CHAPTER 444: CHAPTER 410 INTEREST (4000 WORDS)_2

Noticing the commotion in the port, Vid, who had temporarily stopped, asked with some confusion:

"Who are these people? The colony cooperates with Ilya to blockade the port, but it seems that those who came are not the kingdom’s soldiers of Ilya, right? And even the ’Storm Horn’ is not spared?"

Olivia, who was beside him, had her heart in her throat.

Even among just this group of ghouls, there were at least three equivalent to human Tier 2 Transcendents. Even if she gave it her all, she might not be able to eliminate them in a short time.

And in the other group of ghouls, there was a "young man" of an unknown actual age, who could very well be a formidable entity that even her current self could not resist directly.

Just then, she suddenly heard a voice coming from below that she least wanted to hear.

"Report, I found...."

Standing on the gangway beside the "Storm Horn," a ghoul suddenly spoke, its voice low and hoarse, as if mixed with fine shards of ice.

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

Amid intense heartbeats.

Olivia had already navigated the spiritual radiance into her bracelet, preparing to take out all at once the combat gemstones she had slowly accumulated and hurl them at them.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

At that moment, a group of five people strode over from the end of the gangway.

Leading the group was a man in a general’s uniform, pressing his gilded command saber, with his brows furrowed as if encountering some trouble, followed by First Mate Boris and Chief Navigator Milan who had disembarked with him, and finally two young men dressed as hunters with deerskin coats and firearms strapped to their backs.

Although Aiven strode forward, he seemed to be deep in thought until he came near the "Storm Horn" and only then noticed the uninvited guests, the group of ghouls, standing beside him.

He paused slightly.

"Hmm? Ghouls?"

On the other hand, unlike Aiven’s peculiarity, as he approached step by step, these dark creatures seemed to be on high alert!

Especially as they faintly sensed the thunderous and majestic force field emanating from him, the cold aura shrouding the ghouls unwittingly bristled like a porcupine facing danger.

Each hunched down with their limbs on the ground, baring white fangs, their complexion turning from pale to iron blue, clearly adopting an offensive stance after being provoked.

Awoo -! Awoo -!....

From their mouths came a succession of cries, like those of babies, both sobbing and laughing at once, like a pack of hyenas racing across a savanna.

"Quite a coincidence."

For the time being, Aiven set aside his concerns over the unexpected situations in Kajinia, a glimmer of coldness in his eyes. Just a couple of days ago, he had glimpsed the shadows of these creatures in Hawkins’ memory, and now he coincidentally encountered them.

The Knight’s external power and life magnetic field were so ostentatious that his strength was almost entirely undisguised, but evidently, Aiven, the Branded Swordsman, who could perfectly control his magnetic field, was not among them.

After breaking through for such a long time, not even the most perceptive Milan beside him knew he had completed a Tier 3 breakthrough.

Yet these dark creatures with special senses had a slight inkling, though only a hint, as they definitely wouldn’t have dared assume such a posture against a Tier 3 Transcendent otherwise.

In this tense atmosphere.

"Brigadier General, please don’t get us wrong, we are merely ordered to hunt down fugitives. These are the kingdom’s special security forces, and not meant to offend..."

The Ilya officer, who understood the rules of human society better, noticed Aiven’s general’s uniform, took a step forward, and wanted to cautiously ease the tension.

Though unaware of what suddenly provoked these "Cyan Skin Ghosts," sending them into human cities along with these Otherworldly Beings was a precautionary measure.

However.

Aiven cast a gentle glance at the officer, his sharp gaze, like a sword, stopping further words from coming out.

He then turned toward the ghouls already poised for attack, noticing the conspicuous white egret emblem on their uniformly styled hooded robes.

"Ilya’s security relies on a group of ghouls? Whose orders are you following?

While I do not discriminate against Otherworldly Beings, attempting to attack a kingdom officer..."

Clang —

An arc of white lightning flashed by as the gilded command saber slid back into its sheath.

Aiven then walked straight ahead, through the group of ghouls, and climbed the gangway of the Storm Horn.

Leaving behind a faint remark:

"For now, take some interest; if you have the guts, let Wright come to me personally!"

Behind him.

The ten ghouls, whether Tier 2 or Tier 1, were indistinguishable, a red mark slowly appearing on their necks.

Pft —

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

With blue blood spurting out, iron blue heads resembling both hyenas and humans toppled onto the gangway one by one.

Tap... Tap... Tap...

Climbing onto the deck of the "Storm Horn," Aiven saw the crew already standing in formation upon hearing the commotion, ready and prepared.

Nonchalant, as if just completing a trivial task.

Aiven nodded slightly to the only unfamiliar face among them, a Little Fatty, and issued orders to the crew amidst the other’s admiring gaze:

"Set sail! Return to Kajinia immediately; there’s a mission, urgent military situation."

"Yes, sir!"

By this time, the personnel on the "Storm Horn" were fully replenished, with ample hands for each position; upon receiving the order, the crew quickly sprang into action.

As for the blockade order? They didn’t care at all.

In the New Continent, as Aiven’s direct subordinates, they were one of the highest violent enforcers of the law!

Didn’t those two Ilya officers fail to utter a word after witnessing a group of ghouls being decapitated?

Even the stationed port Navy officers, watching the warship slowly leaving the port, could do nothing but line up and salute.

However, at that moment.

Another group of ghouls emerged from the alley where Olivia had just changed her attire.

For besides the dock, it was her longest-staying location, leaving the most traces.

However, upon seeing the carnage on the gangway, they could no longer care about any pink diamond "Artemis."

"Awoo—!"

With a mournful howl, the man-eating creatures, led by a white-haired youth with eyes emitting an icy blue light, charged swiftly forward.

Daring to kill their companions, no matter who you are, no matter your identity or reasons, death is certain!

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!...

Facing the now-sailing warship.

The reluctant ghouls turned into streaks of shadows dashing along the gangway, using their limbs to pounce at the "Storm Horn," just ten meters away from the berth.

Perhaps they had grown accustomed to their tyranny in the Ilya Kingdom, unaware that such an assault on the warship of a senior naval officer of another country was a grave provocation to Phaletis!

Thus, they followed the footsteps of their companions collectively.

Standing on the poop deck, Aiven took out his Alchemy Firearm.

"Thorned Gold Rose·Rapid Fire Mode!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

A series of red flames streaked out, annihilating the leaping ghouls in mid-air, even the "White Shark Skuk," which had surpassed Tier 2 Peak, couldn’t withstand a single shot, let alone them?

Finally.

Only the white-haired youth, nearly at Tier 2 Peak and sensing the situation was unfavorable, escaped into the sea under the cover of his companions, avoiding the catastrophe.

However, he fled directly from the seabed, no longer daring to return to shore or to reunite with the Ilya Kingdom’s officers.

"Tsk tsk, the rate of fire is still not good enough, missed one."

Though a bit regrettable, he was no longer concerned with small fry; for him now, even the strongest Tier 2 was no match.

Then Aiven noticed the glowing eyes of the Little Fatty just boarded and fixated on the "Thorned Gold Rose," clearly another gun enthusiast.

However, Aiven had no habit of lending his treasures to strangers, so he put it away directly.

A small ripple entirely quelled.

In the slightly disappointed gaze of the Little Fatty, Aiven waved at him:

"Warrant Officer Roddy, welcome aboard the ’Storm Horn,’ come to the captain’s cabin with me."