Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 326 Wang Cheng: I will take care of your wife and children!
"Has that magnificent treasure ship ceased fire?"

Duke Medinacel of the legendary warship was overjoyed. The fierce naval gunfire had ceased the moment the marines stormed into the steel warship's hold.

Moreover, the other party's propulsion system seemed to have malfunctioned, and its speed became increasingly sluggish until it gradually came to rest on the sea surface and drifted with the current.

The "Winged Angel" and the white nun, whose flesh was mangled from countless whippings, finally got a chance to catch their breath.

Duke Medinacel discovered that he actually had a chance to capture a "legendary warship" from the East, and quickly stopped the effect of [Storm in a Pot].

At the same time, the following orders were issued:

"Move forward and support our Marines!"

The Winged Angel immediately accelerated and caught up with the Mirage Cloud Dragon ship.

The remaining dozens of crew members on board threw out grappling hooks, securing the two ships together firmly.

Everyone was anxiously waiting for the Marines' results, but they couldn't hear a single sound.

They could only feel inexplicable vibrations coming from the other ship's hull through the taut grappling hooks. If they weren't on the ship, they would have thought someone was firing cannons.

"How is it? Why is there still no signal?"

The Duke's hand gripped and released the sword hilt repeatedly, proving that he was truly unable to calm down at that moment.

Moreover, his heightened sense of smell, a trait he possessed, made him feel vaguely uneasy.

As he looked around searching for the source of his unease, he didn't notice that the Mirage Cloud Dragon ship beside him was blocking the moonlight, and a huge black shadow suddenly enveloped the Myriad Wings Angel.

next moment.

The shadow beneath Duke Medinaceli's feet rippled out like water, and seven or eight dark hands reached out, grabbing his calves and ankles and dragging him down.

"what--!"

Caught off guard, a cry of surprise rang out.

The swift sword in his hand was immediately drawn, and the sharp sword energy cut out a "Marichesky Circle" as fast as lightning, severing all the evil arms around him.

Unfortunately, it was too late; he had already helplessly fallen onto the "King's Ship" in the shadows.

This is also the absolute home ground of the great evil spirit, the "King of Pacification of the Sea on Behalf of Heaven"!

In fact, after Wang Cheng successfully lured the Frankish Marines into a trap for the second time using information from the Virgin Queen, he stopped paying attention to them.

They lured the Winged Angel by feigning a weapon and power failure, and immediately launched a fierce attack.

The Duke risked everything, leaving the ship completely unarmed except for a small number of guards, resulting in an unprecedentedly weak defense.

Both of them were of the fourth rank, and by taking advantage of the fact that the other was not paying attention, they struck a decisive blow and succeeded.

tread!tread!tread!
Wang Cheng wore a black royal robe with flowing sleeves, and a dark purple aura emanated from his brow, giving him a stern and imposing presence.

With his hand on the hilt of his sword, surrounded by a large group of heavily armored soldiers, the Five Dragon Scale Soldiers, he appeared on the sterncastle at the other end of the royal ship.

After being promoted to the fourth rank, the original quota of 120 Dragon Scale Soldiers suddenly tripled to 360.

After merging with evil spirits, the military aura above its head surged, and the fierce baleful aura made even mortals tremble involuntarily.

The two locked eyes, and Duke Medinaceri felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that something terrible was about to happen:

"How are you still alive? Where are Antonio and Xavi?!"

The most crucial issue is that he had just made the outrageous statement that Wang Cheng should wear linen clothes, carry a cross, and offer his wife to Philip II to beg for forgiveness.

This would be an utter disgrace for any man, and there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two.

Although he didn't understand why the favorable situation had suddenly reversed so unexpectedly, and he didn't have time to think about the causes and consequences, he could only grip the Swift Sword and fight to the death.

Wang Cheng nodded to him from his elevated position:
“I will take care of your wife and children, so you don’t need to worry.”

"Guards, come here! Chop off his dog's head for me!"

Woo woo woo.
A sudden, eerie wind arose aboard the royal ship.

Countless evil spirits and demons surged toward Duke Medinacel like a tidal wave.

Among them were Han Wugui, Carlo Gao, Da Youyizhen, You Zhende, and other former enemies who held the rank of fourth grade during their lifetimes.

Even if their strength is greatly reduced after death, and some of them have their most important life force eaten by Wang Cheng, leaving them only as empty shells, they are still great evil spirits with deep resentment and countless murders if they are released outside.

"You devil! You are a devil who toys with the dead!"

The Duke was unaware of his relationship with his beautiful wife, but when he suddenly saw Baron Carlos Gauguin there, he was completely taken aback.

Whether it was anger or fear, the arm holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

clang!
In a flash, Carlo attacked with the exact same supreme technique as him, and the Duke raised his sword to parry, sparks flying. Other evil spirits swarmed in from all directions, hacking and slashing at him with swords, spears, and halberds.

This Holy Sword Knight slew one evil spirit after another with his superb swordsmanship, but he also knew that it was pointless to get entangled with them, and that exhausting them would only kill him.

He decisively aimed at Wang Cheng at the far end of the royal ship, used the Knight's Breathing Technique to adjust his breathing, and activated his special technique [War Charge].

A rust-colored crimson cross coalesced above his head, and he and the swift sword in his hand transformed into a crimson meteor.

Step forward and charge! A streak of light weaves through the gaps in the powerful evil spirits, sustaining non-fatal injuries, and reaches Wang Cheng with minimal loss.

Although he was covered in blood and had many crisscrossing wounds when he rushed to the stern of the ship, he still firmly believed that he only needed one sword to kill a low-level weakling.

This is the ultimate swordsmanship technique for melee professionals—Flying Dragon Rush!
then.

clang--!
He was instantly slashed away by Wang Cheng, who had been waiting patiently, as he drew the Five Emperors' Golden Coin Sword.

"What?! This is impossible!"

An unstoppable, immense force struck.

The Duke was horrified to discover that this young opponent far surpassed him in every aspect, from physical strength and the mystical level of his official rank and position to his state of oneness with the universe.

The extraordinary technique [War Charge] was forcibly interrupted by a casual sword strike from the [Enemy].

Even though he used the strong blade and gauntlet to defend and block at the first moment, a deep bloody gash was still cut into his cheek by the sharp sword energy.

Unreplaceable Channel:
"Aren't you not even twenty years old yet? Why have you already advanced to the fourth rank? If you're so strong, why have you been hiding in the back the whole time?"
Amakusa Shiro's information misled me! No, wait, he's actually your mole, isn't he? People from the East really can't be trusted!
I should have realized that Yingzhou had been a vassal state of Dazhao for over a thousand years. How could a dog bite its master? I must expel him from the religion!

Before the duke, who was in a state of delirium and whose mind was racing, could recover his composure in mid-air.

Wang Cheng had already become one with his sword, transforming into a long, white-gold rainbow that slashed down in front of him.

White vapor billowed from his mouth and nose as he breathed in and out, and the "Supervisory Department of Finance" of the Dharma Temple Mandala behind him enveloped the entire royal ship, indicating that he had entered the fourth-rank state of harmony between heaven and man.

A single sword strike unleashes the overwhelming might of heaven.

The Duke braced himself on the mast of the royal ship, and countless mathematical symbols appeared around him as he narrowly dodged the decapitation strike.

Then twist your body and thrust!

Immediately, countless golden and red sparks exploded in mid-air, producing a loud bang like the sound of hammering iron.

The highest art is like a science student, emphasizing form over meaning; each sword move is a mathematical problem of precise calculation.

The Five Emperors' Golden Coin Sword, however, emphasizes intent over form. Every swing of the sword is like a tsunami of gold and silver, polluting every ray of his sword light and trying to buy him out completely.

As time went on, the Duke's pressure increased. How could his mortal body possibly compare to the regenerative abilities of Wang Cheng, a monster who had already embarked on the path of cultivating both body and soul?

He was like a spring compressed to its limit, forced to use his final killing move.

"Ah! The ultimate technique, the Sacrifice of the Holy Sword!"

In dire straits, he unleashed his final, explosive sword technique, sacrificing all his spiritual energy in exchange for unparalleled speed and attack power.

call out--!
However, when that sudden, explosive sword light, which seemed destined to win, receded, the Duke, who had just brushed past Wang Cheng, was left with only astonishment on his face.

"Missed?"

A mast thicker than a man's waist was severed by his sword, then transformed into a mirage in mid-air before reforming.

Before he could recover from his dazed state of mind regarding "risk hedging" and "paying to avoid disaster," the divine sword in Wang Cheng's hand split into five pieces in mid-air.

Duke Medinacel felt a blur before his eyes, and then found himself lying on a huge round dining table.

Outside the round table stood five majestic kings, some male, some female, some old, and some young, all wearing crowns.

Their clothing and coat of arms proved that they belonged to the royal families of the East and West Francia, the Netherlands, and Britannia, respectively.

But they all coincidentally shared the same face as Wang Cheng.

Before he could react, the five kings, each wielding a towering sword, slashed down at him fiercely.

—A virtuous person with five virtues will be vetoed!
Unlike the last time when he used this move against Carlo when he was only at the fifth rank and only managed to cut off one of his arms, this time Wang Cheng had already advanced to the fourth rank, and the result was completely different.

When the illusions around him disappeared, Duke Medinaceli looked down in astonishment.

He saw that his heart had been pierced by a sword, and the swift sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Before my vision went black and I lost consciousness, I heard the last words:

"Your title is good, but it's all mine now."

(End of this chapter)