At sea
"I said it long ago. Anyone unwilling to hand over their cargo will die!"
At that moment, the man standing beneath the Red Skull flag had nothing but coldness in his eyes—a killing intent cold enough to pierce the marrow!
He raised his hand high, then brought it down sharply. "Kill them!"
"Yes!"
The pirates launched their attack the next second. These agile men drove their ships toward the merchant vessels trapped in the encirclement, leaping aboard one after another and battling the Guard Corps on the merchant ships.
"When fighting the Red Skull, there are only victory and death. Surrender has only one meaning: death! Everyone, fight!"
Seeing his crew afraid of the approaching pirates, the captain of one merchant ship very cleverly shouted those words.
Upon hearing this, the merchant ship guards who had been thinking of retreating all shuddered inwardly.
They naturally knew how savage pirates were. It seemed this battle had to be fought!
"The captain is right! Kill them!" one man shouted.
The others cried out in unison and clashed with the pirates charging aboard.
As for the captain who had just shouted, the instant he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind strike at him from behind!
This captain was surprisingly agile. With a sidestep, he dodged the sneak attack.
The blade of a cleaver crashed down where he had been standing. Because he had moved in time, it struck nothing but air!
Before the captain could inwardly cry, That was close, the tall pirate who had ambushed him lunged at him again like a fiend, cleaver raised.
That fleeting instant was enough for the captain to draw his sword. He yanked out a fine longsword, flicked its point, and thrust at the pirate.
The two immediately fell into a