Chapter 1311 An Egg
Chapter 1311 An Egg
Spades could feel his entire body shaking at the voice. It pierced through their hearts and their well-constructed mental fortitude. The voice seized their innermost fears and brought them to the surface, making the sea-and-blood-hardened men tremble at a mere whisper.
"Lord Eros!" shouted Spades as he realized that the voice was not directed toward him, but the man he served. In response, Deluge stood without moving, looking at the eclipse with a frown. "Please enter the mansion!"
"Are you afraid, Spades?" asked Eros with a smile, but his eyes never left the eclipse as his aura shifted. "Prepare for battle. The enemy has already located us," commanded their lord as his crew rushed to their posts. Spades was unconvinced but could not argue against his lord.
The next instant, before they had time to prepare, a ripple echoed from within the eclipse and passed through the world. Their efforts to activate the runes were rendered useless, as none of them could even access their mana. Spades tried to activate his ability again but found it futile.
"He is coming," said Lord Eros while looking at the lunar eclipse. Spades followed his gaze to the dark moon, which made his blood boil with wrath. Then, a whistling sound deafened the crew as a figure rushed from the horizon. It was as black as the night, but its presence was impossible to ignore.
The figure flew across the water, splitting the ocean in half. Their ship began to tilt as the ocean turned chaotic, but that was the least of their worries. Spades jumped forward to look at the figure, and using his strong perception, he was able to see its features.
An armor as black as the night, eyes as red as blood, and a sword of gold and black in its hand. The man himself was no man, but a personification of an ancient feeling, something wrathful and far from merciful. His skin was pale, his features twisted, with teeth gnashing against each other so hard that he bled.
Spades wanted to strike the man down using his sword, but he passed in a flash of light, nothing more or less. The light passed through the ship, and it split into two parts as it began to sink. Spades looked back to see that the ship had been severed in half without a sound or destruction. A clean cut that did not cause destruction, only severance.
"Attack him!" shouted Spades with despair, hoping to reclaim his abilities before the ship sank with them. The pirates on board panicked as they rushed about, throwing ropes to keep the ship together, but it was futile. The waves were harsher than their wounded ship could handle.
Crossbows fired at the figure who appeared on the other side, their bolts aiming to strike him down. They disintegrated to nothing in an instant as the figure stared at them. No, it did not stare at them. There was only one target for his hunt.
"Deluge!" roared the figure as black lightning shot from his body. Before any of them could react, he appeared in front of their lord, whose face did not betray confidence. Not even he could handle the current enemy, which Spades realized to be Arthur Netherborne.
Arthur let go of his weapon and it disappeared, seizing Eros by the hands and kicking him in the gut. Eros vomited blood as he shot backward like a kite, slamming into several pirates with torn limbs. Wrath threw the arms it tore apart on the ground, and one of them landed next to Spades.
The entire sequence of events happened in less than an instant. Not even a minute had passed since the eclipse appeared, and the enemy was already here, tearing them apart. What kind of strength was this? How could he tear through their lord's flesh as if he was made of butter?
But the questions would forever be just questions. There was no explaining what was happening, but the realization dawned like pouring rain on the pirate. His lord would die if he stood by and did nothing.
Deluge rolled on the deck with unstoppable force before he slammed into the railing. His body went limp as blood covered the entire ship. But the next instant, he rose again with new wounds, using the immeasurable life essence he stole from others.
"Bastard! How could you wield this much wrath?! It should be impossible! Incomprehensible!" roared Eros with rage and confusion, but the black figure was already inches from his face. He slammed his knee into their lord's face, destroying his face and teeth. Then, he grabbed his head and brought it to the ground.
Hearts rushed forward to protect him, using his bloodline abilities to attack the assailant. Arthur Netherborne smacked him so hard that he left the ship in the next instant. No one could see where he headed or how far he flew, but it happened so fast that the rest of them stood paralyzed with fear.
Arthur raised his foot, the black armor swirling with wrath, and stomped on Lord Eros. His head shattered as blood flew everywhere, but Arthur was not satisfied yet. He stomped again, and again, until half of their worshiped lord's body was buried in a mess of wood and steel.
'He can recover,' thought Spades, more hopeful than confident. 'But how could we defeat this… thing? I can't even call him a monster. This is a damn calamity.'
In the face of the sin of wrath, lust seemed to be an ant. Lord Eros never had fighting powers to begin with, but he was stronger than any of them, a god in his own right. But facing Arthur Netherborne was like throwing an egg at a rock. Their lord literally looked like a shattered egg at the moment.
"Tackle him at the same time! Never let go!" shouted Spades as he gathered his wits. The remaining forty-nine pirates rushed at the same time, grabbing onto Arthur. A flick here and there, and they became forty-seven. Spades pulled his lord out, relieved to see his body healing. It took a few seconds until he returned to normal, but Arthur had already killed half of the Suits.