Chapter 48: Flower Street: White Devil [VIP]

"Depend on!"

An axe came chopping down, Mung grabbed the crew member's arm with his backhand, twisted it off with a snap, and threw the man out!

The brutal blow, delivered effortlessly, stunned the entire crowd. The crew members temporarily fell into a deathly silence, with only the violent wind and waves still roaring wildly.

"Whoever dares to come here! This is what will happen!"

Munger put his hands on his hips, with the aura of a single man blocking the way for ten thousand.

Habier followed closely behind, grabbing a crew member he had killed in each hand, walked to the door, and threw the bodies back into the crowd that was so nervous that they could hardly breathe.

[Damn Aim! How dare you plot against us!]

Crash——

Thick lightning streaked across the dark sky, momentarily illuminating Habib's face.

The crew members exclaimed in surprise.

"This guy..."

"Barbarians! They are actually the Jungle Barbarians!"

"Who the hell are you!"

The captain screamed in terror.

After a brief moment of panic, the crew's eyes lit up and extremely cruel murderous intent appeared on their faces. As partners of the Black Earl, the moment they saw the barbarian warriors, they all remembered the bloody revenge of the jungle barbarians on the Black Earl Lewis, and pure fear and pure killing arose in their hearts.

(Kill them! Must kill them!)

(Only by killing them can we survive!)

At this moment, the storm suddenly became stronger again, and the ship swayed from side to side in the huge waves dozens of meters high.

"Kill them! Only by killing them will the storm end!"

"This is a test from the Sea God!"

"Go in and kill everyone!"

The captain shouted at the top of his lungs.

The crew members went crazy and rushed towards Habib and Monger with their weapons raised.

Seeing this, Suna rushed forward to provide support.

The three of them worked together to barely hold on to the narrow door.

but--

"This won't last long."

Lance looked at Xiao Yun: "Master, what should we do now?"

"Fight your way out! Fight your way out is the only way left!"

"What are we going to do after we break out? We can't control the entire ship with just a few of us!"

"Don't worry. I used divination before boarding the ship, and the hexagram shows that this voyage will be safe and sound."

"Then I will—"

"You're Lance! Lance! The Blue Lion!"

The second mate, with Lance's dagger against his throat, made a sound of disbelief.

Then, he fell into a state of despair and shock: "You are the Blue Lion! Then he, he, he could be——"

Squeak!

Blood flew out and the second mate's throat was cut by Lance.

Then, Lance drew his sword and protected Xiao Yun as they rushed towards the cabin which was now engulfed in a bloody battle.

"Fight! We have no choice now!"

"clear!"

After receiving Xiao Yun's order, Habia and Mung no longer restrained themselves. They raised their heavy swords in both hands and swept across the way like cutting melons and vegetables.

Lance and Suna, who are agile and versatile, are responsible for protecting Xiao Yun to prevent the crew members who were killed by Habib and Mung from attacking him relentlessly.

Faced with this unavoidable catastrophe, the crew members who had the upper hand not long ago and threatened to kill and rob were terrified. They fought and retreated, their eyes wide open as they watched the two giants' swords slash at themselves and their companions again and again, and they let out desperate roars unwilling to die!

"--ah!"

…

…

The gods are completely oblivious to the tragedies happening on earth.

As dawn arrives, the sun slowly rises along the coastal horizon, casting golden light over the dark blue sea that remains after the storm.

The sunlight illuminated the ship, presenting a miserable scene that was so tragic and bloody that it was difficult to describe it.

The deck was covered with blood and body parts, brains and internal organs were flowing everywhere, everyone's feet were wet and sticky, and broken bodies were lying all over the place soaked in blood.

However, in this horrific and bloody world, there exists a fairy-tale-like pure and beautiful face that should never appear in hell.

He was wearing a bard's clothes and was closely protected by four brave and invincible warriors covered in blood. His wet brown curly hair stuck to his fair face, which was exposed after the ashes were washed away. His handsome features shone brightly in the morning sun, which was extremely beautiful.

"this……"

All living people who saw this face were deeply shocked and froze in place, unable to believe that such sparkling beauty could exist in the world!

Immediately afterwards, crazy greed surged into my heart!

"If we can take this high-quality stuff to Kukuchia and present it to the city lord, we won't have to worry about the rest of our lives!"

"Let's charge together! Catch the beauty!"

"Force them all into the sea, and then pull the beauty out!"

…

"What now?!"

Lance asked Xiao Yun: "Where is the 'near miss' you saw in the divination before you set out?"

[Don't doubt the "Son of God"!]

Guess the shouting based on the tone.

Xiao Yun had also made up his mind at this point and said to everyone, "Three, two, one! Jump with me!"

"Jump into the sea?"

"right!"

As soon as the words fell,

Lance and others saw this,

Puff! Puff!

Water splashed everywhere.

"Want to jump into the sea and escape?"

The captain grinned and shouted, "Men! Show them—"

Suddenly, he stopped.

“Th-That’s——”

"Ship! The Mercenary King's ship! The White Devil!"

At this moment, everyone - no matter Xiao Yun, Lance, Mung and others who were soaking in the sea water, or the greedy crew members led by the captain who were sharpening their knives - all of them were as if they were under a spell and could not move, staring blankly at the luxurious fleet in the distance that was breaking through the huge waves and heading towards them with the flags of the hexagram and the goddess of death flying!

The leading ship was all snow-white, and the prow was decorated with a bust of the sea witch who was said to have fascinated the sea god. The peerless witch closed her devilish eyes that were connected to the dark abyss, her sparkling long hair flowed down on the wings transformed from her outstretched arms, and her quiet and beautiful face radiated a strange and sacred light.

"ah--"

"Quick! Hurry up and retract the sail to avoid it!"

"Turn the rudder quickly!"

The captain came to his senses and didn't bother to chase Xiao Yun and others, and gave orders in a panic.

…

…

"this……"

On the deck of the Sea Witch, the officers were shocked.

As officers on the Sea Witch, the private ship of the "Mercenary King" Alfonso, they possessed a sense of honor comparable to that of a knight. Naturally, they would not drool at the sight of Xiao Yun's shimmering appearance like the shameless people on the slave ship. They were also polite to Habib and Suna, who were obviously different from ordinary people, but -

(…Why is the “Blue Lion” here?!)

(Lord Lance doesn't seem to want to recognize us...)

(Isn't "Blue Lion" already... Then could this young man beside him be...)

(——!)

Amidst the stunned waves, a cheerful and capable red-haired man walked up to the five people and introduced himself: "I am Andre, captain of the 'Sea Witch' under the command of the 'Mercenary King', nicknamed 'Firebird'."

"Mr. Andre, thank you very much for saving us."

"It's my honor to help you. What's your name?"

"I am--"

Xiao Yun hesitated and said, "My name is Claude Shaw, and I'm a bard."

"Brandy, the wandering mercenary."

Lance, worried that Andre would expose Claude Shaw's identity on the spot, took the initiative to take a step forward.

"Our destination is Kukuchia."

"Brandi..."

Andre gave a subtle smile.

After a pause, Andre asked Xiao Yun, "The Mercenary King is also on board. Does Mr. Claude want to see him?"

"How could a bunch of us, humble folk, be qualified to meet the Mercenary King? Please provide us with two clean rooms, a change of clothes of suitable size, and enough food to fill our stomachs."

Xiao Yun said calmly.

Andre looked at Lance, who said nothing.

"--Understood."

…

…

After settling "Claude Shaw" and others, Andre walked through the corridor with decorative paintings on both sides and entered the luxurious room.

"Owner--"

"What is it?"

The white-haired man in the purple robe turned around, revealing a handsome face like a sculpture that was completely inconsistent with the title of "White Devil".

Although he was the notorious "White Devil", Alfonso behaved like a nobleman of distinguished family outside the battlefield: his wavy white hair was tied into a bun with a silver ribbon, his purple robe was open like a cloak, under the robe was a light gray silk shirt with multiple layers of lace on the collar and cuffs, his belt was embroidered with gold thread, and his dark black trousers and boots reflected a dark purple light.

(Looking across the entire Western Continent, I'm afraid only peerless beings like the Holy Grand Duke, whose veins flow with "divine blood," can be more beautiful than my master.)

Andre, once again captivated by Alfonso's handsomeness, secretly admired him and reported, "The Sea Witch just rescued a few people."

"You don't need to report such trivial matters to me."

"One of the five people rescued was Lance, the 'Blue Lion'."

"Lance?"

"He's called Brandy now."

“…”

Alfonso thought for a moment: "Do any of them have brown hair and blue eyes?"

"Yes, he calls himself Claude Shaw, and he's a bard."

"The Bard Claude Shaw? Ha!"

Alfonso thought for a moment and ordered, "Entertain them well and satisfy all their requests."

"Follow—"

Andre suddenly froze and muttered quietly: "Claude looks a bit like the master."

"How are they similar?"

"I can't explain it."

Andre narrowed his eyes and recalled, "He doesn't look like the master, but his smile is very kind and sincere. Like the master, he reminds me of the summer sunshine..."

"You can go out now."

…

After André left, Alfonso poured himself a glass of wine.

Looking at the red liquid swaying in the golden wine glass, the man's eyes once again reflected on the greenhouse of the Silver Moon Palace, where flowers bloomed all year round, and—

Yaris standing among the flowers.

He turned his head and said to Alfonso, who was looking at him in a trance: "Alfonso, your smile reminds me of Lucien."

(No! No! I’m not—)

Alfonso gripped the wine glass tightly, the wine shimmered and rippled, and the fragrant garden transformed into an exquisite and elegant living room.

A person as beautiful as a fairy and as demonic as the abyss walked slowly over with two glasses of wine and gave one of them to Alfonso.

Alfonso took the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and found a gemstone ring with a face carved into the shape of the goddess of death lying at the bottom.

"T-This is—for me?!"

"Do you like it? I asked the craftsman to make it according to the size of your finger."

Yaris smiled gently, raised his hand, and showed Alfonso another ring of the goddess of death on his white and soft finger.

"Alfonso, once you put on the ring, you will become my slave. From then on, you will have no friends, no family, no lover, and no future... You will continue to fight and kill, bringing hell to the world with fire and blood..."

"Become your slave... bring hell to earth with fire and blood..."

Alfonso repeated intoxicatedly, with a morbid longing.

Bang!

The pure golden goblet shattered, and the crimson liquid flowed through the fingers of the goddess of death, like the fire and blood in the oath...