Chapter 392 - Old Bertha, The War Frigate
No one had any idea about what those words meant. It seemed like he was chanting something. Gibson felt the air around them become chilly. Moreover, Gibson saw his eyes flicker in crimson red. Gibson and Maxine unconsciously took a step back.
Welton noticed the youngster's eyes flickering. He was confused as he saw him get closer and closer.
"We are so little" the moment these words came out of his mouth, Gibson saw Lucifer grab Welton by his neck. He lifted him off from the ground, slamming him against Old Bertha's hull.
"Hrrmmmm" Welton struggled to utter a word,
"I told you to repair her, not hide twenty-six pirates inside her to kill us" Maxine and Gibson was stunned,
Welton's eyes opened wide in disbelief,
"You sighed the death warrant for twenty-seven pirates today"
Crack!
Welton's frantic struggle came to a halt as his neck produced a cracking sound. His eyes were still wide open when he hit the ground.
"My Lord" Gibson shuddered,
"Maxine, get her on the water. Gibson go tell those pirates to put everything on the deck"
Michael didn't bother telling why he killed Welton. He just gave them an order, flicked his wrist, willing the system to put the gold-filled chest into the system storage, grabbed Welton's body, and threw it on the deck
With a swift jump, Michael landed on Bertha's upper deck. He walked towards the rudder before holding the rudder which reminded him of Silent Reaper. With a sigh of breath, he turned back to see a barrel on the corner.
Conveniently for Michael, when he opened up the barrel it was empty.
"Looks like this is your fancy coffin buddy" Michael snickered. He then picked up Welton by his collar, putting him inside the barrel.
After hiding the body, Michael walked around the upper deck. If it wasn't for his X-ray eyes, he may have not found the pirates hiding in the lower decks. Those visions enabled him to see the armed pirates hiding beneath him. It was obvious Welton was planning to get the bounty amount as a price for the ship, then kill Maxine, get another hundred thousand from Corey.
Michael was not stupid or generous enough to give him a hundred thousand gold coins for the old ship. He planned to beat up Welton and then get the ship and go. However, Welton's ambush plan made Michael take his life. As far as Michael was concerned, he could let go of hundred enemies but not a single traitor. His focus now turned towards the hooks attached to the poles. They were holding the ship from sliding through the slop to the ocean.
"You are a lucky girl Bertha" he talked to the ship while making his way to the metal hooks.
"I'm going to make you a super OP ship and avenge the Silent Reaper" he removed the first hook from the mainsail pole.
He continued to remove hooks while he saw several pirates entering the hangar carrying huge crates. Their biceps were flexing as the frowns on their faces indicated how heavy the crates are.
One by one the pirates put down the crates,
"My Lord, can you throw down that rope attached to the lever?" Gibson shouted from the ground,
"Here" With a kick, Michael sent down the roll of ropes to him.
The pirates along with Gibson tied the ropes around the crates to lift the crates up. If Michael used Arch energy, it would not even take a minute. He could just put the crates inside the space ring, jump onto the deck and retrieve the crates out of the ring.
"My Lord" suddenly, Michael heard Aria voice in his head through the earpiece,
"What is it?"
"There are several war frigates surrounding us"
"Don't move, I'll be there" as he said, he jumped down.
"Gibson give them something and see them outside"
Hearing Michael's serious voice, Gibson realized something was amiss. He quickly nodded before giving a pirate a pouch of gold coins,
"Share the tip"
"Thanks man" the heaviness of the pouch immediately put a wide grin on the pirates' faces. In addition to the hefty tip, it seemed like they didn't have to put the heavy crates on the top deck which meant less work for them.
"It's done my lord" Gibson said while Maxine walked towards the crates to help Gibson.
Both of them saw Michael wave his hand as the crates disappeared from their sight in an instance. The very next moment, he grabbed both of them by the coolers
"Ah!"
"Shiiiit!'
Both Maxine and Gibson cried out aloud when Michael leaped into the air with them. In a second, they landed on the upper deck.
"Get to the rudder, we are leaving," He said before leaping into the air once again. This time, they saw him land on the crow's nest.
He did not give a damn about the pirates hiding beneath. They would be thinking they are going to ambush them surprisingly. Rather than worried about war frigates surrounding the Caius's airship, he was excited.
"Corey, is that you or one of the others?" Michael cracked his neck before clenching his fists,
Maxine made quick work on the sails. Since the hooks were off, sails were ready to open and Gibson was at the rudder, Old Bertha just needed a push to slide through the slope.
"Wind Blast" a powerful gust of whirlwind fired out of his hands. The whirlwind of wind blast was so powerful that it shook the entire ship. The creaking noise appeared as well as they felt the ship moving.
Creakkk!
The ship purred as it slid forward slowly. The entire ship trembled, the poles and every nook and cranny in the ship let out a gust of dust.
"Is that Old Bertha?"
"What the fuck?"
"Is that Welton's piece of crap?"
"Shit run!"
The ship immediately caused a commotion on the streets when it left the hangar. Someone dashing away from the way while many were pointing out at the ship and speculating.
Michael hoped Welton idiot did a better job fixing her than he did with his ambush plan. He still wasn't aware of the main issue of bertha. A ship's keel was like the spine of a human being, if it was split in half, there was no fixing the ship.
With a few plants and metal plates, Welton patched her up temporarily. Fortunately, it was enough for Bertha to stay afloat instead of sinking into the ocean.
The sails slowly opened, putting a smile on Maxine's face. Even Michael had a grin on his face. He couldn't help remembering the Silent Reaper. Although the ship was nasty as hell, he missed the ship since it was his first ship.
"Back to the airship" Standing on the crow's nest, Michael ordered Gibson.
Now that they were on the ocean, they could see tiny figures of ships on the distant horizon. The crow's nest enabled Michael to see the airship more clearly. There were five war frigates surrounding the airship as they slowly sailed towards the airship.
Michael leaped down onto the deck without even using the arch energy. He landed comfortably.
"My Lord, the pirates…"
"In the below decks. Kill them all and bring their bodies to me" At that moment, his eyes completely became crimson red. Michael noticed the change in his eyes. He wasn't using eyes of Darkness yet his eyes were turning red without his control.
It was a sign of him becoming the dark lord he was supposed to be.
Michael knew this. He had no problem becoming the Dark Lord. Even before he knew about the prophecy, he was planning to rule the world from the shadows. However, he had problems with people judging him from prophecies and divinations. Unlike what they were thinking, he wasn't planning to destroy the world. Why would he want to destroy the place he plans to rule?
As far as he was concerned, if there was one ruler to the entire world, the kingdoms would stay united, no wars, no hunger, and the world would actually be peaceful.
Even to this day, Michael had no idea what the Guardians and Skyhall did twenty-one years ago to him and Diana, his birth mother. He thought he was born on earth, came to this world because of the system, and got his soul transmigrated into Abras's body. He had no idea he was in a rude awakening after reaching the Akilan realm and getting to know more about Skyhall.
For a battle-hardened warrior with the medallion that gave inhuman strength and speed, killing twenty-five pirates was not a difficult task.
"Drink this" with a flick of his wrist, Michael retrieved a vial containing a glistening blood-red potion.
Maxine did not even ask a single question as she gulped the potion in one go. He was glad to see such loyalty from her.
"The potion you just drank will give you speed, strength, and quick reflexes for thirty minutes. Hunt them down"
The blood-red potion was called the berserker potion. It would temporarily enable the user to achieve a berserker state which would triple the strength, speed, and speed of reflexes. The only drawback of the potion was it could only be used by a Body Refining stage or anyone under the Body Refining stage.
After sending Maxine down decks, Michael walked towards the rudder stage. When he reached the steps, he just sat on the stairs,
"My Lord, did you go there? Some war frigates surrounding the airship"
Lucifer's calm face gave Gibson strange confidence. Regardless he was sailing basically a naked ship towards War frigates, he wasn't afraid at all.
Boom!
"ARGHHHH!"
"Kill her!"
"Bitch!"
"shit….Arhhhhhhhh!"
They began to hear cries of agony coming from below decks. Gibson saw no expression on Lucifer's face. He was looking in the airship's direction through the spyglass. The cries of agony continued to sound throughout the ship but as time passed by, the cries sounded quieter and quieter.
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"Holy fuck!"
One of the war frigates that surrounded the airship belonged to none other than Sheyan. He was at the helm when she heard one of his crew members shout.
"Cap'n you…you have…to see this" the crew member came running to Sheyan with the spyglass.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sheyan frowned, looking at the shivering crew member.
Grabbing the spyglass from the crew member, Sheyan looked at the ship approaching them in the distance.
It took Sheyan a few moments to lock his eyes on the ship. Then, he felt a cold chill running through his spine.
"Shit"
Through his spyglass, he witnessed several bleeding men hanging from the sail posts. The sight gave him a chill.. It was not because he hadn't seen dead bodies before, those men hanging from the poles, they were his men.