Relying on the strange magic of the Flying, Barbarossa's raid completely concealed everyone in the Chamber of Commerce's combined fleet. Not to mention Gree Groove, who was not good at spells in the first place, even the few skilled traversers on his ship "Across the Seas", and even His Majesty Giacomo St. Chiesa, the Pope of the Church of the God of Fortune, one of the most prominent priests in the world today, could not be aware of the Pirate King's surprise attack.

All their attention was focused on the direction of the sea area of Skull Island at the moment.

Although they had learned of the destruction of the Sères navy, they were not really nervous - unlike the Sères people, they were now massing a large army, gathering more than 500 warships and more than 100,000 soldiers in this sea, and even the legendary powerhouses reached double digits.

With such an advantage, what else is there to be nervous about?

In the face of such a huge formation, Barbarossa would never dare to appear as long as his brain was not broken.

Let alone...... That guy probably ran away......

Now there is only one thing to worry about, and that is that not a single pirate ship that has escaped from Skull Island will not be spared.

The goal of this battle is to wipe out all the pirates under Barbarossa's command, whether they are killed or captured alive, in short, no one is left!

In fact, everyone is even quite eager for Barbarossa to appear. After all, this is a rare battle, and if you can't get a trophy of sufficient weight, later historians will probably comment that "the labor is moving, but the harvest is far less than the pay, just like throwing a thousand pounds of boulder, but only smashing a rabbit" and so on.

The thought of being judged in this way by future generations made the leaders of the coalition full of unhappiness.

Businessmen don't just care about money, face is also very important!

However, when Barbarossa actually appeared, the vast majority of the merchants were not excited or rejoiced by this, but fell into a panic.

Because, the Pirate King, or rather, the thing that came was too unexpected for them.

They were ready to fight, but all their preparations were for the sake of fighting the pirates, or rather, to fight the living. Not a single merchant, not a single captain, not even a soldier, ever thought of fighting people here.

The sea exploded, and a bright red warship roared out, its sharp and sturdy ramming angles right on the side of a chamber of commerce warship.

With the sound of violent explosions, the sturdy hull of the ship, which can withstand storms and huge waves, is easily torn apart like paper paste. The keel that supported the entire hull was directly broken in two, so the sailors and warriors in the impact area, regardless of their strength, were all crushed into a blur of flesh foam at once, but not a single drop of blood flowed.

Because, all the blood was absorbed by that ship.

Hundreds of people shouted in unison, and then some of the quick-reacting people fired their bows and arrows and struck at the strange bright red warship.

The sharp arrow hit it accurately, stuck in the planks of the hull, and had no effect.

For a huge warship, a few arrows are nothing at all.

However, the warship quickly adjusted its posture and slammed into another ship nearby.

The speed, which had slowed down due to the impact, increased again for no apparent reason. When the two ships collided, it was even faster than when it had just burst out of the water!

There was no doubt that the ship had followed in the footsteps of its companions and was struck in two sections.

The blood-devouring warship did not hesitate for the slightest, and accelerated again, crashing into the surrounding warships.

But at this time, the masters of the Chamber of Commerce had already arrived.

The first to arrive were the summoner Don Quixote's men, who had been summoned in advance, and the harpys (harpys) patrolling the air screamed, these monsters with women's faces and giant eagle bodies were unimaginably swift and terrifyingly ferocious, and they were eager to destroy all living creatures, and the living people on the large and small warships made them fierce. If it weren't for Don Quixote's spells, they would have slaughtered their comrades without mercy.

But the summoner's orders are absolute, and no matter how furious and furious the harpy banshees are, they can't disobey his orders.

So they went berserk and almost went crazy.

At this time, the appearance of the Flying naturally attracted all their attention.

Because of the waves and collisions, ordinary people can't see the situation on the Flying, but the harpies can see it clearly.

On that ship, there was what they needed - living creatures to attack, to kill!

Then they let out a shrill scream, and one by one they swooped down like cannonballs, rushing to the deck of the Flying, trying to catch a sailor by what they were best at, and tear it into the air, or fall from a great height and tear it apart.

The idea is great, but it can't be done.

When they rushed to the deck of the Flying and grabbed one of the sailors each, not only did they not be able to drag their targets into the air as they expected, but they were firmly entangled in the tentacles that stretched out from the sailors.

At the feet of these sailors, countless tentacles spread out and clumped together, firmly entangled around the hull of the ship. To pull them up, all it takes is the terrifying power to drag the entire Flyer into the air.

Is there any creature in the world that can do that? A few harpies can't do that.

On the contrary, because of the excessive force, the bones of their legs made a crisp sound of joint breaking, and they were directly pulled into dislocations.

The hobbies screamed in anger and pain, but in the blink of an eye, the scream turned to fear.

The sailors nearby swung their weapons, and the ordinary swords, which were supposed to be not very effective against monsters, became extremely sharp at this moment, and easily sliced through their bodies.

In just two or three seconds, six or seven harpys were chopped into pieces.

Luckily, as summoned creatures, they don't die because of this, but with a terrible scream, they turn into light and disappear without a trace.

The sailors on the Flying let out a roar of displeasure, complaining that they had chopped their opponents but had failed to get blood.

Don Quixote's body shook, and a little blood flowed from his nostrils. The summon is killed, causing a slight backlash to him.

He wiped it, raised his wand, and the azure light flickered, and a female giant with a body made of ice and snow was summoned. There was thunder and lightning flashing in her eyes, a cold storm all over her body, and countless ice and snow were constantly circling in her hands, as if she was holding a cloud of wind and snow.

"Siva, attack!"

The powerful creature that required the Legendary Summoning skill let out a crisp and pleasant laugh that was completely different from what it looked like, and then she lowered her hands, and the cloud of snow instantly became almost the size of a small battleship, and smashed towards the incoming bright red enemy ship.

This blow was enough to annihilate an army of hundreds of men, and by the way, temporarily incapacitate at least ten times more enemy forces around, and at sea, it was enough to create an iceberg that would freeze the enemy's men and ships and the surrounding sea water.

Although it is a relatively easy creature to summon in the legendary summoning list, Siva's strength is undoubtedly legendary level!

Everyone who saw the blow was confident in her attack, but in the blink of an eye, they saw an incredible scene.

A bright red light emanated from the battleship, slicing the wind and snow in half, and the remaining momentum was still undiminished, straight to the Siwa behind the wind and snow, leaving a long, bright red scar on her massive body.

From the throat, all the way to the chest, enough to cram a terrible scar into which several large living people were stuffed.

The legendary summoned creature let out a terrible scream, and its body suddenly burst apart, turning into countless ice and snow, which were sprinkled one after another.

Don Quixote snorted, staggered back several steps, and had he not been immediately held up by the sailors beside him, fearing that he would have fallen on the deck of the ship.

On the bow of the bright red battleship, a middle-aged man with no hair and a appearance that made many people quite familiar with him let out a happy and fierce laugh.

Hearing the equally familiar laughter, more than one merchant jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and exclaimed.

"Redbeard?"

"Barbarossa?!"

"Pirate King!!