Blackbeard hesitated. If he insisted on keeping all the gold ore for himself, he might really die here.
"Admiral, what do we do? These people have gone mad. We can't break through."
Jesus Burgess, the fighting champion, withdrew from the fray, shaking blood from his hands. Every drop on him belonged to his enemies.
The core members of the Blackbeard Pirates formed a defensive ring around Blackbeard, driving back the frenzied gold seekers again and again. Before long, heaps of corpses of various sizes had piled up nearby.
None of the other core members had been hurt, but even they were shaken by the sight. These people no longer feared death.
They could hold out for a long time, perhaps even a day, but the endless tide of people would eventually drown them. The lower-ranking Blackbeard Pirates could only watch anxiously from outside the melee, unable to fight their way in.
"Captain, we can't keep this up. They'll wear us down and kill us!"
"Admiral, let's give up the gold ore for now. We can deal with these lunatics first!"
Blackbeard looked at the frenzied, twisted faces around him and listened to his crew's shouts. He had no choice but to make a painful decision.
"Dark Release."
Blackbeard clenched his fists, and a vortex of darkness slowly rose behind him.
Boom!
Gold ore erupted in every direction like a golden fountain.
The torrent crushed pirates who failed to dodge. Blood stained the gold ore, only to be buried beneath yet more of it.
Since landing on the island, Blackbeard had spent enormous strength and effort gathering the gold ore in one place, yet he had not gained a single piece.
Watching the screen, Werther's face had darkened when Blackbeard swallowed all the gold ore. He had forgotten Blackbeard could do