Tomund, who had made a splash all the way, seemed to have some kind of indescribable momentum. Almost at the same time as the sword in his hand slashed down, Edward picked up the sword and stabbed it towards Tormond's face!

......The pouring rain still didn't seem to stop, and in the roar of the waves, the sound of two people fighting was almost negligible, and even except for a very few, not many people saw this scene at all, and two people wielding the same weapon sacrificed their lives to fight.

The deck of the pirate ship has long been empty, and it has completely become a stage for the two of them to enjoy their play, and in the dark rainstorm, the two long swords still reflect the dazzling light, constantly intertwined and collided, and the sparks splashed by the violent friction of the quenched metal always flash in the rain, but they continue to appear again and again, and the two figures also follow each other, dancing like a wind on the undulating deck!

Edward began to have a little headache, the other party obviously looked desperate, but he was unexpectedly very patient - every swing of the sword with the momentum of the same end, step by step, but as soon as he showed the slightest intention to take a step forward, this guy would shrink like a hedgehog and slowly confront himself.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence, but this style of play makes him extremely unaccustomed to it. Whether it was his own strict defense or deliberately showing a little flaw, Tormund remained resolute, and every step seemed to follow some kind of rule, and the other party was obviously equally proficient in this kind of knightly swordsmanship, and if he gave up his life to strike, he would definitely not be polite.

But it was Tormund who was really in pain at the moment, the captain of the guard had just exchanged a few blows, and the squire named Edward had no swordsmanship at all, but he was quite solid and skilled, but his instincts were as sharp as a beast, as fast as if he could see his next step.

Each dodge is completely different and unconventional, nimble as a wild monkey, but it waits with great caution, looking for a chance to kill with one blow.

The most important thing is that Tomund found himself actually dragged by him, and he was forced to defend himself in the face of Edward's crude and rudimentary sword skills, and he was forced to such a point by such a lowly little squire, and that unbearable anger but had to be oppressed in his heart made Tormund angry more and more!

"Why don't you understand, even if you make it to the shore alive, do you think the Mineste family can spare your dog's life?" Angry Tormund cursed loudly, raised his sword to block another slash from Edward, and stabbed him with a throwing spear stuck in the mast, "You shouldn't have survived!"

Still indifferent, Edward staggered to dodge the sharp tip of the spear, and slashed at Tormond's neck with a swift steel sword, but was brutally smashed away by the other party with the spine of the sword. The black-haired boy stepped out of the way, and the two sides were once again locked in a standoff.

But Tomund threw the spear at Edward—and sure enough, he was even more anxious than he was, and before the black-haired boy could dodge the flying spear, the whole ship fell up as if it were about to capsize!

"It's a mad dog wave, a mad dog wave is coming!" I don't know which sailor shouted hysterically: "Find something to catch, or you'll die!"

Not only the pirate ship, but even the deck of the Barrel was filled with exclamations, and the scene became even more chaotic for the sailors and pirates who were already in a fight, and everyone was panicking for anything to catch.

The flipped pirate ship tilted almost vertically, and the dodged-out spear stabbed right into the deck at his side. Edward quickly grabbed the barrel of his gun, feeling the terrible tremor of the hull as it rapidly climbed over the waves. And Tormund was much more unlucky—he didn't have time to find a place to borrow, and he screamed and fell, just hitting the ballista's baffle!

The two ships were almost in unison, forcibly tearing open the sea water in front of them, and Allen, who was clinging to the mast, still opened his eyes wide as he looked at the sailors and pirates who had been washed off the deck by the huge waves. The screams that penetrated the hearts and souls of the people were probably only compared to the cries of hell.

Thinking like this, the girl stood up tremblingly, slowly released the mast, raised the sword in her hand again, and looked at the other ship with great concern - Edward, that guy, should not be in trouble?

Edward, who was almost swept away by the huge waves, struggled to support his body with his arms, and was a little groggy with a splitting headache, slowly got up from the deck, picked up the steel sword to support his body, and looked at Tormond's figure vigilantly.

"The will of the Radiant Cross is hard to guess, isn't it, hehehe...... Or that a lowly mortal like us would want to speculate on the will of God in the first place to be the most blasphemous heresy?"

The hysterical sound, which distorted and seemed to twitch, made Edward effortlessly find his target—Tormond, covered in blood and in tattered clothes, gasping for breath and standing there with trembling legs.

His head seemed to be broken, a broken piece of crossbar was pierced through his right waist, and his left hand was dangling slightly from his shoulder at an odd angle, apparently just broken. The pain in his body made Tormund stand upright by leaning against the boat behind him, and the constant tingling of his nerves made his expression more and more distorted.

Edward would not hesitate to pounce on him at any time and kill him with a sword. But now...... The black-haired boy stood a little helplessly, watching as Tormond, who was already half-dead, clutched the switch tightly and aimed the ballista at himself.

It is impossible for anyone to guess the will of God, for that is not for the imagination of the human mind. Edward dealt with Tormond's words, his eyes quickly looking for a route he could dodge: "But the one who dies tonight will definitely not be me." ”

"It seems that you are not only mean, but also arrogant!" too much blood flowed from the torn abdomen, which made Tormond's face look even paler, but his trembling right arm stubbornly controlled the ballista: "Don't think you can dodge, stand there like a knight, I can still give you a good one!"

"As I said, even if one person dies on this boat tonight, that person will definitely not be me. Edward remained calm, and even glanced at Tormund with a somewhat mocking look: "Maybe you can try it - but be careful, as long as I survive, then you must be the one who dies!"

"Then you're going to die for me—" Tormund roared hysterically, every bloodshot in his scarlet eyes revealing murderous intent. The only intact right arm broke open the bracket with great firmness!

The pulley drove the gears to make a piercing grinding sound, and the stored energy of this ugly war machine was all gathered into the card slot by the slender metal bowstring, and it was completely poured into the cold crossbow arrows, tearing the air apart with a huge roar and tremor, like a roar of death rushing towards the black-haired boy standing in place!

Now is it...... Edward pulled out the throwing gun stuck in the deck, and the fragile beam under his feet immediately disconnected, and the black-haired boy fell into the cabin below, tilting his head and staring wide at the sharp "iron rod" flying in front of him, as if time had stood still in an instant.

"What......" The angry expression instantly turned into consternation, and Tomund watched the crossbow bolt fall for a moment, and then the consternation immediately turned into fear - the missed crossbow arrow rushed to the position of Alan Kwyn, who was still fighting desperately on the barrel.

It's just a matter of moments...... A thin figure suddenly sprang out of the hatch that was supposed to be locked, knocking Eren to the ground directly from behind.

"Boom-!!!"

There was a loud roar from the barrel's mainmast, and the entire hull shook—cold metal bolts pierced the mast horizontally, and sawdust from the swept wind flew in all directions.

"Webb?!" Allen, who was thrown to the ground, realized that the person who had just saved him was actually the little priest, who had fainted on the ground and was covered in injuries. The panicked and worried girl hurriedly picked him up: "Wake up, wake up!"

Edward, who had fallen into the cabin, twisted his aching neck, and the moment he fell, he hit the back of his neck, and his hands and feet were still a little numb - if it weren't for his fate, he would have died just now. The black-haired boy, who was glad that he had died, took a deep breath and jumped back onto the deck with the steel sword in hand.

Tormond, who was lying on the deck with a dying seat against the ship, looked at Edward who was walking step by step with gloomy eyes, and actually laughed again.

"Why, do you think you've survived? Isn't the lowly squire so lucky that you're about to cry out with joy?" Tormond, who kept coughing up blood, still grinned, staring at Edward with contemptuous and murderous eyes: "You think it's a good thing to leave alive? The Minests will kill you by any means, and you just escaped this time!"

"Yes, but I wasn't the one who died tonight. Edward looked at him and raised his sword, the tip of which was pressed against his chest, "You are the one who died. ”

"If you want to kill me, do it quickly - your disgusting black hair and black eyes, I feel disgusting when I look at it again!"

"Disgusting, do you feel disgusting?" Edward laughed too, crouched down, grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and stabbed the blade into his body little by little, but not too deep - slowly, slicing his body open, "Let me tell you something." ”

"Do you know what I was happiest about after I was resurrected?" asked softly, and the blade in Edward's hand sliced through Tormund's ribs, listening to his "clucking...", coughing blood-spitting, and muttering to himself, "My hair, my eyes, are still the black I know best!"

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