Magic Industrial Age

Everything happened so suddenly. The Persephone still had twenty or thirty pirates remaining.

They were initially somewhat at a loss, but when the old pirate issued commands, they seemed to find their target and attacked without hesitation.

These pirates were almost all barefoot, moving as if on solid ground on the swaying ship, their weapons mostly curved sabers and large axes.

They wore either sleeveless armor, revealing tanned, muscular arms, or tattered gentleman's suits, reeking of a strong, sour odor.

Before the fighting even started, the pungent smell was enough to make you dizzy!

Did you expect pirates to be clean?

Well, even if they wanted to be clean, they didn't have the means. At sea, fresh water is a precious commodity.

As for Maruna's side, they naturally wouldn't sit still and be captured. The Petunia Mercenary Group formed a battle line, resisting on the spot.

The most outstanding was the leader of the Petunia Mercenary Group, the great bow-wielding man. He quickly drew an arrow, nocked it, and shot...

Almost without aiming, he could fire an arrow every two or three breaths. At this close range, he was practically guaranteed to hit.

Some pirates leaped down from above, attacking with overhead strikes. The big man simply shook his hands, and two sections of bright, shiny blades popped out from the ends of his longbow.

Using the sharpness of the blades to block or slash, he practically made the bow dance, his attack methods varied, often taking lives with just a few moves.

Even the pirates who licked blood from their blades struggled to cope.

This rare Tier 2 Jungle class Archer Hunter was indeed quite strong, showing a brilliant performance.

However, his squad didn't have his skills. Although they formed a battle formation to meet the enemy, their formation appeared scattered, and they were being hacked and slashed, staggering.

They were used to fighting on land, where they could stand firmly and exert their full strength.

But on a ship, rising and falling, they were not as stable as the pirates. When they swung their weapons, they often lost their aim or couldn't muster enough force.

Before long, several people were injured, forcing the great bow-wielding man to provide ranged support.

The twin detectives were even more pathetic.

They excelled at tracking, investigating, and stealth assassinations, but direct combat was definitely not their forte.

They could only retreat constantly, using their hand crossbows to launch sneak attacks.

Their hand crossbows were actually high-quality, capable of firing in rapid succession. As long as they aimed and pulled the trigger, replacing the magazine was easy.

The problem was that this was at sea. The waves were choppy, the sea breeze howled, and at a slightly longer distance, their accuracy became a joke.

Once, they almost shot a member of the Petunia Mercenary Group, drawing angry glares.

So, after only a moment of fighting, their space was constantly compressed, and they began to retreat towards the captain's cabin.

Maruna and his children were protected in the center, entering the cabin first, but when the twin detectives were about to enter, Loya stopped them.

"What, what do you want to do? Are you looking for death?"

The older of the twin detectives looked agitated, raising his hand crossbow.

But the next second, his arm twisted, and the hand crossbow shattered into pieces under a tremendous force.

Loya retracted his hand, looked at Oliveira, and said, "Please, teacher, guard this place and command the sailors to get the ship moving."

Oliveira nodded slightly, uttering only one word: "Okay!"

At that moment, the younger of the twin detectives rushed over, helped up his brother, and looked up, wanting to shout and scold.

But Oliveira only glanced at them, just one glance, his gray eyes devoid of emotion, and the two froze in place.

Just then, a gunshot rang out, and in the rising smoke, a short, stocky shield warrior of the Petunia Mercenary Group fell backward.

He was the guardian of the Petunia Mercenary Group, carrying only a large fine iron shield taller than himself, standing in front of everyone.

But at this moment, a huge gap had been blasted open in the shield, and the short, stocky man was covered in shrapnel.

The great bow-wielding man reacted the fastest, almost instantly firing an arrow, which was blocked by a shield.

The semi-circular shield was made of wood wrapped in iron, far inferior to the shield warrior's iron shield, but the arrow only pierced the iron before being stopped.

A dark-skinned man moved the round shield, revealing a magic gunslinger with dirty dreadlocks behind him.

He grinned at the crowd, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, looking very arrogant.

His weapon was a typical first-generation magic energy firearm, the muzzle being a unique trumpet shape. The bullets needed to be loaded from the front and compressed with an iron rod.

Each reload was extremely troublesome, but he could directly replace the loaded magic energy firearm!

At his feet, a row of three magic energy firearms were lined up, and after he put down the one he had used, he immediately picked up the second one.

Behind him, there was a three-person team, who immediately began cleaning, loading, compressing, and so on after he put down the used magic energy firearm.

Judging by the smoothness of their actions, they were definitely 'well-trained'!

The yellow-toothed magic gunslinger didn't care about any of this. When he raised the second magic energy firearm, he pointed it directly at the great bow-wielding man.

The great bow-wielding man felt a chill and leaped behind the railing, but the magic gunslinger didn't fire. Instead, he slowly moved, aiming the gun at others.

Everyone dodged as his gun passed, as if they had seen their natural enemy.

In fact, not only the Petunia Mercenary Group but even the pirates avoided him.

Professional magic gunslingers were rare on the sea, but there were quite a few mages who studied black witchcraft and necromancy.

They might not be proficient in magic, but they still had magic power. As long as they got their hands on magic energy firearms and trained a little, they would have considerable ranged attack power.

This was the origin of most pirate magic gunslingers.

Seeing the reactions of the crowd, the yellow-toothed magic gunslinger was very pleased. He let out a seagull-like laugh, sharp and ear-piercing.

But just then, Loya slowly walked out.

He walked with ease, his head slightly raised, his right hand on the hilt of his sword, but he didn't draw his weapon.

He walked out from the crowd, and an invisible path opened up, like a brave man challenging a dragon.

This was naturally intolerable to the yellow-toothed magic gunslinger, so he moved the gun barrel, aimed, channeled magic power, and fired!

Instantly, the patterns on the surface of the magic energy firearm lit up, the fluorescence suddenly flashed, gathering on the magic crystal.

Then, the magic crystal flashed and went out, the gun fired, and with a 'bang', the bullet left the barrel.

The iteration of magic energy firearms mainly focused on optimizing the way bullets were loaded, the rapid-fire mode, the gun design, the ballistic stability, the ease of use, and so on.

The only thing that hadn't changed was the power of the bullets.

Even the most primitive magic energy firearms had a shocking amount of power, so there was no need to optimize it at all.

In fact, to make them easier to control, the subsequent second and third-generation magic energy firearms specifically weakened the expansion force of the magic energy.

In other words, although it was a first-generation magic energy firearm, its power was only stronger, not weaker.

But Loya was not the Loya he was before. His strength far exceeded what it was when he faced Vulture Black Jack.

A silver light suddenly lit up in the air, even in broad daylight, as if a curve had flashed, appearing and disappearing in an instant!

Clang!

The crisp sound of a collision traveled far, and Loya was still stepping forward, his breathing not even disturbed, let alone injured.

As for the bullet, it was embedded in the wooden hull of the ship, startling a pirate nearby.

This result was obviously unbelievable to the yellow-toothed magic gunslinger!

"No, impossible!"

He dropped the magic energy firearm in his hand and picked up the second one, but this time, before he could pull the trigger, Loya's figure had already darted out.

He naturally didn't walk in a straight line, but jumped between different obstacles, including the hull of the ship, ropes, and even pirates.

He was extremely fast, flashing past, and by the time the yellow-toothed magic gunslinger locked on to him, he had already reached the next position.

Sometimes, next to some pirates, he would lightly and skillfully deliver a sword, either slitting their throats or piercing their hearts, leaving only splattering blood and unseeing eyes.

Of course, these were just interludes. Loya's direction of advance was always towards the yellow-toothed magic gunslinger.

Watching the approaching figure, the yellow-toothed magic gunslinger's face was covered in sweat. He even stopped trying to aim and fired wildly, trying to scare off his opponent.

Unfortunately, although wood chips flew everywhere, he didn't catch Loya's figure.

Until a sword, a bright sword tip, pierced through the black man's iron shield, then through his heart, stopping in front of his eyes.

Drops of blood flowed down along the sword tip!

The yellow-toothed magic gunslinger had never felt death so close to him. The sword tip trembled, right in front of him, less than three inches away.

This completely broke his courage, and he roared, throwing away the magic energy firearm and turning to flee.

Unfortunately, those who lose courage in battle often die faster!

The sword light flashed, leaping around, lightly and skillfully reaping the lives of the pirates.

By the time Loya had finished everything, 'thump, thump' sounds came one after another, and pirates were falling all around, while below, the Petunia Mercenary Group and the pirates hadn't yet reacted.

Loya frowned at this scene and said, "What are you standing there for? Move!"

Then, the shouts of battle rose again, and this time, the Petunia Mercenary Group regained their confidence, charging forward fiercely and fearlessly.

On the other hand, the pirates no longer had any will to fight, jumping into the sea to escape one by one.

At this time, Oliveira had already directed the sailors on the ship to turn the rudder and rush towards Bird Droppings Island.

At this moment, the battle between the Bloody Mary and the naval warship finally reached its climax.

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