Battle of Long-Held Wishes (5)

Apple Sea.

"Come out, Biscuit Soldiers!"

The sight of blood made Cracker explode into action. The entire Biscuit Battleship instantly melted away, and one burly Biscuit Knight after another emerged atop the biscuit floor, armed with blades and shields... In barely a dozen seconds, an army of a hundred had been born.

"Hiss..."

After stomping on the biscuit floor spread across the sea, Ben Beckman could not help drawing a sharp breath... This young man was ruthless. He actually intended to play chess with him.

Except there was only one piece on this chessboard—him... while his opponent stood watchfully amid a host of Biscuit Knights. In theory, a single collective charge from them would leave him dead without a corpse.

Tap, tap... Having summoned his biscuit army, Cracker did not rush to attack. With a sweep of both hands, the Biscuit Knights marched in perfect unison to either side, clearing a straight path down the middle.

Cracker strode forward at an unhurried pace, looking exceptionally imposing, like a monarch inspecting his mighty army. Beckman, standing outside the formation, appeared utterly alone, like a commoner who had come to pay homage to a king.

"You're the first outsider to wound me... Now, state your name."

The earlier panic and fury had vanished. Once more, Cracker wore that condescending look as he gazed down at him.

Though surprised by such an immense display, Beckman remained calm. "Then I'm truly honored. Red Hair Pirates... Ben Beckman, vice-captain and sniper."

"Ben Beckman? Very good. To commend your excellence... I'll grant you a grand death. Of course, I'll send your captain and companions to the underworld to keep you company as well."

Clang... As Cracker drew the massive sword hanging at his waist, the Biscuit Knights turned in unison and fixed their eyes on Beckman.