, call the first mate and the others in, I need some help here!"

Tracy shouted anxiously and angrily. The pirate attack outside was certainly troublesome, but for her at this moment, it was more important to deal with the enemy in front of her.

"Bang! Bang!"

Across from her, Klein Mimic gunshots, Air Bullet rained down from all directions, striking various parts of Tracy's body.

"Crack!"

Ice crystal walls immediately rose around Tracy's body, and Air Bullet exploded into white flowers on them.

Who are you?!

She shouted angrily, "Where is Helene?"

By now, Tracy had realized that the attacker was disguised as Helene, and that the Blood Pirates had been lured here by him!

"Hehe..."

Klein jumped back, dodging the ice crystals that pierced the floor. He had intended to say something about Helene to provoke Tracy, but then he heard footsteps outside the corridor; a large group of pirates were arriving to provide support.

I've achieved my goal, so I should leave as soon as possible!

He immediately turned, smashed open the window, and fell onto the chaotic deck. Before the pirates could react, he grabbed one of the Lucky One, biting him with his "Creeping Hunger," and, carrying the pirate, jumped into the sea, swimming towards the distant "Doe."

Shells kept falling on the surrounding water, but he easily dodged them with his "Clown" instincts and dived into deeper water.

"Captain, are you alright?"

The first mate, second mate, and other high-ranking officers of the Black Death rushed into the Captain's Cabin and saw Tracy's fair skin beneath her tattered shirt. Even in this situation, they couldn't help but stare, unable to look away.

Tracy had no time to pay attention to her subordinates' gazes; instead, Blood Bishop looked into the distance. Alexander Gascoigne's Fleet was rapidly approaching, with one warship in particular standing out, gleaming in the Sun. As it spewed white Steam, it bombarded the enemy with powerful cannonballs.

"Boom!"

The Black Death was unfortunately hit by a shell. The heavy shell first left a large crater in the deck, then bounced up, smashing two or three pirates in its path into a bloody Blood Fog and chunks of flesh before slowly coming to a stop.

"Why didn't you fire back?!"

Tracy shouted angrily.

"Captain, those guys are using standard military artillery; it has a longer range and greater power than ours!"

Someone explained.

"Captain, what do we do now?"

The higher-ups anxiously shouted, "Retreat!"

Tracy gritted her teeth. "Tell the other ships to split up and meet at Harbor No. 2!"

Our side was at a disadvantage due to being ambushed, and our firepower was completely suppressed. And to make matters worse, the enemy captain was Sequence 4 Demigod. This battle was simply unwinnable!

"What are you waiting for? Get moving! Do you want to become Lamb for the [Blood Bishop]?!"

She roared angrily, and her men snapped out of their daze and rushed out of the Captain's Cabin's cabin to do their own thing. Some went to signal other ships, some called the Sailor to raise the sails, and some organized a cannon counterattack. Soon, amidst the booming of cannons, the entire Fleet began to turn around, leaving the island's sheltered spot and scattering in all directions.

Tracy, who remained in the Captain's Cabin, hesitated for a moment before finally running to the corner of the room, opening a drawer in the dressing table, and pulling something out.

It was a small round mirror with a severely rusted metal frame.

"Captain! They're scattering and trying to escape!"

"From the lookout tower of the Doe, an observer shouts through binoculars."

Luther looked up and saw that the opposing Fleet had automatically disbanded, each choosing a direction to flee.

"Tell the other ships to split up and pursue."

He told Anderson, "You decide how to allocate it."

"OK!"

Anderson agreed, and just as he was about to leave, he asked, "Captain, which ship are we chasing?"

Luther hesitated for a moment, about to answer, when he heard a scream from the deck. It turned out that a wet person had climbed over the ship's side and jumped aboard. He was only wearing a shirt and shorts, and his hair was in clumps.

"Don't lay a hand on us, we're on the same side."

He shouted, signaling the Sailor who had surrounded him with weapons to return to their positions, and then walked up to Klein.

Was the "Vice Admiral of Ailment" on the Black Death?

Luther released a fireball to dry his soaking wet clothes, and asked at the same time.

"Cough cough... cough cough... I'm here."

Before Klein could even speak, he was coughing repeatedly. His face was flushed an unnatural red, as if he had a low-grade fever. Before jumping off the Black Death, he still looked like Helene and wore a dress. In order not to die when boarding Luther's ship, he took off his long dress in the sea, leaving only his innermost clothes.

"Darkwill!"

Seeing this, Luther immediately called his Ship's Doctor. His former colleague was clearly affected by the virus released by the "Vice Admiral of Ailment." Although he had left the source of the disease, the cold he had already developed was not so easy to treat. "Another person, prepare clothes and blankets!"

"They're here, they're here!"

The Fat Apothecary, carrying a large owl on his shoulder, hurried over, weaving through the chaotic crowd and nearly getting bumped by the Sailor carrying cannonballs. He grumbled under his breath as he finally reached Klein.

"Hey, buddy, you..."

After catching his breath, Darkwill carefully examined Klein, then gave him a knowing smile.

You'd better shut up.

Luther knew all too well how foul-mouthed his subordinate was, and before he could finish speaking, he coldly interrupted, "Heal him properly. If he dares to utter another word of nonsense, I'll put him in a cannon and blast him to the other side."

"Yes."

Darkwill immediately became obedient, muttering annoyance before turning to scold his owl, Mr. Harry, "Silly bird, go get my medical kit! Do you know how heavy you are? Why do you have to sit on my shoulder..."

The owl gave him a silent glare with its golden eyes, then spread its wings and flew away.

Luther and Klein nodded, then instructed Anderson to lead the Sailor in pursuit of the opposing Flagship.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The Black Death quickly turned its guns around and fired at the pursuing "Doe".

Luther stood at the bow of the ship, watching the shells bombarding him. He pointed his finger, and invisible rules immediately formed, slowing down the shells so that they eventually landed obediently in his hand.

He grabbed the shell, pulled his arm back, and then hurled it violently toward the Black Death.

"Whoosh!"

The shell accelerated rapidly, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"The Fallen Earl", "Magnified"!

Then, with a deafening roar, the stern of the Black Death was struck, large sections of plank were torn apart, and several unfortunate Sailor screamed as they fell into the water.