CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 151: END

The pirates who had been blocking the way were all slain by Jack’s maneuvers, their strength becoming part of his.

This allowed the Knights besieging the flagship to quickly swarm aboard, converging on Jack.

The Knight wielding the Sword of Love raised his weapon—now a brilliant Light Blade—and brought it down on Jack’s blood-red Flame Shield.

It shattered the Flame Shield instantly, and the Knight pressed his attack against Jack.

Even having absorbed all the power of the pirates under his command, Jack was still forced back step by step by the Church Knight wielding the Sword of Love.

In a direct confrontation, the Treasure Jack wielded was still no match for one with such potent offensive attributes.

Not to mention, the Knight before him was clearly far more powerful.

Jack could only defend desperately, trying to buy some time.

The commotion from the battle between the two Treasure-wielders was so immense that the deck had already begun to show various signs of damage.

And in the space where the two fought, there was no room for anyone else to interfere.

Even those who drew near could only watch from the sidelines.

"Captain!"

From the figurehead at the bow behind Jack, the old man suddenly shouted.

Upon hearing this voice, Jack gathered Magic Power in his hand. With a sweeping motion, a Spell unleashed violent shockwaves, coalescing with blood-red flames to generate a powerful repulsive force.

The sheer volume of concentrated Magic Power surged forth in an instant.

It blasted back all the surrounding enemies, along with the Knight wielding the Holy Sword, sending them flying a considerable distance.

Seizing this chance, Jack picked up Alka’s corpse and with a backward leap, landed on the ship’s figurehead at the bow.

The old man had been waiting on the figurehead for some time. Seeing his captain land, he gripped the Scepter with both hands and struck it hard against the statue beneath his feet.

The wolf-headed figurehead immediately sprang to life, lunging forward fiercely.

This wolf-headed figurehead wasn’t merely a head; its entire body had been concealed within the ship.

Once activated, it began to charge forward.

Its limbs emitted faint ripples as it pawed at the air, treating the sky as solid ground, and began to gallop.

In an instant, it broke free from the encirclement, soaring through the sky.

Jack had planned this escape route long ago and had been preparing for this moment.

Seeing his prey about to escape, the Knight wielding the Sword of Love charged forward and leaped high into the air.

He brought his sword slashing down towards Jack’s neck.

Jack raised his arm to block. The blade hacked through the Armor formed by the blood-red flames and bit into his flesh.

Jack had already placed Alka’s corpse on the wolf’s back.

Seeing the blade embedded deep in his shoulder, Jack knew he couldn’t hesitate any longer.

His free right hand, wreathed in blood-red flames, shot out to fiercely grip the descending blade. Jack steeled himself.

Risking his left arm being hacked off, he released his grip on the blade with his right hand and slammed a punch into the Knight’s shoulder.

The punch sent the Knight wielding the Holy Sword tumbling from the wolf’s back. In exchange, however, Jack’s entire right arm was severed at the root. It thudded onto the wolf’s back before sliding off into the seawater below.

Watching the Holy Sword Knight plummet into the sea, a pained yet wild smile spread across Jack’s face.

He wouldn’t be using this body for much longer anyway. A lost arm was just a lost arm.

With his arm severed, the blood-red flames enveloping his body began to recede, the forcibly extracted Life Energy already dissipating.

The gathered power was only temporary, after all, not the primary function of this Treasure.

Below, countless Church Knights watched Jack and the old man in the sky, firing volley after volley of ammunition upwards. It was futile; they could only watch as Jack, carrying Alka’s corpse, rode the air-striding giant wolf further and further away.

It appeared as if he had truly managed to escape. But, of course, that was impossible.

When the blood-red flames finally subsided, Alka, who had been lying on the wolf’s back like a corpse, suddenly opened his eyes.

The old man steering the giant wolf nearby was the first to notice. Just as he was about to cry out a warning...

The doll at Alka’s waist, long since prepared, leaped agilely before the old man. Wielding a blade like a long needle, it plunged it into his one remaining good eye.

"Shut your mouth, don’t disturb Alka."

At that exact moment, a torrent of pink mist erupted madly from Alka’s back, swirling towards Jack and the now one-eyed old man, enveloping them.

Jack, reeling from the pain in his shoulder and the lingering aftereffects of using the flag to gather power, sat panting heavily.

His sudden mental relaxation left him in a daze; in that instant, he was incapable of any reaction.

Seizing this opportunity, Sifus—who had lain dormant for so long, concealing his Soul Power—instantly began to battle Jack for control of the body.

Already dazed, battle-weary, and grievously wounded, how could Jack possibly contend with the long-prepared Sifus?

The defenses Jack had previously established were no longer sufficient to hold Sifus back.

In a flash, Sifus seized control of the body.

Meanwhile, the pink mist erupting from Alka enveloped them both.

The old man, who had just been plunged into the Dream Realm, was jolted awake by the searing pain in his eye. But as he regained consciousness, he saw two dark gun barrels, side by side, pressed right before his face.

The trigger clicked. A muffled BANG echoed.

The final bullet stored within the Locking Device blasted forth.