Slaughter

"Splurt!"

"Splurt!"

Cold blade flashes crisscrossed through the air, mercilessly severing one fragile body after another.

The spacious deck had long since been dyed red with blood.

Mutilated corpses lay piled like mountains.

It was as though the pale souls of the dead could be heard wailing in despair!

"Hehehehe."

"The weak simply do not deserve to eke out an existence in this world!"

Amid the hellish, blood-red scene, Shiryu stood with his sword in hand, his towering body already stained crimson.

Only Raiu, the crimson blade in his hand, still gleamed with a cold radiance. Blood gathered into a thin stream and rapidly slid from its tip.

He looked just like an Asura bathed in blood!

"Fire! Fire!"

"Forget the people on board! Aim at the decks! Bombard them! Those warships have already fallen!"

On another warship not far away, a Marine Headquarters officer let out a hysterical roar, directing the soldiers to intensify their bombardment.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The cannons along the sides of the warships roared in rapid succession, like earthshaking thunderclaps.

The entire sea trembled from the blasts!

Across the rolling sea, ten warships from Marine Headquarters were lined up in a row.

Five of them had been ordered by their commanding officers to withdraw far away, lest they suffer even heavier losses.

"Have you confirmed the identities of the attackers? Where the hell are the scouts?!"

"There are three intruders in total! We have confirmed two of their identities: the 'Heavy Drinker,' Vasco Shot! And the 'Crescent Moon Hunter,' Catarina Devon!"

"What about the third one?!"

"The third one is too fast! I... we can't see him clearly!"

"Useless trash! Keep firing!"

Boom boom boom!

The massive cannons roared. Shell after shell fell like a dense curtain of rain, blasting the three warships where Shiryu and the other two were into showers of splinters and snapping their masts.

The hulls of the warships were riddled with holes, and seawater rapidly poured into the shattered cabins.

Before long, the three warships would likely sink to the bottom of the sea.

On the other two warships nearby, Shot and Devon had likewise gone wild with slaughter.

"Hehehe, Marines, bring out all the good liquor you've got hidden away. Burp, hehehe."

Boom!

The heavy cabin door exploded apart as a burly figure in prison garb crashed inside like a savage beast.

Amid the flying wood splinters, a massive hand reached out. Before the furious eyes of the warship's commander, it grabbed him and violently smashed him into the ground.

"Iron Body—Steel!"

The warship commander only had time to use a defensive technique from the Six Powers before a huge foot came down, grinding his head into the hard deck.

"Waaah!"

The Marine Headquarters brigadier general immediately let out a scream as the bones in his upper body crackled explosively.

Shot stood five meters and seventy centimeters tall, a true giant of a man.

There were a full eight hundred elite Marine soldiers aboard this warship, along with more than a dozen Marine officers of considerable strength.

Yet they could not withstand Shot's brutal assault. He forcibly charged through the overwhelming barrage of gunfire and cannon shells, punching a path straight through them.

On another warship, the deck was covered with Marine soldiers clutching their groins and screaming in agony.

The captain of this warship, a Marine Headquarters rear admiral, had beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. His eyes were wide as he stared fixedly at the large group of soldiers before him.

He held a long sword in his hand, aimed at his own comrades.

"Don't come any closer! None of you come any closer!"

"Everyone, stay where you are! Don't move!"

The soldiers who heard the order wore expressions of terror so intense it could not be dispelled.

They looked at one another.

Each could see the mutual distrust in the others' eyes.

"Waaah!"

Suddenly, another soldier screamed, clutching his crotch with both hands as he collapsed to the ground.

"Bastard!"

The rear admiral's face twisted savagely as he swung his long sword at empty air. "Come out! Get out here, Crescent Moon Hunter!"

"If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

"Muruhuhuhuhu, no thank you."

A woman's affected voice came from within the crowd of soldiers.

The voice drifted unpredictably, first from the left, then from the right, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.

"Unless you can give me pretty clothes. Muruhuhuhuhu, I've had enough of this disgusting prison uniform. I need more beautiful clothes."

Suddenly, the rear admiral's eyes narrowed as he spotted the speaker.

It was a burly Marine soldier with a thick beard.

He was clearly a rugged-looking man, yet he spoke in a coy, affected manner that made one's stomach turn.

Whoosh!

The Marine rear admiral used Shave, and his body vanished in an instant. His long sword slashed swiftly toward the bearded soldier.

Whoosh!

The sword missed, and the bearded man vanished.

Then, not far to the side, a handsome Marine lieutenant licked his lips and threw him a flirtatious wink.

"How awful~! You gave me such a fright~"

"Ahhh! Die!"

The rear admiral flew into a rage. He stomped off the deck and soared into the air like a great bird, slashing down once more.

"One-Sword Style—Flying Crane Slash!"

The dazzling slash shot through the air, howling as it flew.

Whoosh!

The Marine lieutenant vanished. Then the rear admiral felt his neck tighten as a large hand seized him.

A cold, thick object was then shoved directly into his mouth.

The rear admiral's eyes widened. He watched as the Marine lieutenant clutching his neck rapidly changed in appearance and build.

In the blink of an eye, the other person had become a tall woman with a long nose, dressed in a black-and-white prison uniform.

What had been shoved into his mouth was a short-barreled flintlock pistol.

Cold sweat streamed continuously down the rear admiral's face.

Devon bent down and brought her alluring face close. Even without makeup, she looked exceptionally seductive as she asked with a coquettish smile:

"Answer me. Am I beautiful?"

As she spoke, she pushed the flintlock pistol farther in, making the rear admiral choke until tears streamed from his eyes.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

The terrified rear admiral nodded desperately.

A shy blush appeared on Devon's face, and then...

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. The rear admiral's skull exploded at the back, spraying blood and flesh everywhere and leaving a fist-sized hole.

Devon withdrew the blood-soaked flintlock pistol, the blush still lingering on her face. "I hate men who flatter others. No backbone!"

The soldiers watched this scene with their eyes nearly splitting apart, then roared and charged forward.

Devon's gaze turned cold. With a flick of her toe, she hooked up the long sword. Her body flashed, and she had already rushed into the crowd, stirring up a bloody slaughter.

Cannon fire filled the skies, and screams continued without end.

Suddenly, on a nearby warship, a Marine scout who had been constantly watching the surroundings cried out from the lookout tower atop the mast.

"Sir! Someone else is coming!"

The officer directing the bombardment on deck roared, "Who is it?"

"It... it's the Devil's Heir!" the scout screamed in terror.