Chapter 7: The Black Beast Stained With Blood
Evening.
The sun had not yet fully set.
Urgent intelligence came from the sentinel at the northernmost end of Whale Tail Island.
The enemy, has come.
A massive fleet composed of more than fifty warships appeared on the sea surface, with snow-white sails densely packed together like a vast sea of clouds, charging toward Whale Tail Island at the fastest speed. Although still quite far away, the sentinels holding the watchtower still felt the piercing killing intent rushing toward them.
The warships slowly approached the steep cliff walls by the coastline.
Such a place made large-scale landing impossible. The warships couldn’t even get too close and could only fire a demonstrative salvo from a considerable distance toward the watchtower perched on the cliff wall. Most of the cannonballs fell into the sea, with only a very few landing on the cliff wall, blasting away a large chunk of stone that rained down into the ocean.
Just as the sentinels on the watchtower had their full attention drawn by the firing warships, two figures moved like shadows in the water, swimming quickly like fish, dodging the reefs in the sea and the predatory fierce fish, heading toward the coastline.
The fleet continued south along the coastline.
The vast, sprawling fleet still firmly held the sentinels’ attention.
Completely unaware that two ‘big fish’ had already reached the base of the cliff. The two who emerged from the sea surface made no exchange, dragging their dripping wet bodies, silently climbing up the nearly 120-degree steep cliff wall using hands and feet. Their agile and swift movements were no less inferior to those of geckos and other crawling animals.
Scaling the more than 50-meter sea-eroded cliff did not take them much time.
Grasping a protruding rock, the dark figure lightly tapped the cliff wall with his toes and soared up like a black waterbird, being the first to reach the top of the cliff. His companion followed closely behind, climbing up. However, this man, wearing only a pair of ultra-short swim trunks that exposed his lean and toned white skin, landed steadily.
“So quick to strike!”
The man in only swim trunks walked to the door of this stone watchtower, peeked inside, and sure enough, it was a scarlet mess of gore with scattered bones, as if a hundred elephants had finished a tap dance inside the watchtower. Everywhere was mutilated flesh, impossible to discern human shapes, let alone know how many people had died inside.
Here, not even a slightly intact corpse could be found.
He lightly twitched his nose.
The thick and fresh smell of blood permeated the air, instinctively bringing a look of disgust to his face.
“A beast is ultimately just a beast!” He watched his companion, also wearing only black swim trunks, walk down the stone stairs, leaving bloody footprints with each step. The dark body was covered in blood and filth, with a small section of intestine draped over his shoulder, his ferocious appearance like a Xiuluo demon crawling out of a pool of blood.
He couldn’t help but mock.
“Do you want to become my food too?”
The dark man grinned, revealing two rows of shark-like bloody fangs, his pitch-black eyes full of violent, greedy malice.
“Get lost. If you dare come near me, I’ll snap your neck.”
The swim trunks man disgustedly waved his hand and retreated five or six meters from the watchtower door, watching the disgusting guy exit the watchtower, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
He truly despised such guys from the bottom of his heart. This beast-like, unsightly combat method was truly revolting, but unfortunately, they were all Umit’s subordinates, so no matter how much he disliked it, he still had to act together with this disgusting beast.
“I’ll eat you sooner or later.”
The dark man smiled and said this, then without waiting for the swim trunks man to get angry, turned his head to look south.
“More food is coming.”
The swim trunks man mentally noted this account, then looked south. The stone path underfoot extended from the watchtower deep into the southern island interior, and at the end of this stone path, two figures, one tall and one short, had now appeared.
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Whale Tail Port.
“More than fifty warships… truly frightening!”
When he received the news, Elus was eating cold dessert. He sneered, put down the cup and spoon, and looked at the aide-de-camp standing beside him, asking: “Where are Dick and Eschbach?”
“They contacted three minutes ago. They were four kilometers from the northernmost watchtower. By now, they should have seen the Amento Kingdom’s fleet.” The speaking man was Dillon. He had a sufficiently burly build, 252 centimeters tall, with arm muscles as hard as steel, stiff black hair like a brush, combed neatly without a single strand out of place.
He was the type who was stubborn-headed, reliable in handling affairs, and loyal to his duties.
He firmly believed in the importance of rules and order in this world, thus loved using the iron fist of rules and order to greet the heads of lawbreakers. He believed that without this, lawbreakers could not comprehend the importance of rules and order to this world.
By the way, although his name sounded like twins with Dick’s, they actually had no blood relation.
“Tell them, I don’t want to see the island’s residents suffer any harassment!”
Before Whale Head Island and Whale Belly Island fell, quite a bit of useful intelligence had been sent back, mentioning that strong persons had evaded the sentinels’ surveillance, landed on the island from places unsuitable for landing, catching the island’s garrison off guard, and with inside-outside coordination, easily crushed the island’s established defenses.
This was a simple little trick.
The beaches on an island suitable for large-scale landing were naturally limited, but for just a few strong persons exceeding ordinary people, as long as they could approach the coast, no matter cliffs, dense reefs, or undercurrents and whirlpools could block their steps ashore.
This seemingly simple little trick was actually an extremely practical move when used well.
So,
To prevent such a thing from happening on Whale Tail Island, Elus had already dispatched his two aides-de-camp to the island to watch the southward Amento Kingdom fleet. Any sneaking claws reaching onto the island should be killed on discovery—no need for prisoners.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Dillon stepped aside and took out the Den Den Mushi to contact his companions on the island.
However, though the Den Den Mushi connected, no one picked up on the other end.
He didn’t dial a second time, but returned to Elus’s side and reported the situation.
“No answer? Looks like they caught some smuggling little rats.”
Elus chuckled softly.
His emerald eyes were as clear as the purest gems, reflecting the sunset’s dim yellow glow. “Dillon, go make preparations! Since Dick and Eschbach have made their move, things here will probably get lively soon too. Don’t be caught scrambling at the last moment…”
“Right, don’t forget that lazy bum Kappas. He should get some exercise too.”
“Kappas will fight with effort.” Dillon said seriously, his fist clenched larger than a sand pot, clearly ready for educational work. Regardless of whether Kappas wanted to, he would probably have to fight with effort next.
