Bruce led his men charging into the cabin, bracing behind iron shields as they launched a Barbaric Charge that scattered the crowd at once.
The guards could barely see anything. How could they possibly stand against pirates as fierce as wolves and tigers?
The sounds of hacking and slaughtering by their ears, along with cries of pain from the wounded and dying, made some guards throw down their weapons outright.
"I surrender!"
"Spare my life!"
It was as if a curtain had been raised. More and more people dropped their weapons and surrendered.
But Captain Sherry did not surrender, because he knew that he had ordered the silk set ablaze, reducing the pirates' gains from their plunder. That would surely enrage them.
The humiliation of staying alive and the pirates' agonizing torment would be worse than simply dying.
"Come!"
"Kill me!"
Sherry drew upon the power of his totem, gradually dispelling the darkness before his eyes until he could vaguely make things out.
But Bruce charged over and, with a barrage of attacks, knocked Sherry's weapon from his hands.
With his immense strength, Bruce brutally threw Sherry to the floor and planted a foot on him, leaving Sherry unable to move.
Bruce dispelled the Darkness Spell.
Only then did Sherry see the situation around him.
Corpses littered the ground, most of them guards and sailors, along with many people kneeling in scattered groups.
Their faces were filled with terror now, unable to believe what they had encountered today.
The stench of blood and filth filled Sherry's nostrils.
Sherry tried desperately to struggle, but several more pirates came over and pinned him firmly to the ground.
Bruce squatted before Sherry, patted his face, and said with a savage grin, "You dare threaten my master?"
"You stupid worm!"
"Ah!" Sherry let out