I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Judy, ask two people to send Betty back. Our counterattack is about to begin." Barry braced himself, and with the help of his companions, he broke out of the iron net. With his eyes fixed on Sith, he waited. This moment has been a long time coming.

"Yes."

Judy responded, with a fire called anger burning in her chest, and gestured behind her.

"McCann, send Betty back, Will, the torrent of steel!"

"clear."

After the words fell, the torrent of steel made of human bodies was as strong as ever, moving forward inexorably, heading straight towards the Sith.

On the other side, two snipers who were retreating towards the periphery of the ruins got together at some point. They stopped and looked up at the sky.

"The sky has changed. Let's go back quickly. Barry needs us."

The two of them looked at each other, then rushed toward the battlefield with sniper rifles on their backs.

Everything seems to be developing in a direction that is beneficial to the elite class.

……

boom!

The thunder was rolling, the wind was howling, and the cold ice rain was pouring down from the sky. Sith squinted his eyes, with a faint smile on his face from beginning to end.

Holding the knife in his right hand, he turned the blade in his hand and rushed towards the torrent made of human flesh. The black flame behind him was like a huge cloak, constantly extinguished and then reborn in the ****.

The corner of his mouth raised,

"Six people are one. It's not easy for you to train the iron block to this point. It's just a pity that you are not alone after all. As long as the power is not united, you will always have flaws."

Sith dodged and slashed seven times in front of the torrent. The swift sword light directly collided with Will's torrent.

Bang!

The sword light exploded in front of Will. The Sith's power was astonishing. He swung the sword and struck horizontally, forcing the torrent back.

"I told you, you are not enough."

"Sith!"

Will and the other six's eyes turned red, their iron arms rested on the knife, and veins popped out on their foreheads. Their bodies seemed to be a little out of sync. Will's strength was slightly stronger than the others. In order to block the Sith, They had used all their strength, but because of this, there was only a slight flaw in their combined attack.

Sith licked his lips, his domineering aura had been aroused to the extreme.

"cut!"

Seizing the opportunity, his body merged into the darkness again, and he jumped up. The space around him was distorted by shadows, and black flames spread all over his body.

Immediately afterwards, his body refracted several times in the air like lightning, condensing into six phantoms, faintly surrounding them. The long knife was swung out in an instant, the knife came out like a dragon, and the six sword lights slashed forward.

clang!

When the sword light connected with the body, it made a buzzing sound like metal collision. The air around seemed to tremble. The rainwater hanging from the sky was directly evaporated into water vapor. For a while, white mist filled the air. .

The energy belonging to Will and the others disappeared.

After the smoke dissipated, Sith stepped on Will's body. He met Barry's eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum changed again.

"So, do you still think you can surround and kill me?"

Barry's expression froze on his face, it was too fast, everything happened so fast, so fast that they had no mental preparation at all. Ever since they formed a group, they were unable to fight back like this. This was the first time I was defeated head-on.

Their hands were shaking, and they had doubts about the direction they had always believed in.

"Huh~" Barry let out a long breath, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of madness, and he shouted loudly, "We haven't lost yet, we still have so many people, and we still have Hailou Stone." Bullet, we are elites selected from thousands of people, we will never be defeated so easily, charge me, there is still a chance."

Barry held the long knife in his hand tightly, and he was the first to rush out. There was a thin layer of domineering attached to the knife, and the wounds extending from his chest to his neck made his whole person look a little tragic.

Sith sneered, when had he ever shown mercy to his enemies?

Even if Barry and the others are not real enemies, as long as they stand on his opposite side, the conditions have been met.

"Barry, I sympathize with you and like your theory very much, but I have to say that your path has gone astray. In this crazy world, the power of an individual is sometimes more powerful than the power of an entire army."

The surrounding darkness twisted.

A long, cold knife plunged straight into his lower abdomen, and the fighting instinct he had developed over a long period of time caused him to slash underneath him unconsciously.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Sith had already drawn his long knife, jumped behind him, and hit him with an elbow on the back of his neck.

Falling to the ground, blood gushed out in large swaths, and Barry lost consciousness.

Sisi looked at the people in front of him with indifferent eyes, with a habitual smile on his face.

"So what do you want to do? Move forward? Or throw away the weapons in your hands?"

Their whole bodies were trembling. After Quint, Ellen, Betty, Will... they finally lost their commander, as if they had lost their own souls.

"What are you afraid of?" Judy yelled with red eyes, holding the handle of the knife tightly, with a look of loneliness and sadness on her face, "I should have known better, you are just a group of cowards who are used to relying on you. Barry, without Will and the others, you are nothing, you can't even swing a knife forward, you might as well go back to the world and retire as soon as possible."

Judy had a ferocious face. She was different. This was what she told herself from the first day she entered the camp. But she never thought that she would be so fragile, so fragile that she could only look at her best friends one by one. Falling down, but unable to do anything, but at least, she can accompany them to failure.

"Major Sith, take the move, Sword Power Wandering Dragon!"

With determination in his eyes, Judy's knife came in the blink of an eye, the air was trembling, the killing intent was gathering bit by bit, and the aura on his body changed completely.

Sith's expression remained the same, but people who knew him well knew that his attitude was much more serious than before. He held the sword in both hands and planned to fight back head-on. This was a sign of respect for the swordsman.

The black air wave hung upside down, and there was no suspense about the outcome. Judy was knocked away, hit the wall hard, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Stab it!

Suddenly, there was a slight wound on Sith's cheek, and sparse crystal blood seeped out from it. This seemed to be the first time the elite class had injured his body.

He stroked the wound with his left hand and smiled. This time he was serious. He finally met someone who could arouse his interest in fighting. Although he was still very immature, he was overly respected by this group of people. In an elite class with group strength, this is already considered to be no easy feat.

He wanted to ask Zefa if this girl had any plans. If not, then he was poaching her on behalf of the United Forces.