The steel sword in his hand flipped over, stabbing a pirate who was obviously a half-grown child on the opposite side, and Edward kicked the opponent's extremely thin chest rather roughly, pulling out the sword and blocking the tomahawk that was slashed behind him.

If anything, Edward had already discovered during the battle with the ghouls that this steel sword was not actually suitable for fighting enemies without armor, and the overly thick spine and quenched blade, as well as the long tapered design of the armor-piercing type, made it difficult to pull out once stabbed into the body, and it was not flexible enough.

This weapon was supposed to be for the wealthy knights who were also wearing steel armor, and used to tear open their iron shells - but unfortunately, this body had apparently only learned how to use this knight's sword in the past, and Edward had never had access to cold weapons in his previous life.

The sharp silver blade danced like a ribbon in the screams of the enemy, Edward let go of his left hand and stabbed the tip of the sword into the navel of the pirate behind him, stirring it hard, the miserable green internal organs and sticky blood plasma flowed out together, and he raised the axe he had just grabbed and threw it in front of him!

Before he could take out his knife from his waist, a pirate who had just jumped onto the gang had already crossed the middle of the not spacious deck, and most of the axe was stuck in his front skull—the pirate standing on the gang snorted and slipped into the sea.

But the handy guy is the best weapon, Edward thought to himself. With a soft gasp, he pulled out the steel sword, and calmly stepped over the corpse that had fallen to the ground, the blade of which was full of foul stench scarlet—how much blood and sweat did the former little squire Edward have to pay to become the squire of the Sacred Tree Knight, to learn how to use this murderous iron weapon?

Edward had no memories of these in his mind - probably because the souls dissipated when they fused. But that self-confidence has not disappeared, the kind of self-confidence that as long as you hold a sword in your hand, absolutely no one can get within a meter of you unscathed!

A black shadow swept past him, and the black-haired boy instinctively dodged to the side, the long sword in his hand swinging away from the arrow that followed. Before he could stand on his heels, a pirate who had just climbed aboard the ship was already stabbing at him with a harpoon, and just above his head, the same fellow jumped from the mast with a scimitar and a hungry tiger!

The black-haired boy who was hit from both sides at the same time stumbled as if the soles of his feet had slipped, and the whole person looked like he was about to fall. But before the two pirates could be happy, the knight's sword, which was about to be taken off in their eyes, "drilled" into Edward's hands as if it were alive, and was held flat in front of him in front of him, and a dazzling crescent moon was slashed.

"Uhh!!h

The harpoon-wielding pirate was visibly stunned by the sight - perhaps it had been a new time in his business, or perhaps it was the first time he had seen a man being slaughtered like an animal, his overly twisted face looking extremely hideous, and he screamed hoarsely as he raised his harpoon and slammed it into Edward.

The black-haired boy was about to turn around and swing his sword, when suddenly a slightly petite figure rushed from the side, and Edward, who slammed on the brakes, quickly stopped the steel sword that was almost cut down in mid-air.

"For the glorious cross—!" Alan slammed his spear with the spine of his sword in both hands, and slammed the stabbing harpoon open with great skill, and with a bit of boyish heroism, he stepped forward, and the wrong step flashed from the pirate's sight, and a cold light split his throat.

The pretty figure didn't stop there, and by the time the pirate fell to the ground clutching his neck, the sword in Alan's hand had already pierced the chest of the other guy, blood sprayed on the rain-soaked golden ponytail, and the right cheek was already covered in red, but it still couldn't hide the delicate body of the girl hidden under the armor.

Seeing this scene, Edward had to admit that he did underestimate this girl who was a little too simple, full of heroic feelings and always wanted to pretend to be an adult.

And after understanding that this Alan Kwyn was a noble lady and not a weak teenager, the black-haired boy suddenly realized that the face outlined by the delicate lines under the golden ponytail was actually quite pleasing to the eye......

"Edward!" the blonde girl walked anxiously towards Edward before she could wipe the blood off her face, not even knowing that she had almost been cut down by this guy, "Are you alright, eh...... I mean, what's going on now?"

It wasn't until this moment that Alan remembered to pay attention to his surroundings, the shouts of killing, hissing, and screaming that were permeated by the torrential rain...... The sound of swords and guns clashing and the clash of sharp blades, and the chaotic killing like a huge wave filled the entire deck, and the girl, who had no time to take care of him, suddenly became a little panicked.

"I remember you promised me to stay in the cabin and protect Webb Alexander. Edward was a little helpless, but he had to ask patiently, "May I ask our pious priest?"

"Are you reprimanding me, little squire?!" Alan puffed up his chest and glared at Edward, frowning, but the next moment he recovered his "prototype" and muttered, "obediently" to Edward, "He's draining the cabin with the first mate and mending the hole." ”

"Besides, the cabins have been chiseled through, and I had to come out as a last resort. While arguing, Alan said very reluctantly: "I'm not worried about you, it's just because you're my attendant, as a member of the Kwyn family, it's the master's duty to protect your vassals!"

"So, Miss Alan Kwyn, whom I serve, please give me the authority to fight for you. Edward chuckled, and since she said so, she was just in time for the next step. A backhand sword knocked the guy who jumped out behind him to the ground, and the black-haired boy knelt on one knee on the deck: "Let me win this battle for you." ”

"Uh...... Okay, okay. The girl was stunned for a moment, and a layer of pink instantly brushed her cheeks, like a lord commanding her subordinates, it was the first time she had such an opportunity.

Extremely trembling, he raised his sword, gently patted Edward's shoulder, and shouted with all his strength: "Bring me victory, squire Edward Wetwood!"

Before he could finish speaking, Alan only felt a gust of wind passing by his side, Edward had already rushed across the deck, kicked the boat with all his right foot, grabbed the rope and swung across the sea, and jumped down from the air like a predatory sea eagle in the exclamation of the pirates on the opposite ship!

A sword flew away the throwing spear aimed at his head, and the cold blade of the sword pierced the pirate who was about to stab himself through the cold - in fact, if you are more sensible, even if you climb along the rope, it is much safer than jumping from the air, and there is no possibility of dodging at the moment when you are stuck in the air, if you meet a powerful crossbowman, the end is doomed to be tragic.

But Edward did enjoy the feeling, and his body reacted almost instinctively. Gently playing a sword flower, the black-haired boy looked at the guy who was also staring at him quite calmly, and in his eyes full of contempt and disdain, there was a murderous aura that was almost condensed into substance.

"I should have reminded Lady Angelica that you should not believe you despicable thing, a liar full of lies!" Tormond, who had seen the scene just now, was cold, "I thought that your master of the Sacred Tree Knight should have taught you some basic integrity, but it seems that no." ”

"I don't understand what you're saying - I'm just a squire with the bare minimum of etiquette before going into battle. Edward was much more relaxed than he was: "I swear to the master I serve, and I will bring honor back to him." ”

"Fake bastard, look at your black hair and black eyes—the mere look makes you feel lowly, and your ungodly heart is outrageous. Tormund was still there scolding and glaring at Edward, "I don't know what kind of rhetoric you used to pull Sir Allen as a shield for you, but don't think that this will stop me!"

"There are not many things in this world that the Mineste family wants to do. The captain of the guard raised his sword: "There are many ways to pinch you to death as long as they want to." ”

"Allen...... Sizz?" Edward muttered as if to himself, the corners of his mouth curled a little sarcastically, "It seems that your master does not trust you as much as you think...... At least I know. ”

"What do you know?!" Tormund was startled at first, and then immediately roared in extreme rage: "You are tender if you want to lie to me! Radiant Cross is above, there must be a sacrifice on this ship tonight to the sea--I will rip out your heart directly, and such filthy things as a sacrifice are fitting!"

Tormund had no patience to continue with Edward—the storm had negated too much of their advantage, and he was not sure that the crumbs would be able to bring down the barrel.

What's more, there is also young master Alan on board, in case something happens - the creepy Tormund decides to make a quick decision and send this evil squire back to where he belongs!

Wearing a dark black cloak, Tomund was drenched, and the steel sword in his hand set off countless lights and shadows like ocean waves, like an evil spirit crawling out of the abyss of the sea, attacking Edward head-on!