Without Lilith's variable, the battle would soon come to an end.

Even so, Robert gradually stabilized the situation.

This made Morris breathe a sigh of relief.

Under normal circumstances, when the broadside battle begins and the pirates encounter strong resistance and are inseparable, then they have already lost the war.

The meaning of robbery is to seek wealth, not to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. When the losses outweighed the benefits, the pirates' only recourse was to retreat to their ships and sink the merchant ships with their cannons. lest the whole sea later know that a merchant ship had challenged their authority and had gone unpunished.

But the situation is clearly different now.

First of all, there was no artillery on either side of the battle.

Second, Leonard's side was not a pirate, they were outlaws who gambled their entire wealth and lives, even selling their souls to demons.

They don't care how much they lose, including all of them.

But few people on the merchant side knew about these things, and even Morris was suspicious of how tirelessly these men pursued him.

Not to mention Robert and the others, these pirates who fought to the death caused them a lot of trouble, and the young sailors on the merchant ships were distracted by this scuffle.

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead, pierced the rebels fighting him with a sword, and unloaded it from his sword with a kick, and he coldly watched as the conceited swordsman's swordsmanship lost his life and lay down on his back, then looked around.

The battlefield is controlled on the deck, no enemy can make it into the cabin, and April is safe.

Blood soaked the ground, and Robert saw Leonard fighting Morris in the gap between the knife and the sword.

The sailors who tried to support Morris were all stabbed to death by Leonard's quick sword.

He was first amazed that the mortally wounded Morris was able to fight him so closely, and then realized that if the obviously enemy leader was killed, the war would end with the victory of the Edin Beauty.

So he strode over. And turn a blind eye to the battles encountered on the road.

This made a breathless Morris realize that his target was the enemy in front of him.

The two didn't even need to make eye contact. Morris no longer wrestles with Leonard, lest he see the Assassin behind him when he changes pace. Robert carefully locked the killer onto Leonard's vest...... The guy was still obsessed with hunting down Morris, unaware.

The two of them couldn't help but have some light of hope in their hearts.

If you finish him here, you might have a chance to get that succubus back...... Morris thought.

He guessed very wrong, very wrong.

He thought that if it was Robert, the two would be able to win together.

But the premise of this assumption is that Leonard has no helpers.

But Leonard has a helper, and it's Lilith who flies in at great speed.

"Look what I see?" a female voice said, "A sneaky mouse!"

Morris had a wake-up call in his mind, but he didn't have time to alert Robert. A pair of hands full of flames tore through the night, and it dazzled in the darkness.

"Robert!"

In despair, Morris watched as the hands plunged into the navigator's chest, the flames burning his flesh and making a "zila-zila" sound. For a moment, Morris remembered the soldering iron that had stopped his bleeding.

But these slender hands are obviously much more vicious than soldering irons.

Robert's spurt-bolted sword froze in midair, his eyes still fixed on Leonard's back. When he realized that something was missing in his body, he bowed his head in pain and disbelief.

It's the heart.

He fell to the ground.

......

The tragedy aboard the Edin Beauty was noticed by Peters.

Robert was his most important crew member and his brother for decades.

"Damn!" the rude captain's chest was filled with anger and sadness.

It was my fault!

If I realized that the freak was over......

If I warn......

If my style of play wasn't so negative......

As if a string in his head had snapped, Peters grabbed the placket of his shirt fiercely, and his fierce gaze stared directly at the mechanical Gregory.

He roared and slammed into it like a bull. Henry beside him was taken aback.

Gregory's axe was dodged by his pace, and he gripped the sword in both hands and plunged into Gregory's abdomen with his short body—not into the flesh.

The touch of being inserted into the sand came.

But Peters still didn't stop, and he twisted and pulled the hilt of his sword violently, trying to rip the belly of the living corpse in front of him.

This action was in vain.

Peters couldn't move.

The blade of the axe was out of reach, and Gregory's sluggish brain didn't realize that he could give up the weapon, and he struck Peters on the back with the handle of the axe.

Peters gritted his teeth and tensed his skin, and resisted a few times. Then he decisively gave up his sword, hugged Gregory horizontally, and pushed forward hard.

The heavy smell of corpses choked on his nose. The living corpse was pushed to the ground by him.

"What are you still doing in a daze?" he shouted to Henry.

"Gotta use an axe!" Henry replied anxiously.

The two didn't work well together. When Peters erupted, Henry was dumbfounded. And when he reacted, the two were already entangled. Fearing that he would hurt Peters, he went around to the side and stabbed Gregory in the neck with a sword.

But he also ran into the same problem as Peters.

His body is like mixed cement, and it is easy to pierce it with a sword, but it is not possible to enlarge the wound.

Only with an axe!" he thought.

So he grabbed Gregory's axe in both hands and snatched the weapon from the living corpse. But the tall Gregory was holding the axe hilt.

He couldn't snatch it.

Henry was anxious to bite with his teeth, but apparently the living corpse felt no pain, and it was disgusting even for him with a missing string in his head.

It wasn't until Peters' hard slam that things took a turn for the better, Gregory leaned back, his hand finally let go of the axe, and Henry snatched it.

He tightened his grip on the heavy weapon, took a step back, and then roared:

"Keep your head down!"

Peters subconsciously let go of his arms and lowered himself. Gregory's head was exposed, and Henry aimed at it, rounding the axe with all the strength he could eat.

"Flutter!" sounded.

Before the sluggish corpse could move, his head sliced out like a football.

Gregory fell silently.

A large amount of gravel, gravel, twine, and cotton escaped from his neck, and when all of them left the soulless shell, the tall living corpse was finally reduced to a skin.

It's like a thick cloth bag.

He won't be resurrected now. Henry thought.

Panting like a cow, Peters walked up, stomped on Gregory's head, and spat on it.

Then he turned his head to look at the Edin Beauty, where the dead Robert was lying in a pool of blood.

The smiling demon spread its wings high, dazzling in the bright moonlight.

Peters' anger churned in his heart.

Whatever the hell you are, I'll make you pay!" he thought.