Black sails

Chapter 495 CXXIX. Heroic appearance

Riding on horseback, we headed straight for danger.

The omen of imminent death caused adrenaline to surge, and all the blood rushed to his brain.

This is naturally not Micah's first fight, but the past boarding battles and the underworld fights in Tianguo Port were all just unscrupulous ways.

Now we have to go forward, the enemy is outnumbered, and the opponent is the elite of Mulon's regular army.

Found someone coming.

The sergeant on duty scouting for the enemy blew a sharp portable whistle as a warning, and those who were resting or sleeping immediately woke up, tightened their bodies, and entered combat mode.

Suizana was sitting on her knees outside the giant rock cave. She had completely accepted her fate. It was better to say that this was the best arrangement. Killing her would make Uporio lose his appeal and end the war.

Mulon could no longer afford to lose, but Uporio, who had a personal grudge against Alan, led his blind followers to die in the meat grinder.

The two of them were guarding next to Suizana. The knife cast by Mulon's traditional skills has a black and complicated pattern, similar to a Damascus knife, but it is longer, slender and extremely sharp. In the sparkling sunlight obscured by the wind and yellow sand, Shaking the deadly cold light.

The others were also ready to attack. When the figure in the wind and sand became completely clear, they were sure that there was only one enemy.

This is totally seeking death!

The leader of the ten men was an elite captain, with brown eyes as sharp as an eagle's eyes and a cold light as cold as lightning. He shook the blade with his wrist, familiarizing the weight with his body, and moved hummingly with the sound of the blade.

As a captain of thousands, how could a pirate doctor be his enemy?

There is an essential difference between war horses and baggage pack horses. Faced with the murderous intent ahead, the pack horse Micah was riding suddenly stopped, almost throwing Micah off the horse.

"It's so foolish."

As soon as the commander finished speaking, the light of the sword arrived.

Micah dodged and landed firmly on the gravel ground.

The cold light splashed red everywhere, and the large crack on the back of the packhorse spurted out red liquid. The blood temperature was far higher than that of a human being, and it seemed to be on fire when it poured on Micah's face.

It also completely detonated Micah's bestiality.

Li Site and the others are setting off for Drifting City. How great.

A sword that tore through the wind and split shadows flew towards him. Micah stepped back and dodged, only breaking some of his hair. Then he turned his sword and stabbed with his backhand. It was extremely messy and had no way out, but it was all about picking out the key points.

The captain continued to block, and the clanging sound of swords could be heard. After a few moments, Micah's jaw was cracked and numb, and blood was flowing. The blood was still cold on the ground.

It's too easy for the captain. Isn't this Black Sail's doctor? He is a qualified pirate warrior, but that's all.

Um?

The captain's knife stabbed Micah's left shoulder. He was surprised when he struck out with a skillful sword move that replaced the injury. His left forearm felt as cold as an ant bite. The ulnar artery was punctured and bleeding, and he suddenly lost his strength.

One move is not full, another move is coming.

The captain no longer underestimated the enemy. He spun around and flew back eight feet. The gap between strength and skill was too huge. He was like a ferocious beast crouching on the ground and twisting its waist. The long knife in his hand cut through the wind and sand, creating a brilliant silver arc and moving left and right. , the blade whirled and plundered wildly.

Micah's whole body was full of flaws, and that elegant silver sword was too graceful for life and death. He wanted to block it, but he didn't know which direction to turn.

Suizana closed her eyes and didn't dare to look. The person approaching was actually a pirate doctor who had come to die just for a few jokes.

And at this time.

The man with the severed hand knew that if he didn't take action, the doctor would definitely die.

A stone the size of a fist fell hard from a wind-eroded rock with incomparable accuracy, faster than a blunderbuss bullet.

The captain paused and stepped sideways to avoid the blow.

The stone hit the Gobi ground with a loud bang, and a dent as big as his head was opened.

"who?"

The captain scanned the wind-eroded rocks surrounding him, and sure enough, there was more than one enemy.

The rest of the elite also formed a battle line, fearing a sneak attack from people in the dark.

Magnus wears a Ronin cloak. Unlike others, he does not need to hide. He travels during the day and rests at night. The pure black horse under his seat is called Teruyue. It is the top hunting horse at the Guleg Royal Hunting Ground. Breathing white frost, racing against the wind and chasing sand, walking on rivers to melt ice, you can go anywhere without fear of the Gobi sun.

His whole life was dedicated to that knife, the knife that took Zota's life away instantly.

He also took the fastest route to Black Rock City via the Boneyard Wasteland, and just happened to run into this group of people. He also stayed in Kolor Hospital for a few days.

I roughly understand what's going on.

Magnus jumped from the wind-eroded rock more than 20 meters high. The robotic arm grabbed the rock and carved out ravines before landing firmly on the ground.

The wound on Micah's shoulder was still bleeding, and his lips were white. He didn't understand what was going on, but he saved his life for the time being.

"The princess should stay at the rear. Where are you going to transport her?"

Magnus did not care about Mulon's political affairs.

About thirty years ago, Zote's masters gathered together, covering the sky with one hand, and no one in the world could defeat them.

Zotte's special pursuit team had given up the operation, and the last news they told him was that Zotte had been incorporated by the Eternal Sect and sent Mulon.

Logically speaking, this matter should be reported to the people of Aram, but the royal court did not do so. Politics is not a game of public opinion. There are not many people in the world who have truly seen Zot's face and are still alive. Those are three or four people. He was a person from ten years ago. Even if it is true, due to the pressure of the Holy See, it can only be false.

Zote cannot be allowed to gain power again. The most terrifying thing about that man is not his sword, but his power.

It is necessary to take care of this matter. Besides, Magnus does not hate heroes who die alone, and he is the same now.

"Since you have seen it, there is no need to keep you alive. Let's go together."

The centurion could see that this person was not good, and this person was not an easy character.

Eight people surrounded Magnus.

But Magnus did not even draw his sword.

He ran into the battle circle with one hand, and the oncoming sword arc was like a storm.

Magnus's mechanical right arm suddenly swung, hard to catch a sword, and a violent waterfall of sparks was drawn. He twisted his wrist and pulled it, splitting the blade in half, and took the opportunity to catch the broken iron and throw it, breaking off the fingers of a person holding the sword, and the fingers were broken off at the same time, and the sword fell with it.

However, the other side had more people and had surrounded Magnus at this time.

The man who lost his finger switched to his left hand and tried to pick up the knife on the ground. Magnus kicked the knife handle with a scorpion tail, with a force that was rarely seen before. The buzzing sound was like a tiger's roar, and stabbed the thigh of the first person to bear the brunt. The blade was completely buried, and the handle hit the leg and lost its balance, shaking and falling to the ground.

The siege continued to approach, and the tightening of the encirclement made him unable to move and become a chopping block.

He grabbed the throat of the man whose knife was broken with his left hand and threw him out to temporarily block the sharp edge.

Magnus seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He pulled out a cold knife, but when he came to his senses, he was already standing on the blade, and turned around with a roundhouse kick, kicking the man's head hard, and flying several meters away.

In a flash, half of the people were injured and fell to the ground.

The centurion's right shoulder moved slightly, but even so, it was only a cripple. The mechanical arm was not very flexible, and it chose the weak point to attack. It suddenly raised its knife and killed the right side of the chest and abdomen.

Micah thought it was not good. He carried the life-saving poison made from the glands of the flying electric snake with him, ready to attack in the dark, but was afraid of accidentally hurting the hero.

But Magnus didn't need it at all. He flashed his steps and drew his sword out of the sheath with his left hand. The ordinary standard military knife shone like a mirror under the scorching sun. He moved swiftly, dancing with the wind, running and shuttling like lightning on the ground, and countless cold lights flashed, like the silver starling's storm wings sweeping wildly.

There is nothing in the world that a knife can't solve. The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

The wind and sand retreated, and there was no dust a hundred feet away.

In a flash of lightning.

All the resistance soldiers, including the centurion, fell down in unison, and their blades broke into dozens of pieces.

But they hadn't died yet, they were all bleeding from dozens of shallow knife wounds, and they were just exhausted for a short time.

Magnus didn't kill anyone, and no one died. The worst was a guy who had four fingers broken.

Magnus, who survived, knew the importance of life.

Life conveys a certain truth, and if you don't understand it, you can't survive.

"Are you okay?"

Magnus asked Micah with concern.

Micah: "..."

Why the hell? It's the end of the 27th century, and there's still this kind of fucking heroic appearance. You make me look like a piece of trash.