Today’s business was of utmost importance.
Doringger, seeing such a large display of force in the nearby sea, as Boss of Heaven Port, how could he not have a reaction?
The swagger of the East Sea King was not one to just wait for death.
He was definitely also deploying forces at this ti.
Professional matters should be left to the professionals.
Under the strategic command provided by Professor Fen from Pedan National Arcane Academy,
Forty thousand Golden Dragons.
A fortune was spent, in exchange for no reinforcents for Doringger in the territorial waters of Heaven Port.
However, as one fades and another grows, with no more funds to disperse, Qi Liwenkui and those pirate rcenaries ultimately couldn’t hold out.
But with the Sea God stationed at Anchor Bay, even if there were reinforcents, they could be suppressed.
The siege, both possible and impossible.
As the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman gains—dragging it out too long, both parties end up hard, and outsiders swarm in. If official forces enter the fray again, even the Sea God could not withstand it, returning to the chaotic state of the East Sea more than ten years ago, just after the Emperor had withdrawn his troops.
It couldn’t drag on for too long.
Even better to aim for a quick battle and a quick decision today.
"You two... No problems, right?"
Fen couldn’t help but ask Izumi and Mo Yutong; the forr was alright, but the latter was quite refined and might be afraid when it ca down to close combat.
Mo Yutong expressed no problem, her psychological quality was far higher than Fen had imagined.
The Netherworld Stele would be used against Doringger, a fatal blow. After all, his reputation was sowhat exaggerated and he had to be accorded the highest respect.
All troops were to be imdiately ford into units, facilitating ease of deploynt and command.
The first group.
Led by Claude, the core pirates of Black Sail, as well as Mad Tiger and Fish Seller Fei’s subordinates, with recently expanded mbers.
The second group.
Wolman brought the Sub-dragon people’s army, many a soldier infused with a fighting spirit for restoration.
The third group.
The troops under shareholder Taylor.
The fourth group.
Another contraband leader, shareholder Plank’s subordinates.
The fifth group.
Led by the scar-faced woman, from the South Wetlands Park forces—she too wanted a piece of the action, two hundred Golden Dragons wasn’t enough to solve the troubles caused by Liszt.
The sixth group.
Pre-shareholder, the Cangshan Tobacco Company.
The seventh group.
Ban, the current leader of the Seventh Andnt’s beloved nephew, along with his subordinates.
The eighth group...
Divided into twelve large groups for dispatch.
Now, their might was awe-inspiring, with a vast reach that could bind a Dragon.
Fen was stationed on the Sea God, ready to use the Magic Ship Cannons to blast Doringger directly out of his castle.
All that was left was to sweep up all those people. That was it.
This battle could cause extensive destruction to the urban area, but now was not the ti to consider reconstruction.
The current situation was entirely one of overwhelming combat.
Strike while the iron is hot, for it will weaken with each delay and exhaust after thrice.
It was entirely possible to achieve a massive victory and advance triumphantly.
All combat personnel were to launch a full-scale attack; civilian personnel should just stay out of it and honestly remain aboard the ships near the coast.
Fuma Keqing, Captain of Black Sail Trading Company’s ship, founder of the train heist, Great Sage and Master, the OG among the OGs of the Northern Prison.
The Boss among leaders.
Brother Li, I’ll take you flying.
The scorching sun blazed down.
As if the sll of blood awoke Heaven Port, igniting excitent in this cold fairyland at the edge of the world.
In an instant, the wind stirred up the sands, and the raging sea roared with billows.
This place always awaited slaughter, the countless restless madn who ca to gamble with their lives, dancing on the edge of life and death.
Treasures and fine wine, clashing blades steeped in blood.
Youth fades away, all turning to at and drink.
"Lord Dor... it’s gut-wrenching."
With Liszt’s command, they all set out toward the Inner City.
Apart from the core mbers of Black Sail leading the legions, and excluding Rein and Mika, who were temporarily unable to fight, there was also Fen—well, half of Fen you could say, as Fen sent a spiritual body—following Liszt, along with the scoundrels from the Seven Martial Seas, Caroso, and others.
And... Celeste.
Celeste claid she wanted to be a major shareholder, and with her level, as the person in charge of the Dragon Seeking Team this ti, she had the qualifications to persuade the higher-ups. The Demon, the Stele, had already beco no less formidable than the Dragons.
And potentially even Garscek.
Liszt’s team was responsible for roaming around, ready to strike wherever sothing was amiss, providing full support to heroes from all fronts, unleashing a massacre.
Today, they would have their fill of bloodshed, ensuring that those unworthy occupiers of high seats would fear even in their dreams.
The Twelfth Legion had already entered the Outer City with great pomp.
Those who were new to the area had long heard about the infamy of Heaven Port. This accursed place was indeed different—with its ghost town vibe, not a soul in sight except so junkies high on everlasting bliss refusing to evacuate.
The Outer City was completely a vision of post-apocalyptic wasteland punk, adorned with gaudy fluorite neon tubes.
Liszt’s team brought up the rear.
It was certain there would be cannons to greet them on the Doringger city walls. Don’t foolishly enter the Inner City and get pumled at the castle’s edge.
Upon reaching the outskirts of the Inner City, Liszt inford Fen’s spiritual body to let the real Fen issue the order to open fire.
The Second Legion.
"What a grand scene, these movents would probably even startle Murphys."
"What Murphys? Cut him down with one stroke. What’s there to talk about?"
The Sub-dragon people had picked up so peculiar catchphrases after hanging around for a few days.
Wolman was also filled with surging excitent.
"Old-tir, tell there’s sothing worth getting into."
Wolman addressed the White Scale Subdragons’ sorcerer.
"Let’s deal with the trouble in front of us first."
This sorcerer was a very serious man.
The Twelfth Legion.
An area where Ox and his entourage were.
Since Ox himself was of the reticent type, the people here generally didn’t like to talk much either. They were all the strong, silent types.
These rfolk knew that as long as they had the friend of the late war hero known as the Mirror Sea Sword King, there was nothing much to worry about. There was virtually no suspense.
The First Legion, the Third, the Fourth, Claude, Taylor, Plank’s forces were most familiar with the terrain of Heaven Port and were clearing the way at the front of the army.
Then, there was Liszt’s side.
Weber, clad in Super Heavy Armor and wielding a Big Anvil weighing over two hundred pounds, marched with the group without any sign of effort.
The most speechless among them was Gawain, who had been cajoled by Liszt into hijacking trains and assassinating the Boss. He had pulled off feats that were nothing short of miraculous.
But Gawain took it all very seriously. Once the Black Sail Trading Company had officially started, his no-account brother managed to snag a high-level position, got married, had children—his family finally had a future.
"You really are the big man now, eh?"
Archer looked at Liszt, who was on an unstoppable streak. No one in the East Sea was more daring than him; today, he truly planned to chop down the Boss.
"This isn’t about being the big man. The real might will co later, bursting through Doringger with a single punch, dominating Heaven Port. What’s there to talk about?"
Shadi understood Liszt was a man back from the dead; the Evil Curse Device that had once resided in his body—the Junlin Sword—had disappeared, totally rging with him.
The whole damn atmosphere around him had changed. Shit.
However, Archer, who was undergoing withdrawal from alcohol and pretending to be knowledgeable, liked to put on airs.
"Heh, nobody knows Heaven Port better than I do. Let’s make Heaven Port great again!"
Archer’s Great Curved Sword was itching to get into the fray.
Liszt admitted defeat; did they not understand it was ti to cut people down? However, it was the Seven Martial Seas, Caroso, and Celeste who put his mind at ease.
Haywood and Morison were also nearby.
Today.
Was the real showdown, a new! Heaven Port!
The Twelfth Legion had already reached the junction between the Outer and Inner Cities.
Liszt and his n also halted their advance, with Fen’s spiritual body with them, just waiting for Liszt’s command to fire.
Man plans, heaven decides.
The wind whipped up sand as the raging sea churned.
For ten years.
The most ruthless operation.
Liszt drew a deep breath.
"Charge!"
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