Crimson seawater drifted over.
Along with the seawater came countless severed limbs.
The people aboard the warships behind leaned over the railings, eyes wide as they watched the corpses drifting in with the current, searching for survivors so they could ask what had happened ahead.
They had run into an ambush by the Land of Hot Water, right?
It had to be that, didn't it?
Otherwise, how could they explain how over a thousand mercenaries had become corpses spread across the sea in just one or two hours?
"Didn't they say the people of the Land of Hot Water loved peace and weren't good at fighting?"
An elderly mercenary swallowed nervously.
Luckily, he was on this ship. Otherwise, he would have been the one who died.
"Wait! Someone's moving!"
A voice rang out beside them. Everyone followed the sound and indeed saw someone twitching faintly in the water.
There really was a survivor!
The mercenaries had no patience to go into the water and retrieve him. They found a harpoon, tied a rope to it, and thrust it toward the survivor's thigh.
Squelch!
The harpoon struck true, splashing up blood. Several mercenaries tugged hard and hauled the survivor from the water.
With a thud, the survivor crashed onto the deck.
Two mercenaries who knew medical ninjutsu rushed over to treat him, but before their hands could touch him, their hearts sank halfway into their stomachs—
What survivor? He was clearly a dead man!
The reason he had been moving was that three or four fish were gnawing at his abdominal cavity, greedily feasting on the original-flavor braised offal inside.
They were eating so intensely that they had compromised the corpse's seal, allowing the smell of feces to leak out.
One of the medical mercenaries standing close by took a deep