Volume 7 - Chapter 526: Scarface Harry?

Chapter 526: Scarface Harry?

Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

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All attention was gathered onto Blacksail after Ammand’s statement! Everyone watched as Blacksail bluntly trampled past two pirates in front of him, as he rushed straight for Prince!

After Blacksail had acquired the ‘Boots of Speed’, his figure zipped with unmatched speed that normal pirates utterly could not hinder. Yet faced with imminent danger, Prince boldly left his back unguarded against him.

However, an insidious trace flashed in Blacksail’s eyes. His speed unexpectedly expedited, hauling along a stretched afterimage behind him. A black cutlass thrusted forward like a malicious serpent, as it pierced straight into Prince’s back!!!

Before this, Prince had been tangled up with dodging the berserking chops of surrounding Hill Maiden pirates, while simultaneously watching over Fenli, whose strength was vastly inferior to his.

Naturally, he was fully occupied to be watching over his back. How would he have known, the man hailed personally by Ammand as ‘a fellow insider’, would actually raise his sword against him in this split second!

Although he sensed an impending chill brewing against his back, Prince was simultaneously dealing with the incoming chops of two broadswords before him. Nevertheless, Prince was wearing an enchanted cowhide armour with relatively remarkable defence. Thus, he chose to forcefully endure Blacksail’s thrusting cutlass.

However, the facts immediately revealed the error of his judgement. Allowing the chop from two ordinary pirates may not result in a fatality. Instead, Blacksail’s stabbing cutlass would surely be a fatality! Besides, Blacksail had been scheming this for far too long.

"You!!" When Blacksail pierced in with his cutlass like a venomous serpent, Prince flared furiously with his eyes bulging widely. He felt not the slightest pain from the area he was stabbed. On the contrary, from the skin inwards into his viscera, a strange unfathomable itch erupted; as though his blood was infested with leeches that were squirming rapaciously within his veins!

Prince roared miserably as he swung his saber backwards, but struck against the empty air.

Blacksail had already retracted his cutlass with lightning speed, leaving an arc of blood trailing his retracting cutlass.

Experiencing fits of darkening in his vision, Prince roared abruptly towards the sky. His clothes suddenly ripped apart as he raised both hands towards the sky.

While executing this move, his entire body became totally unguarded, allowing the other pirates to exploit this opening. In that instance, two additional broadswords and four bullets drilled deep into Prince’s body.

Yet at this moment, a glow shockingly beamed out from Prince’s hands. The glow revolved and coiled upwards, transforming into a splendorous ancient scroll that permeated the whole place. On the cover of this ancient book of scrolls, was astonishingly the word ‘Quran’.

The book exploded open with a loud bang, where blinding rays and energy diffused evenly into the atmosphere! Concurrently, the entire ship was rocking violently, and even 7-8 battling pirates had lost their balance and fell overboard into the billowing waters.

Instead, the few pirates surrounding Prince screamed pathetically as blood trickled down their eyes. They clutched their heads and toppled to the ground before rolling around agonizingly.

After unleashing this blow, Prince fell dispiritedly to the ground, his eyes appeared lifeless as he twitched incessantly; appearing as if he was on the brink of death.

At this moment, Blacksail once again drew in like a demonic phantom, penetrating his cutlass through prince’s throat and nailing him against the deck!

Witnessing this scene play out, Ammand roar furiously; a roar that could shudder the hearts of the pirates.

"Ye traitor!"

Blacksail ignored him as he continued to participate in the fight, even thrusting and cutting down two of Prince’s subordinates while Ammand was roaring.

At present, Blacksail didn’t need to explain himself at all. Under such circumstances, words and explanations were mere vanities, while tangible actions mattered most.

With every thrust he made, Blacksail demonstrated his devotion to Sheyan, and him cutting down Prince had similarly severed the possibility of him attempting to hurt his own side to gain Sheyan’s confidence. Moreover, after consecutively cutting down several others, he had truly expressed his complete rebellion against Ammand; landing himself within the land of no return, where either he or Ammand would die.

Despite slaying the mole, the situation remained gradually skewed towards Ammand’s side. Besides he had occupied the first mover’s superiority, and had been long prepared for this battle. Reef glanced towards Sheyan, his eyes containing an intention of inquisitiveness.

Because while Reef continued idling, the gangplank faced with the most intensified battling was now appearing as if their defence was on the verge of crumbling.

Those curved damascus saber wielding pirates with ‘Qurans’ hidden in their chest were practically unafraid of death. Furthermore, their quantity was vastly overwhelming. With every advancing step, the Hill Maiden pirates retreated a step. Once they invaded the main deck and display their overwhelming dominance in quantity, this hopeless situation would become impossible to overturn.

Sheyan gently nodded.

Instantaneously, Reef pounced in like a tiger against goats. Upon his arrival, he immediately stabilized the situation.

One must understand, Reef’s ‘Shattering Cardiac Roar’ was truly an MVP ability during such chaotic battles. It had an amazing controlling ability that could affect an entire area, where its duration lasted pretty long. Furthermore, its damage was also pretty outstanding.

After roaring out, those islamic pirates appeared like drunkards as they staggered about. The Hill Maiden pirates would obviously not remain courteous, as they lifted their broadswords and hacked haphazardly.

The area where Reef emerged instantly became the forefront tip of the arrow. Those islamic pirates who had originally occupied the advantage wasn completely unsuited against Reef’s fighting style, as they successively fell overboard into the sea like dumplings.

As they observed the state of battle being equalized, Sheyan’s pirates soared with morale.

All of a sudden....the entire frame of the ship, even the entire surface of the sea, started to tremor slightly. Within the darkness behind Ammand, a cabin door slowly opened outwards.

Then, a pair of serene and abstruse green glows shone in the darkness, before gently making their way forward.

A bald man, tall and robust looking.

The pair of green glows were his eyes.

This man was exceptionally sturdy, as though he had gorged himself full on an endless supply of energy.

Observing this bald male, he resembled a bear who had the cunning eyes of a wolf.

The illumination of the repetitive flickering of flames coated his skin with a shade of archaic bronze, where his surface veins appeared like indescribable bulks of tattoos. He was clothed in a set shirt and pants that were hastily woven with animal hide, where his bulging muscles were incredibly defined; as though his shirt was about to be ripped apart. His height minimally exceeded 190 cm, while his head was slightly drooped; yet his eyes contained a pair of persevering dedication!

Of course, it also contained fury.

With a husky voice, he asked.

"Ammand, the target has appeared?"

Though his voice was gently low, it conjured a ripple of grim dread across the slaughtering clamours of the battlefield!

By now, Sheyan could already fathom the features of this male. He immediately heaved a chilling breath of air as his eyes revealed a gaze of disbelief.

"How could that be Scarface Harry? No, not possible, it definitely isn’t him!"

Indeed, according to Sheyan, Scarface Harry was an individual that had been analyzed from head to toe by him; most of his detailed characteristics was still remembered deep in Sheyan’s heart.

As he viewed this viking male who closely resembled Scarface Harry, Sheyan realized even his exterior seemed to be a meticulous replica of Harry. Scarface Harry was like an anchor that had settled over the seabed for countless years, that distinctive impression he emanated wasn’t one that could be simply imitated.

"You are that Seaman?" The husky voice continued sounding out.

He wrapped his pair of solid, rough and bulging arms across his chest as he stared at Sheyan.

"You murdered my big brother with your despicable methods and plundered the sacred Black Obsidian Fossil Anchor of our Asgarda tribe. Based on these, you deserve death!!"

Ammand urged him earnestly.

"Go, Harold, retrieve this vengeance for your brother, Harmed. That year when Harry abscised himself from your tribe, he swore an oath to eternally forsake the Asgarda tribe and even the name, Harmed! Yet I always knew, he longed deeply for his kin and his tribe. I do not know what led him to abandoning the tribe, but his deep constant longing for your tribe was something vivid to him…..even till the final moments of his life!"

Sheyan suddenly raised his eyes straight into the eyes of Ammand.

"O noble Son of the Black Sea, you are truly turning more and more prudent. Your hatred for me must be the highest amongst all. Even in this state, you wish to use others to test my might first?"

Ammand coldly replied.

"Phrase your words whatsoever, I no longer have the need to listen to them, not even a single word! Ye be akin to a serpent, the vowels you spew akin to venomous saliva!"

The mighty Harold was adorned with a black steel vest and chained gloves. Of course, the most striking feature was a cowhorn iron helmet on his head. Noteworthily, the pair of iron horns on his helmet was coiled forward. After he concluded his adornment of armours, he emitted an awe-inspiring aura of steel from within, yet filled with vigor of a ferocious lion. There wasn’t even a tinge of cumbersome in the impression he released.

Upon Harold’s command, another seven herculean viking warriors marched out from his back.

Those warriors were all taller than two metres, and issued unfathomable dignity just by standing motionlessly. As they roared unanimously, they brandished weapons in their hands; dual-handed greatswords, sledgehammers, halberds and so on.

One could anticipate that once those seven vikings entered the naval boarding forray, they would conjure up a torrential bloodbath! Just relying on Reef’s current capabilities, he would definitely be incapable of withstanding the absolute onslaught of those seven vikings.

Ammand’s face exposed a sneer of craftiness.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Meanwhile, Harold had strided largely towards the bow of the enemy’s ship as he raised his dual-handed great sword. Pointing it towards Sheyan, he snarled.

"You dare to plot ruthlessly against Harmed, then have the guts to tell me the whereabouts of his corpse!"