Black Sail
Chapter 347: CCCXLVII. God’s Wrath

Chapter 347: CCCXLVII. God’s Wrath

The waves, brooding like a surge of mountains, smashed all the ships in the harbor into bits, and the sea monster’s tentacles, each as colossal as Jormungandr itself, writhed across the surface in a frenzied dance, churning the ocean.

Dark clouds eclipsed the sun, bringing storm and rain, with lightning and thunder turning this hell into a land of perpetual daylight.

All who tried to approach the Sea God first faced the endless monster’s tentacles, striking the sea madly, their lashings leaving shocking trench-like gorges, not sparing the Black Sails Alliance nor even their own men.

The violent thrashing, each impact resounding through heaven and earth, tore the coastline to shreds, turning it into a scarlet soup that, with the waves, spilled all blood and entrails back into the sea.

The East Sea.

This largest and strongest abyss swallowed everything, leaving nothing but dregs, eating not only the flesh but the heart as well. Under the indifference and cruelty of this frozen sun, amid the hysterical frenzy like ants and rats at Heaven Port, even the purest of wills found it impossible to advance.

Doringger stood above the God, the Holy Spirit, with the bright red spell glowing fiercely on his left arm, one man controlling the entire Sea God.

The twelve Magic Ship Cannons transformed and expanded, each splitting into twelve... a terrifying weapon designed specifically to kill humans.

Driven by Doringger’s will,

these one hundred and forty-four machines of slaughter gathered silver-white specks of light, hundreds of Magic Energy Penetration Cannons indiscriminately strafing the whole Heaven Port.

They laid waste to everything in their path, unstoppable.

Hundreds of light beams seared everything in their wake, like the wings of God sweeping across, bisecting Merfolk and even members of Doringger’s own Personal Guard. In an instant, hundreds lay dead, their wounds cauterized instantly, reduced to smoking blackened corpses.

Gale winds howled as Doringger’s robes and white fur cloak fluttered in the storm, an image of God’s Wrath.

Under his feet, the Holy Spirit statue formed from the Red Crystal, served as an emergency reserve, offering a terrifying energy source capable of destroying an entire island, enough for Doringger to wipe out every single person.

Everyone tried to dodge the dread reach of the cannon fire, but its speed was too terrifying.

In an instant,

the light beams swept across the coast, forests, outer city, and lit up the dark sky, buildings in groups neatly sliced apart, the beams igniting furniture. Despite the pouring rain, fierce flames rose high, the red glow reaching for the heavens, the rainfall unable to quench these volatile sparks.

Influencing the entire battlefield.

What Doringger said was no lie.

He alone could suppress the East Sea.

Ernie sidestepped a sweeping beam with a perilous dodge, the beam slicing through a row of large trees as if they were nothing, its earth-shattering power beyond human resistance.

A heavy rain fell.

He had to resolve this battle here quickly and kill Doringger.

"It ends here."

Rainwater seeped into his gills, and Ernie’s aged body surged with strength.

In an instant,

all the surrounding rainwater exploded away, as the Water-Repelling Soft Sword, like flying silk, made the clothes-drying saber bend and twist with every slice, making his attacks even more cunning in their arcs.

With Ernie’s movements leaping and gliding on branches, creating a vacuum in the forest, countless silk threads of soft sword came piercing from all sides and from above.

Chiyoda’s Qigong circulated, pouring into the clothes-drying saber, the two-meter-long terrifying weapon dancing wildly, clashing with countless silk threads into a waterfall of sparks.

Ernie didn’t need to hit many times, only a swift and fierce strike, enough to claim her life.

As the muscles in his arms bulged with blue veins, all the soft sword threads were tangled onto the clothes-drying saber, pulling tight together, he tugged fiercely.

Crack!

Ernie, wielding the clothes-drying saber, and Chiyoda, holding the terrifying scabbard, rushed past each other.

As the scabbard split into two, a terrifying twenty-centimeter gash appeared on Chiyoda’s chest, her meridians congested, her strength dissipated, blood flowing in torrents, her lips parted wanting to say something, but then she collapsed lifelessly in the torrential rain.

Ernie didn’t slack for a second, turning around and running toward the coast.

On the other side,

The coastal front was instantly pushed back. Even with the sweet dew falling, near the almighty Doringger, the Twelfth Troop was on the verge of collapse, daring not to linger on the shore, all scattering to the sides.

Doringger was brutally vicious, along with his own people, from a straight line, intending to completely destroy the main road and everything nearby.

Shadi, assisting Ox, rolled his throat. This was no longer as simple as the Boss battlefield scenario; the scene was too fucking scary.

One could die at any moment; where the hell is Fen? Use the Stele to kill Doringger directly!

Just dodging the ship cannons was already more than Fen could handle; he didn’t have the agility to move quickly under the beams of the cannons. He was just casting arcane spells, Ether Crystal Shields, frantically exhausting his concentration, having just endured a direct hit from a cannon, protecting the essentials for activating the Netherworld Stele, Izumi and Mo Yutong.

He hid on the edge of the coastal battlefield, disheveled, with a grim and cold face, slightly disheveled, knowing he couldn’t go on like this, as the Red Crystal’s Holy Spirit Statue had inexhaustible fuel.

On his own side, they would only be massacred by Doringger, and the coastline was covered with countless tentacles of the Devouring Whale Giant Demon, making it impossible to get close, and there was no time to prepare to use the Stele to cast the Great Skill.

It wasn’t necessary to use the Stele, though. Fen had also prepared Great Skill materials for today. First, he’d kill those sea monsters and destroy the ship cannons before even thinking about killing Doringger.

Senluo Death Technique, release.

The celestial spell tattoos densely covering Fen’s upper body began to operate, and terrifying mouths formed on his left arm, swallowing all the spell materials he had on hand.

In an inconspicuous forest corner,

An uninvited guest arrived.

"Indeed, I have to keep an eye on you, never knowing what mischief you’re concocting."

Mo’er’s target was to intercept Fen; Doringger saw Fen as one of the biggest threats, having once been a member of the Tower Alliance’s Upper House, and it was not unthinkable that he had some earth-shattering trick up his sleeve that could dispatch him.

"What a dangerous situation, isn’t it? Having to deal with both ship cannons and me..."

Mo’er, noticing Fen’s breath was somewhat disordered, knew for sure that he had just forcibly withstood a ship cannon. There were also two women following behind him, which was too strange; as he spoke, he immediately cast a pillar of purple magic flame towards Fen.

Different from elemental magic, this purple flame was magic, directly burning a person’s consciousness, soul, and concentration, leaving magicians at a severe disadvantage in battle.

Senluo Death Technique·Sixth Tier.

Fen waved his left arm fiercely, releasing a stream of ghostly souls as a counter, the two forces meeting in an explosion of terrifying magical remnants and ash. The clash sounded like mournful wails from the Nether Abyss, chilling to the bone.

Mo Yutong took a deep breath; she had a unique constitution that didn’t fear wounds that would be fatal to others, and she possessed a Magic Bullet Gun she had purchased from the Reggae Defense.

Taking advantage of the moment when the eerie Sutured Face’s attention was pulled by Fen, she felt fortunate that she had taken the time to get her gun license.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Mo Yutong emptied the magazine. Although her marksmanship was not great, three shots hit Mo’er, two blasting flesh from his chest, and one hitting his sutured face.

The ghostly soul stream surged forward, fully hitting Mo’er, the wailing and impact of the vengeful spirits turning him into a bloody mess, leaving no trace of his long, dark robe.

This was not a Spiritual Body; it was Mo’er himself.

"Is he dead?"

Izumi, also armed with a hand crossbow, triggered the mechanism, firing several more bolts that burst Mo’er’s spell-casting arm.

But this was still not enough.

Fisher, turned into a resurrected corpse, sprang forward in kangaroo-like leaps, his bone legs propelling him upward as his back tentacles stabbed frantically at Mo’er, spraying blood with each hit.

On the streets, Mo’er was known as the "Funeral Coffin," having committed countless crimes in the name of spell research, even refining himself in the process.

"Not enough, still far from enough!"

The black blood on the ground flowed backward, and the barbed wire line restitched all the torn flesh together, his body gaining a few more suture marks, wrapped in a dark shadow of magical power.

Heavenly Corpse Ghost Technique·First Tier, release.