When night falls, the sky and the sea are blackened, as if the Kuroshio Tide is flowing from the sky, engulfing everything on the sea. And the Vincent, floating on the sea, seems so small and isolated that both pirates and the sea will become their destroyers.

After several hours of speeding sailing, the Vincent still couldn't distance itself from the pirate ship clinging behind it, and now that it was getting dark, Captain Jackson didn't dare to continue at full speed, and the dark sea was even more dangerous.

Just as Swain had guessed, after nightfall, two more pirate ships came from the west, one of which approached from the southwest, and faintly blocked the Vincent's retreat.

A broadside battle is inevitable.

The sailors on deck could already see the hideous faces of the pirates, the demons who had been arrogant on the seas for centuries, and although they were armed to suit the times, their evil countenances had not changed much from their predecessors centuries ago. The pirates' eyes resemble octopus monsters hidden in coral reefs, and shark-like teeth emerge from their gaping jaws.

"Hurry, hurry!" shouted the first mate hoarsely from the deck, the pirate ship was getting closer and closer, and although they did not fire immediately, but chose to get closer to the side as they had done more than a hundred years ago, the pressure on them was still not much less for the Vincent.

Several assault boats were lowered from the pirate ship, and these small clippers quickly surrounded the Vincent like wolves smelling blood. Three pirate ships surrounded the Vincent from three directions, and their high-brightness searchlights were aimed at the beautiful cruise ship. The pirates on board began to shoot, and although no artillery was used, the damage caused by the bullets was not enough to destroy the large ship, so the pirates did not have the slightest qualms. The return fire from the Vincent was rather weak, the sailors had not been trained in professional shooting after all, and did not have the same long-term practical experience as the pirates, and the sailors on the Vincent soon suffered heavy losses, and many fell into the sea, and the blood mixed with the roaring waves washed the deck.

The Vincent struggled to cope with the pirate fire, and had no energy to care about the pirates who were embarking. Unhindered pirates soon boarded the Vincent, just like their predecessors of the previous century, except that instead of scimitars and powder guns, they were armed with equipment similar to those of their predecessors.

These vicious sea thugs were not at all something that the sailors of the Vincent could resist, and when they entered hand-to-hand combat, the battle situation on the deck was almost one-sided, and in the face of the fierce pirates, the sailors could not even aim well, and as soon as they raised their guns, they were already pounced by the pirates, and the muzzle of the gun was against the chest and pierced through the heart.

"Captain!" the first mate didn't dare to stay on the deck longer, he ran to the cockpit in a panic and went to Captain Jackson, "We, we can't stop the pirates, and now we can't hold the deck!"

Looking at the panting first mate, Captain Jackson didn't have any expression on his face, he looked at the first mate indifferently, his eyes were like looking at a dead fish.

Captain Jackson's eyes made the first mate stunned, and the night breeze at sea gradually calmed him down. He suddenly realized that there was no one else in the cockpit except Captain Jackson, and the light in the cabin was very dim, and there was no light at all.

"Oh, yes. The captain said casually, completely unconcerned about the current crisis situation.

The first mate was still clinging to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that Captain Jackson would be so calm that he would have some good idea to repel the pirates. "Boat, captain, you ...... You should have a way, right? We can survive!" the first mate's nerves could no longer support such tension, and his doubts were more almost fantasy than the last hope.

"How?" said the old captain, sneering, his gray-white beard shaking, "no, sir. Is there any other way than to pray to the Lord in such a situation?"

The last illusions and hopes of the first mate were finally shattered by Captain Jackson's disdainful smile, and he had fallen into despair, and he no longer cared about the respect and self-respect of the old captain, and roared hysterically: "There is no way? Then why are you the captain of this ship? What qualifications do you have to give us orders to die! You old bastard, why didn't you die by the desert man's sword earlier, but come to harm us?" If we had surrendered to the pirates sooner, or had gone back to Konue, we wouldn't have been in the situation we are in now, and we wouldn't have so many people dead!"

Captain Jackson was not angry with the first mate's anger and accusations, and he said lightly: "Ah, you're right, if we had chosen to go back to Konue, there might have been some chance to escape." ”

The old captain's words made the first mate stunned, and he asked in a daze: "Then why don't you do this?"

"Why not?" said Captain Jackson, sneering, his smile as hideous as those pirates, "because I'm Planck, Planck Minyuan, the leader of the Shadowsail Pirates." ”

The first mate's eyes widened and he looked incredulously at Captain Jackson, who called himself Planck.

"Now, choose, how are you going to die? I don't care if it's a pistol or a scimitar. ”

The first mate subconsciously touched the gun at his waist, but Planck took the lead, his pistol hit the first mate in the shoulder, and then rushed forward with a lunge, stabbing the hidden scimitar into his abdomen.

"You haven't seen blood yet. He smirked, turned the scimitar in his hand, and looked at the first mate's painful expression, "I'm sorry, my heart is made of iron, so your pain will be my best pleasure." ”

"You ......" the first mate used his last strength to grab Planck by the collar, "you don't want to die!"

Planck jerked out the scimitar, and the first mate's blood and intestines flowed out with the blade. "Oh, are you serious?" Planck kicked down the first mate's body, "neither the fire nor the deep sea can take my life." ”

Turning, Planck walked to the cockpit window and watched the fight outside. A shark's smile tugged at the corners of his beard, and his heart, as he said, was really made of iron, and blood and death were only spices that made him happy, and could not arouse any pity from the notorious pirate leader.

"Forged in blood and bile, little ones!"

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When the shouts on the deck sounded, the bands in the casino were finally in no mood to play, they didn't dare to make any more noise, knowing that they had no way to run at sea, but they still held that if they were quiet, they would not let the pirates find their naïve delusions.

Sven still shook the wine glass in his hand unhurriedly, his peace not shattered by blood and gunfire. "Aren't you playing?" he said lightly, looking at the pianist.

"First, sir, now is not the time to enjoy. The pianist who was watching by Swain spoke intermittently, and he was really scared to the extreme, "You, you'd better hurry, hurry up and run for your life." ”

"Escape?" Swain stood up from the stilt table, and for some reason, the musicians suddenly felt that Swain was just as terrible as the pirates, "yes, you are still thinking about running for your life, you have no way to escape, but you still have the luxury of hoping for a chance to live." Forget it, this is for you, and the panicked people are huddled here like this. He took the last sip of his glass, then casually dropped his glass and left the casino.

Some pirates had already broken into the shipyard, and the revolt on deck had largely subsided, and now it was time for these marauders to search for loot. A group of pirates happened to bump into Swain, and when the guys saw Swain's bright clothes, they immediately confirmed that he was a big fat sheep.

"Yo-sir," the big man at the front whistled lightly, and he carried his gun to his shoulder, not at all afraid that Swain would suddenly fight back, "You look very laid-back." ”

Swain waved his hand, as if he was chasing a fly, and his footsteps did not stop at all. And the moment he waved his hand slightly, a black feather floated out of his sleeve, and when it floated in front of the pirate man, it suddenly changed into a crow, biting him fiercely on the throat.

This bite directly broke the neck of this careless pirate, like a severed head scissors, and simply cut off his head decisively. Before the two companions behind the big man could figure out how Sven magically summoned the crow, they were already splashed with the big man's blood.

"Damn!" the two panicked pirates immediately picked up their guns and fired, although their rifles were not fast, but their years of experience allowed them to shoot down the strange crow in the first place, and the subsequent bullets were tilted on Swain's body.

Sven, who was shot several times, still did not stop, such an injury was not painful for him at all, and the wound did not even flow blood, but the warhead that entered it smoked and was slowly spit out by Sven's body.

The two pirates standing in front of Swain had no idea what the trick was, and they couldn't understand why the bullet had hit the young man, but the horrible creature didn't look hurt at all. Although the bullets were ineffective, the two men still did not stop shooting, and now the constant firing in their hands was their only psychological comfort.

After running out of bullets, Swain walked up to the two pirates. They were completely desperate, how could a monster like them be able to withstand a monster that couldn't be killed by a bullet.

"It's over?" Swain looked at the two pirates who had dropped their guns and accepted their fate, his tone still flat.

"You, what kind of monster are you?"

Swain didn't answer, and a dozen or so crows sprinted out from under his coat, driving a dozen holes into the two pirates. "It's just a cowardly fellow. Sven stepped over their corpses and walked slowly towards the stairs, "You can take the lives of others to your heart's content, but you don't have the guts to face the people you can't fight." The so-called pirates are just cowards who are trying to escape from an invincible social order and look for weak opponents. ”

With each step, more and more crows gathered around him, and the lights in the hallway dimmed as he passed, leaving nothing but complete darkness.

By the time they stepped onto deck, the sailors of the Vincent had completely given up resistance, most of them had been killed by pirates and thrown into the ocean, and some of those who surrendered were not treated kindly, after all, the people who captured them were pirates and not the army, and these brutal sea thugs would not be humanitarian.

When the people on deck saw Sven walking out with a large circle of crows around him, they were all frightened by the strange sight. The crow is not the kind of bird that can appear on the sea, and the black crow flock hovers in the sky, which is more feared by the pirates than the darkness of the night and the black tide of the sea. The pirates surrounded Swain with their guns, but they didn't dare to do anything rashly, after all, the strange birds overhead gave them great psychological pressure.

Planck pushed away his men and walked up to Swain, who looked at him with the fear of a pirate on his steely face. "Boy," he pointed at Swain with his cutlass, "the sea is not your bird, give your name." ”

Swain looked at Planck's face, the notorious pirate was famous, but his countenance was not outstanding, neither the usual scars on a pirate's face, nor the overly impressive face, he was no different from the average sea man, with dark skin and a big beard, and although he didn't look like a good guy now, he didn't look like a vicious villain either.

"Dark Shadow Sail. Swain glanced at the sign on the pirate ship, "You're the infamous Planck?"

"Smack!"

Planck shot Sven's hair, which was blown up by the sea breeze. "I'm asking you, don't get it wrong, boy!"

Sven's eyes drooped, and he didn't move, but the crows around him immediately moved. The crows, as black as cumulonimbus clouds, seemed to suddenly rain and launched a charge against the pirates. Although the pirates on the deck and on the pirate ship reacted immediately and quickly shot at the crows, the speed of the crow swarm was so fast that even if some of them were knocked down by bullets, a large number of crows still shot at the pirates like arrows from the string.

There were at least a dozen crows rushing towards Planck, and the pirate captain did not live up to his reputation, unhurriedly adjusting his pace, and at the same time quickly wielding the scimitar, although Sven's crow was already fast, but Planck's scimitar was like a ghost, completely predicting the crow's charging trajectory, just in advance to the front of the flight trajectory waiting for it to crash into it. Planck's sword technique formed a perfect defensive net in front of him, and from time to time he used his left-handed pistol to shoot down crows coming from other directions. After the first charge, not a single crow was able to hurt Planck.

Compared to the captain, the other pirates were not as relaxed as Planck. Even with all their scrambled defense, a large number of crows still passed through the gaps between their bullets and bayonets, digging deadly holes in the pirates' bodies.

"Reload the Shellbreaker!" Planck shouted, although he could handle Swain's crow swarm, but his men were not as skilled as him, and after Swain's attack, the men he had left on the deck of the Vincent had lost quite a bit.

"But captain, didn't you say you wanted to keep the ship?" asked one of the pirates beside him, barely avoiding the raven behind him.

And Planck's answer to this guy who doesn't look at the situation is the bullet fired from his pistol. "Fool!" he cursed, "it doesn't matter if you punch that fellow, even if you make a hole in the deck, as long as you don't sink the ship, you can fire at me at will!" The gunners who remained on the pirate ship could hear Planck's roar from afar, and they did not dare to disobey the cunning and murderous leader, so they immediately set up their bow guns and aimed them at Sven.

Sven, who didn't move a single step on the deck, also saw that the opponent's artillery was aiming at him, but he still didn't mean to dodge. Instead, he took two steps toward the side of the ship, as if he was actively walking towards the towering cannon.

With a cannon roar, smoke rose from the bow gun, and the cannonballs flew straight towards Swain. The cannonball hit where Swain was standing, but the pirates on deck had no time to cheer as the crows' attacks continued.

Planck cut off the head of another crow with another sword, and by this time he had discovered that these strange birds were in a constant stream, and he saw with his own eyes that new crows had changed from the black feathers that had fallen on the deck, as if by magic, even more magical and deadly than magic.

He could only hope that the shot really killed the "magician" now, otherwise, his losses would be far greater tonight than he gained.

When the smoke cleared, all eyes were drawn to the location of the cannonball. Pirates have seen all sorts of strange things, and they don't get too deep into the weirdness of the unknown, because the ocean is too big for anyone to discover all its secrets.

A large hole had been made in the area where the shell had hit, and the steel plates under the wooden deck had been pierced, allowing one to see the room below. Sven still stood on the wreckage of the deck, staring at Planck coldly.

This look made Planck's heart skip a beat, he had seen so many powerful enemies, and none of these people could give him such a feeling as Swain, because they were all dead. Planck survived until now because he killed all his enemies, whether by violence or conspiracy, and his enemies were killed by his scimitar and pistol, including his father.

Sven looked a little embarrassed now, but his expression didn't reflect that at all. His clothes had become a little tattered, and his oversized top hat had been blown away, and it could be seen that the crows around him had taken most of the impact on him, and now there were black feathers at Swain's feet. Even such artillery attacks did not put him to death.

"Boy!" Planck shouted at Swain, "it's going on like this, so let's have a fight, and the victor will return to land with the spoils, and the loser will roll into the water, how about it?"

Swain looked at Planck, who knew that he couldn't afford the huge casualties among his men, but Swain didn't mind. He took off his tattered coat and threw it into the sea, walking towards Planck in only a thin white shirt.

Planck understood that Swain had accepted his challenge, so he threw his wide captain's suit to the ground and walked towards Swain.

The dark clouds in the sky have gradually converged.