Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 934
"As long as we are the kings of the outer seas, our challenges will never cease…"
Leylin smiled, "This time, it's only a few little mice who overestimate themselves… Ronald, how do you think we should deal with them?"
"Of course we should mercilessly cut off their heads and claws, and store them in oil bottles!"
Ronald answered with a murderous spirit. For those that challenged their status and profits, there was only one answer, as was law of the pirates in the outer sea— To kill them all!
The shadow of the sail danced. Numerous sailors and pirates yelled as they controlled the sail and steering oar, allowing the pirate ship to sail more quickly.
Amongst them all, on the largest ship, a bishop was frowning while having a bad feeling about this.
"Rogers, make the ship faster! We need to hurry there as soon as possible!"
"Understood, master!" A pirate captain next to the bishop answered respectfully, "But this is the fastest we can go…"
"Is that so? Then why is it that the Scarlet Tiger and the Barbarians' Tsunami can go faster than eighteen knots?" The bishop frowned.
"That's because those are large pirate groups. Those two are also the main battleships that have been enchanted!" Rogers thought inside but did not dare speak his thoughts. After hesitating for a while, he answered as if put in a spot, "Those are individual abilities and nothing to do with the speed of the fleet…"
"No, no. You're all trying to deceive the mighty God of Murder and his priests!" The bishop watched Rogers, facial muscles contorting to become incomparably sinister.
"No, that's not it… Master, my loyalty to the god… No, please forgive me! Please forgive me!" The captain of the pirates, who had seen the ruthless methods of the bishop, immediately knelt while looking absolutely terrified.
This accusation was not something trivial. Recently, this bishop had become strangely bloodthirsty and insane, and would occasionally kill people because of small matters.
The captain, Rogers, was now beginning to regret responding to his recruitment.
However, before he could plead and beg for forgiveness, a black dagger had slashed through his throat and cut apart his windpipe. Large amounts of blood spurted out.
Rogers' eyes rolled back, hands grasping at his throat tightly. Blood unceasingly flowed from between his fingers, causing guttural groans from his throat.
The struggles of a dying man ended quickly. The captain, who had been lively and frisky all this while had turned into a corpse in a instant.
The surrounding pirates froze, beginning to wish they could hide their heads in their chest.
"Dispose of him! Also… increase the speed. Any questions?" The bishop glanced at the assistant pirate next to him.
"No- None at all! I guarantee you, my lord, that there's no issue at all!"
The assistant had been scared stupid, but after seeing the chilly glint in the bishop's eyes, he immediately felt sober and shouted.
"Then go, or else this is how you will end up!"
The bishop waved his arms, no longer caring about those pirates who were doing everything in their capabilities. Gazing into the distance, he had a profound look in his eyes.
"Damn it! That darned little noble! I shouldn't have let him off during Pirates' Tide!"
The bishop's plan had been perfect, where he would provoke both sides and help the weaker one. Once the Scarlet Tigers and Barbarian Pirates weakened, his team would gobble up these two organisations and become the king of the outer sea.
He even had plans to unify the dark world and make the outer seas independent, and even construct a godly realm on the ground here!
However, all of this had been wrecked by the darned noble.
Veins began to show in the bishop's eyes. He'd never thought that the noble would be so gutsy as to kill the emissary he had dispatched.
"Such a fearless and disrespectful being must be executed immediately, and then nail his soul on the wall of the faithless as he howls in anguish…"
As a religious person, the bishop immediately loathed Leylin with all his heart.
A person who held no respect for the gods could never become a lamb of his master. If Leylin could not be subdued in terms of his mind, then he would have to destroy his body.
From ancient times, this was how power worked.
However, he had no idea that when the gods started out, they were also just as fearless. This was the joint belief of all those heroes whose names remained in historical records
If they could not succeed, then they could only roll of a cliff and turn into the corroding soil underneath.
While he did not know of this concept, the bishop determined to have blood.
He wished to eliminate this being as soon as possible…
"There's still time. The Barbarians must have just fought them not long ago… Even if my plans are slightly affected, the Barbarians' strength should be enough to cause immense damage to the other side. When the time comes…"
While the bishop was immersed in his fantasies, he suddenly gaped at the dense number of sails in the distance, at the horizon.
The Scarlet Tiger ship took the lead. The bloody skull and dagger symbol had all of the pirates becoming restless.
Gods! The Scarlet Tigers was the finest pirate organisation in the outer seas. He had basically heard them expand and gain reputation, and now that they were going to fight them, it was impossible for him not to feel stressed.
*Rumble!* *Rumble!* *Rumble!*
The Scarlet Tigers unhesitatingly opened fire. Like table knives, the many ships cut the huge fleet apart into numerous fragments like butter.
Compared to how the pirates at the lowest rung depended on their elite troops and morale, the Scarlet Tigers wanted to leave their opponent far behind. This was an unequalled confidence in themselves from cutting off the heads of countless enemies.
"Do you see it now?"
Leylin handed the commanding to Ronald and Robin Hood. After all, he was more proficient in casting spells. From the many years he had not been around, he was also unfamiliar with the group.
Knowing one's flaws and doing his best to make up for it was the attitude of those looking to improve themselves.
While I'm not suited to some roles, I can choose people who would do better and control them.
If not, someone wanted to do everything well would only tire themselves to death.
"Seems like Robin Hood and Ronald are doing very well!" Leylin said to Isabel next to him while laughing..
"They are the people you've nurtured. Are you trying to brag about your extraordinary foresight?" Isabel was actually very astonished. Leylin seemed to have a pair of special eyes, and he would never go wrong when it came to judging people.
However, in order not to make Leylin too cocky, she worded her answer huffily.
"No! I just…"
Just as Leylin was preparing to answer, his expression suddenly changed and he abruptly pushed Isabel aside.
A translucent figure arrived before him, as if traversing through space.
Shadow Jump! The powerful ability of a high-ranked assassin, and a high-ranked technique that could only be comprehended by assassins nearing Legendary! It allowed one to shift locations through the shadow dimension and attack enemies instantly.
This ability was basically everyone's nightmare!
When a wizard like Leylin was in close quarters with a thief and was the one who was being attacked in surprise, the result was obvious.
This high-ranked assassin did not have any excess movements, and lacked even the elation of completing a mission successfully. There was only an apathetic and dead look in his eyes. The black dagger that held a powerful curse inside had already pierced through the defences and into the area where Leylin's heart was.
"No!" Isabel immediately went crazy, transforming into half-dragon form and pouncing over.
The feeling of meeting flesh and the scalding blood spurting out finally gave rise to a glimmer in the eyes of the assassin. With a burst of strength in his right hand, he planned to draw the dagger out and leave.
After all, fighting with a high-ranked swordsman was not something for an assassin to do. He had assassinated the leader of the opposing side, and that was enough!
Surprisingly, he was unsuccessful in plucking the dagger out. The assassin froze, and was stunned to see flesh 'sprouts' appearing in 'Leylin''s chest. They were like the vines of plants that bundled up the dagger tightly.
Just that moment of being stunned left him no chance to flee for his life.
*Boom!* 'Leylin's' chest exploded, and numerous bloody tendrils burst towards him and bound the assassin tightly. Like suckers, they were already trying to pierce through the skin and absorb fresh blood.
"Necromancy? No, no…" A shocked, coarse voice sounded from under the assassin's veil.
"That's just a Flesh Puppet, a spell I made just for you!"
A teleportation door opened to reveal the real Leylin.
"You should be the high-ranked assassin who tried to assassinate numerous bishops of varying churches during Pirates' Tide, right? This is a rather great gift!"
"So… you've already become a high-ranked wizard!"
The assassin's eyes did not fluctuate at all, allowing the bloody vines to take over his body. It seemed that he had lost all will to escape.
"Stop pretending. All of your methods are visible before my eyes!"
Leylin spoke coldly. Numerous spells shot out. With Dimensional Anchor locking on, even the shadow plane had been sealed.
"Damn it… you!"
Now that his last trump card had been seen through, the assassin was now no longer as relaxed before. He was then killed with Leylin's Finger Of Death.
"Bastard, do you know how worried I was for you? At least discuss this with me beforehand!"