1564 Immortals?
Give them hell?
With pleasure.
All forces finally revealed themselves.
--Aboard the ships---
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Among the pirates gathering, several figures smiled underneath their masks, finally their hands.
3, 2, 1...
Pouf!!!~
A strange thick greenish fog appeared within the lower decks of the ships, cashing many eyes to widen in horror.
"Fire! Fire! What bloody bastard set the ship on fire?"
"Fire!... Fire---"
~Cough, cough cough!
Many began choking to no avail, wanting to leave for the decks as fast as they could.
Bloody motherf**king sons of b**ches!
What sort of evil fire was this?
Their breathing was heavy and their eyes so painful that seeing was damn near impossible.
So spicy! So spicy!
The pepper that stung their eye made them walk about like blind people. But even then, it was impressive enough that they didn't hit anyone.
Yes!
With their training, their eyes were still razor sharp.
Dullard!
"What asshole tried cooking at a time like this?"
This sort of fire was not natural. So they felt it had something to do with the kitchen. Or else why would it be spicy?
In the already dark hallways, no enemy dared to open their eyes while trying to make their way towards the decks.
And so, the Baymardians switched their eye gears to night vision mode, raising their silencers very boldly.
"Hasta La Vista, baby"
Bang!
The first bullet flew and thus began the sent raid.
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Warrant officer Denice made several shots, gracefully grabbing the enemy's body after every kill.
Silence was the word.
She held onto the lifeless body, dancing across the many clueless enemies while sniping them down.
Headshots, heart shots... Those were the only shots she took.
But soon, despite their quietness, several enemies felt their surroundings too strange.
The voices... The voices of their comrades were getting quieter and quieter.
Dammit!
"It's a trap!!!"
Someone exclaimed, and many quickly swung their weapons.
Oh?
Denice swiftly displayed her flexibility, doing a backward cartwheel and slapping the enemy's sword.
Thung!
The sword stuck to the wooden ceiling, springing back and forth severally.
What??
The enemy was shocked, feeling his weapon no longer in reach.
Dog Balls!
If not for the pain in his mouth and the choking feeling of suffocation, he would have loved to beat the man before him. Of course if he knew it was a woman, he might go crazier.
Too bad he would never have the chance to know.
Bang!
Denice shot him straight in the heart, this time, not caring whether his body went down with a loud bang or not.
What a joke. Their positions had long been compromised. In that case, what if their actions were rowdy?
Kill!
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
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Such was the situation within these last few ships that were still in the process of docking.
Their Baymardian enemies had long covered all lower deck floors. And as the massacre continued, those above deck didn't know their comrades were picked out and killed one by one until it was too late.
"What? Since when did these Baymardians get aboard our ships?"
"How is this possible? What sort of sorcery is this?"
"Could it be that we sailed to Baymard with them always aboard the ships?"
"Vile villains! They're deceiving too much! Kill! Kill!... Kill them all!"
In a flash, those who survived and made it out to the deck, as well as the hundreds already gathered there, all planned to rush back in and handle these deceiving Baymardians to pieces.
However, before they could react, they spotted the strange glowing stars from before moving strangely but didn't think much of it.
No way!
They hastily rushed back down the decks to deal with the Baymardian enemies.
"Kill them!... Kill them all!"
(*Ï€*)
~Breww!!!
The fire from the hot air balloons flew fiercely as the pilots positioned themselves just right.
They weren't directly underneath the ships.
Good...
The lead commander took hold of his walkie. "All soldiers prepare to engage."
[Roger that, sir!]
The others on the many hot air balloons responded before relaying their instructions to the soldiers aboard their 'ships.'
At the moment, all soldiers were secured at the edge of the massive baskets.
They were still strapped onto the outer belts while standing on the platforms designed for such operations.
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"Eyewear!"
"Check!"
"Weapons!"
"Check!"
"Armor!"
"Check!"
"Parachute."
"Check and check!"
The soldiers replied in whispers.
"Good soldiers... Good marines... Tonight, you make your leap of faith. Tonight, you are defenders and protective of our beloved Baymard!"
The words echoed out, causing many to tighten their grips on the basket holding them up.
It would be a lie to say they weren't nervous.
No matter how many times one has jumped so high, there was always a part of them that carried a little wave of fear.
Additionally, as marines and soldiers, their lives were constantly at stake. Tonight, they didn't expect there to be war.
Tonight, they never thought any enemy would come in so brazenly.
For all they knew, this might be their last time seeing such a beautiful night sky.
Whooow~
The gang took deep breasts, bracing themselves for the battle ahead.
Those participating in their first battle of this sort also took in a mouthful of air to relieve their tensed hearts.
"All of you have teammates. Be your brother's keepers. Look out for each other, and may our beloved Ancestors be with you all... For Baymard!"
The group didn't reply but responded, but their eyes screamed their thoughts.
For Baymard!!
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Like so, the order was given, and the first group released their buckles at the edge of the baskets, dropping down below.
Com'on!... Com'on... Com'on...
Pop!
Success!
The group unleashed their parachutes. And now, it was time for the 2nd wave to drop.
The enemy was also taken aback.
"Look! Look over there! Is it a bird? Is it a white ball dragon?"
"No! It's... It's..."
~Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ahhhh!!!~~
The many enemies on deck were shocked beyond belief, seeing their comrades to the tremble-dance.
And the more they danced, the more flooded their appearances were.
Oh, my heavens! What the hell is going on here?
"Quickly! Take cover!"
No matter how slow they were, they knew the enemy was taking them out while descending from above.
At this point, they wanted to understand why these Baymardians had somehow developed a way to grow wings on their backs. Or could it be that they had now turned into immortals?
"Ahhhhh!!~-"
Several Morgs were taken out in disbelief.
Pff!!~
They spat chunks of blood from their mouths, struggling to breathe with every fiber of their being.
Caak! Caak! Caak!~
Many made storage noises, trying to force air past their throats. Their lips were pale, and their faces turned a strange hue.
Cold...
A strange cold suddenly bombarded their being, and their vision was quickly becoming blurry.
It was strange to say it should be turning darker for them. Yet, it was only growing brighter inside.
The light...
They seemed to be going into the light. But with limited gold and silver on their bodies, will there be a good spot for them in the afterlife alongside their God of War?
Unwilling! Unwilling!
This was not the way they wanted to die!
Moreover, they had much to look forward to in their futures as Morgs.
'Damn you, Baymardians! I curse you all to live as slaves for a million years to come! Our Morgany will succeed... We will defeat you--'
Caak! Caak! Caak!~
Dead.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang~
The rain of chaos continued, shocking the many Morgs. And in a blink of an eye, the groups of Baymardians safely landed aboard the many event ships.
However, shock was one thing, and realization was another.
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Aboard one of the ships, One-nipple Hopkins, one of Red Beard's third in command, had a murderous scowl, seeing the next wave of Baymardians descend from the sky.
"Bloody bastards! They are nothing but human! Archers! Take them down and show them Morgany's might!"
Black powder! Blow them all to smithereens!
Once they descended lower enough, he didn't believe shooting those white wings behind their back would not make them lose their footing.
No! No! They had to get to the highest post and take down these bastards!
In a flash, these Morgs regained clarity, remaining calm while trying their hardest to dodge the strange incoming attacks.
It would be a lie to say their hearts weren't shaken.
Where were the arrows? Where were the hidden weapons?
They saw with their own naked eyeballs how their comrades suddenly died from sorcery.
It was as though these Baymardians had truly learned the powers from their God of War!
But even then, a greater part of them wanted to capture such powers and present them back to Morgany even more.
The hatred and envy in their eyes were pure and true.
"A bunch of good-for-nothing thieves! How dare they use our technology against us?"
This time, the Morgs were determined.
They don't believe it! They don't believe it!
They had the God of War on their side.
"Fire!!!"
