CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: THE FEAR DOMINATED BY THE SNIPER

Unfortunately, Laxini is not a Great Knight with unwavering willpower capable of altering reality. Physical strength ultimately has its limits and cannot be shifted by personal will.

Clang—

His numb palm couldn’t even immediately feel the long sword slipping from his grip, and Laxini staggered, almost falling.

The Lieutenant Colonel was heavily injured, his physical strength exhausted, and even his vision had become somewhat blurred, while his opponent had already raised a curved blade with a cruel smile.

"Is it about to end?"

Legend has it that before dying, a person’s entire life flashes before their eyes. Laxini seemed to see himself as a newborn baby, and then...

Bam—

The unusual sound of gunfire abruptly halted the playback that had just begun, and Laxini was surprised to find he hadn’t died!

He struggled to open his eyes, only to see blood-red all around him, and the smell of blood filled his nose and mouth.

"Whose blood is this...?"

After all, being an experienced Official Knight, without external interference, Laxini quickly regained his composure. He wiped the bloodstains off his face and struggled to stand up.

Once he stood up, he was astonished to find that the skinny pirate, who had pushed him to the brink, seemed to have been hit by a cannonball, with his chest and above completely vanished, leaving only half a corpse lying on the ground, blood pooled everywhere.

Tsk, tsk, such a brutal death is rare even given his extensive experience in battles.

Witnessing this scene, instead of feeling fear, he took a long breath of relief.

Bang! Bang! Bang!.....

The sound of gunfire was incessant in his ears, and pirates of the Apprentice Knight tier were falling one by one as the gunshots rang out.

"Sniper Musketeer?!!"

Having seen much, Laxini was instantly delighted. Could it be that reinforcements from the Kingdom have arrived?

There was no time to attend to the Lieutenant Colonel’s thoughts.

After Aiven dealt with the last Extraordinary level pirate on the ship, he no longer paid attention to that corner. Though Laxini was heavily injured, he was far from being something ordinary pirates could handle.

He then turned his gun toward the Apprentice tier pirates posing significant threats on the ship, targeting them one by one.

The pirates fell dead one after another before realizing what had happened, akin to livestock awaiting slaughter, unable to muster any resistance.

"Pirate scumbags, taste the terror of being dominated by a sniper! Hahaha..."

In war, the advancement of weapons equates to the efficiency of killing. In this moment, Aiven finally personally experienced this fact.

No need to consider how to wield the sword, no need to think about how to maneuver, no need to consider the opponent’s reactions; life and death are decided in an instant with a single shot.

This is the glory of Alchemy Creatures, and also the sorrow of Extraordinary individuals. Countless days and nights of training now don’t compare to one small bullet.

However.

Though in the "Data Visualization" one by one the enemy pirates highlighted in red were falling like weeds, Aiven did not immerse himself in the false joy of dominating others’ lives, his mind remained calm as water.

For he knew that from the moment this Alchemy Firearm was crafted, its power ceiling had already been set.

While now mowing down Low-tier Apprentices and even Official Knights like cutting grass, what about Official Knight Pea? What about Great Knights possessing Combat Qi, that Extraordinary Power?

An Alchemy Firearm, such an external tool can be used, but is not worth relying upon!

His path must be founded upon Extraordinary Knights and Wizards; the true power lies within oneself, which is the fundamental force for an Extraordinary’s continual metamorphosis.

The gunfire ceased!

In a short time of less than two minutes, Aiven had fired over a dozen rounds, sweeping away almost all Apprentice Knights and above pirates. The remaining ordinary pirates were each as silent as a chill, no longer carrying the initial arrogance of wanting to bloodbath the Silver Wings.

Aiven did not threaten the remaining pirates to kneel and surrender, because in the history of Phaletis, there has never been a precedent for pirates being pardoned after surrender.

Nonetheless, after his cleanup, the remaining ordinary pirates were no longer a concern; even if Milan was in his best condition, he could take care of them alone, albeit taking some time.

The crisis on the ship was finally temporarily alleviated.

With the "Thorned Gold Rose" slung on his back, Aiven climbed up the mast of the "Silver Wings" using a rope ladder, though the impact of his injuries on his body was undeniable, but he now must immediately confirm Uncle Gel’s status and provide support.

With the "Thorned Gold Rose" in his hand, despite heavy injuries, he qualified to intervene in Gel and Sku’s battle!

"There it is!"

Climbing the lookout post, Aiven searched for anomalies on the sea, using a scope, easily spotting the two’s whereabouts on the sea surface half a kilometer away.

In fact, given the battlefield situation over there, it’s hard to be unnoticed, with the two almost non-human beings sword-fighting, flames sparking, and powerful winds whistling, occasionally causing huge splashes, each comparable to cannon blasts.

Boom—

Boom—

Their combat states were even more marvelous.

Aiven found Gel running fast on the sea surface, yes, running!

Exceeding five times the strength of a mortal, without proportional weight gain, coupled with some technique, making the "skimming over water," usually existing only in ordinary people’s imagination, a reality.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!....

Gel’s legs moved rapidly; every step created a massive water bubble beneath him, lifting him up, even leaving a trail of snow-white waves behind him. Though not moving like walking on firm ground, the seawater only covered his lower legs.

Gel moved freely, but the ocean undoubtedly was even more of "White Shark" Sku’s domain. With obvious greater strength, Sku did not run "coolly" on the sea surface like Gel but remained hidden, constantly launching sneak attacks.

"Damn it!"

Aiven still remembered Milan explaining during intelligence analysis how Sku received a Mutated Curse, gaining the ability to breathe underwater.

Though he seemed less impressive on the surface, he didn’t have to expend as much energy as Gel, simply lying in wait until Gel fell into the sea.

Now Sku was evidently driving Uncle Gel further away from the ship. Possibly because he was always in a semi-crazed state, White Shark Sku had adapted to this ability, still maintaining reason even in a Frenzy state.

A fierce beast understanding to use strategy was truly a terrifying enemy.

In this state of running on the sea surface, Gel’s combat strength was reduced to roughly seventy percent. Against ordinary Extraordinary individuals, it wasn’t bad, like when fighting "Ship-Bound Spirit" One-Eyed Becky. But now, his opponent was the already frenzied "White Shark" Sku, even a small mistake might lead to his downfall.

This made Aiven’s heart burn with anxiety.

He knew Gel quite well in both physique and swordsmanship, Uncle Gel’s abilities were comprehensive, with no obvious weaknesses. But precisely because of this overly stable path, it was difficult for him to create miracles.

Especially in an absolute disadvantage like this, Uncle Gel was in danger!

Leaning against the mast behind him, Aiven gripped the "Alchemy Firearm" tightly, striving to regain composure.

He knew that against such a formidable enemy as White Shark Sku, the opportunity to strike might only arise once. If the attack failed, and his threat was realized, Sku might choose to kill him first, tearing him apart.

Thus, he needed to wait for a single killing strike opportunity, which required Uncle Gel’s cooperation to achieve.

"How can I notify Uncle Gel without alerting Sku?"

Just then, a wild albatross flew past Aiven.

In an instant, an idea flashed in Aiven’s mind.

Whistle—

The long whistle pierced the air.