'What a hassle?' On land, if you were on land, you two would already be corpses. Facing the two light warriors who did not spare their hands, Barrett was a little like a cannon fighting mosquitoes for a while.

The rough seas forced Barrett to adjust his center of gravity. And the cables that can be found everywhere on the deck of a sailboat have not only become a tool for Laru's 'swing'. In the hands of those two light warriors who are aimed at themselves, they can also play a role no less than that of cat-man warrior monks.

If it weren't for this environment, the combination of scimitar and fencer in front of him would not have been able to contain Barrett's actions at all. But Barrett, who was already in this situation, had to deal with the swift speed of the enemy, which was the magic weapon on which both of them relied to defeat the enemy.

The fencer whisked to the edge of Barrett's threatening position, constantly provoking Barrett's eye with his annoying thrusts and tricks. At the same time, he also grimaced at Barrett from time to time, and even more people felt like an arrogant, narcissistic, or careless guy. However, these tactics, which used to quickly exhaust the enemy, are now slow to work. This made him feel a little impetuous.

Barrett's pupils shrank to catch a flaw in him, and then he just stepped forward and swept the attack, immediately crushing towards the opponent with the wind pressure that had formed. The experienced fencer slammed back as if he had been clicked—his long-trained battlefield instincts made him barely feel his danger.

The guy swung his polished bayonet sword in his hand - trying to flick his wrist and the flash of his blade to block Barrett's ferocious attack. If in the past, he would have tended to make a fatal counterattack in an artistic way after a successful parry. But now, when he didn't have time to dodge, he felt a sharp pain coming from the tiger's mouth and wrist. At the same time, the stabbing sword also let out a wail of "Broken Peak" under the pressure of the 'Broken Peak', as if it might be cut off at any time.

On the other hand, the scimitar hand, who had been squinting, suddenly widened his eyes at this moment. His legs slammed on the deck as if they were spring-mounted. Then the whole person rushed towards Barrett like a bullet that had just been discharged. The other party, who thinks that he has caught Barrett's flaws, seems to be planning to play a game to save Zhao.

The oak deck is much tougher and more resilient than the ground, and the scimitar is even more powerful when he runs here. In the blink of an eye, the distance between him and Barrett had vanished, and the scimitar swung out of his hand slammed into Barrett's neck with a 'hiss' sound—as if intending to slash Barrett in the head.

It's a pity that this blow in their eyes is a blow that they think they can do, but it can't really kill Barrett. Barrett had already been mentally prepared for the possible actions of the scimitar man. At the moment when the opponent's feet put pressure on the deck. Barrett, who felt the change in his feet, suddenly increased the force of his hand.

The original strength that had not been released was like a lit firecracker, and then the fencer's whole body was hit head-on by a rhinoceros - and the whole person flew out like this. Then there was a "bang" that was stopped by the side of the deck.

The force coming from behind immediately caused the fencer's right back rib to be squeezed forward. The bent figure of the rickety has a collar that moves on the diaphragm. Combined, the fencer always felt that something was blocking his throat and was not unhappy. The nervous reflex tilt brought with it the sound of "poof" and the mist of blood spurting out of his mouth.

However, Barrett's infliction on him did not hide much of his strength, so after spitting out the blood caused by the compression of his lungs by his ribs, the fencer immediately felt much more comfortable. Although the injured part is still hot, it does not affect breathing as before.

When we turn our gaze back to the scimitar hand, we see that this guy's pupils are already somewhat dilated. It turned out that after Barrett slashed the fencer with a single blow, his calves alternated behind and he swung a big spin at the same time. This technique, which uses the Iron Heart Stream martial art 'Metal Storm', was nothing more than a handy for Barrett, but for the scimitar, it was like suddenly falling from heaven to hell.

The previous action was like a goshawk hitting the temple, leaving no room for it, giving people the feeling of fighting for their lives. Maybe in his original experience. This should be a stab in the coffin. Unfortunately, after Barrett successfully broke the game, he didn't have time to retract the scimitar with too much force - the thin and sharp blade was easy to cut, but it was also easy to break.

After a cracking sound of leather, the scimitar's already brutal muscles were sliced open layer by layer by Broken Peak. The relatively soft internal organs are broken up in an instant. Even the sturdy spine didn't last a second under Barrett's blade. Then I saw that the upper body and lower body of the scimitar hand of the knife were completely separated, which was already the second enemy that Barrett had cut down after he came out.

However, the guy's efforts were not without effect, and although his scimitar failed to hit Barrett's neck, he did manage to slash at Barrett's collarbone in his breastplate. It's a pity that it's just by virtue of the power of that inertia. The power of this sword is no match for the sturdy armor made of pure gold. Except for a slight shake in Barrett's body, he was not able to achieve any decent results.

The fencer, who had managed to get up on the side of the boat, widened his eyes when he saw all this. At the same time, this guy scolded his own intelligence officers from top to bottom in his heart. Although there is a big gap between his strength and Barrett. But there is still something in the eyes.

Don't look at the previous battle, this guy behaved extremely flamboyantly, laughing and scolding everything. But that's just the tactical style of his genre. Despite his flirtatious appearance, he is still a dedicated person who is deeply committed to swordsmanship. This guy spends most of his time training his pace, stance, and precise stabs.

Born a little younger than others, he is especially proud of this profession, which combines training and courage. He believes that this is the perfect response of technique to body shape and strength. The fencer's favorite thing to do in the past was to take down the big guys, the big guys who were bulky in his childhood.

But now, Barrett's devastating power shattered the source of his former self-confidence. This guy seems to have been discouraged all at once. When Barrett turned his gaze to him, the strength that came from somewhere turned backwards one by one. Just like that, he jumped off the Yorkshire Mariner.

After the sound of falling water, the guy quickly disappeared into the slowly rolling waves. But as a strong man armed at sea. Even if he was injured, it was unlikely that he would die so easily. But Barrett didn't have the heart to pursue the fencer who had caused him a lot of trouble before - even if he could return to his own galleys, it would be difficult to go into battle anytime soon.

'If I'm right, there is a school of thought among the group of light warriors who wield bayonets that values the power of both personality and intelligence. They focus on the martial arts of perfect use of the bayonet in combat. They used science and geometry to make their swordsmanship both beautiful and deadly. In contrast, the genre of the dry frame just now is biased towards and sensual expression. It doesn't seem to be too much of a hassle to deal with. Even when he turned back to support his companions, Barrett still assessed the strength of the enemy in his heart.

In his head he had a database of all the enemies he had fought. This increasingly rich library allowed Barrett to have a slight advantage against the enemy. Even if you can't find a way to restrain the enemy, at least you won't be blinded every time.

That's when Barrett found out. The Dwarven Anvil has used its daily stone strike. Although this power enhancement is not as effective as the pastor's charisma right now. However, the added force also allowed the anvil to smash an attacker's chest in the last 6 seconds - if the ribs pierced into the internal organs did not take the creature's life, the lungs that were squeezed out of air would definitely suffocate him.

After successfully making a gap in the midst of the enemies besieging him, the anvil rolled without hesitation. It then slammed into the legs of the surrounding attackers like a bowling ball. And those 'pirates' who didn't have any heavy weapons in their hands really had nothing to do about the tin cans rolling towards them in front of them, so they had to disperse temporarily.

If in the real Middle Ages, this kind of play of the anvil is completely self-defeating. With the power of a real human being, after wearing a full-body plate armor. It's not easy to get up on your own when you fall. At least in the midst of war, it is rare to succeed. However, in the game, after only seeing the encirclement, the anvil climbed up with his hands on the ground. After shielding his side, he once again charged at the attacker.

Seeing this, Barrett immediately launched a charge from the opposite direction towards the enemy chosen by the anvil. Barrett is like a big roller running at full strength. The 'pirates' in his path were crushed by his huge wheels. As a result, this guy has a lot of inedible shredded meat hanging on his body.

A straight chill from the 'Broken Peak' split the battlefield on the deck of the 'Yorkshire Mariner' in an instant. All the 'pirates' on this dividing line were either killed or wounded. The only thing that was unsatisfying was that a few of our own sailors, who had not had time to dodge, also bared their teeth under Barrett's touch.

On the other side, it has served as a battlefield-stirring stick cat-man warrior monk on the deck for a long time. At this moment, he should dye his hair red with blood. The dried blood took on a dull brown color, and at the same time, it stuck Lalu's cat fur together one by one. Of course, not all of this blood was the death of the enemy at the hands of Lalu. More so than anything he had done while rolling on the deck.

I didn't want the anvil to roll on the deck just when it just broke through. A lot of the Catboy's tactical moves are related to jumping and tumbling - which is also the practice of light melee genres such as the Monk. Although the gesture looks very indecent, and the name is often not very good. But in a dogfight, especially when 100 people or less than 100 people, this combat technique can be very effective.

Of course, if it were in other places, with the current casualty situation, Lalu would not have become like this. Because the earth and lawn will absorb blood and water to a certain extent, no matter how bad it is, it will form a state similar to mud with dust. But the release of water on the Yorkshire Mariner is doing quite well. Left on the deck, the blood could not be drained for a while. It's just that all the cat's fur is changed color.

Fortunately, although Lalu's image at this time is not good, his results are also good. This time, the 'Scorpion Scythe' was full of the attacker's brains - I don't know when Laru fell in love with smashing the enemy's skull with the scythe in his hand. Of course, this may also be related to the fact that the light scythe itself is not powerful enough, and it is difficult to ensure the death of the enemy when attacking other parts.

However, to Barrett's dismay, the claws on Lalu's hands were missing. Of course, along with them disappeared. And the claw blades that Barrett had bought for Ulrique before Barrett. It seems that in the previous battle, the cat boy himself also paid a lot of price to get the results of today's battle.

Just as Barrett took the time to assess the performance of his companions, he heard only a scream of "woo-". Claudia. The lion summoned by Auditore fell in a pool of blood. Although this lion is fierce, animals are easier to deal with than humans after all.

As sailors at sea, they were very familiar with fishing nets. In addition to fishing, these attackers were also adept at using it to thwart enemy movements. The summoned male lion was hacked to death by the 'pirates' scimitars after being entangled in the net.

But even so, the lion's counterattack before dying wounded the 'pirates' who attacked it. The deep scratches, which were either 4 or 3, pierced the nerves of the wounded and drained their vitality through bleeding. The dead lion was reincarnated as a statue. It seems that it will not be able to be used again in a short period of time. This is important for Claudia. Not good news for Auditore. (To be continued.) )

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