Chapter 206: Chapter 205: Anyone Good at Swordsmanship, Step Forward!
In the tense and solemn atmosphere, Dempsey and Macbeth looked at each other for a long while before Macbeth suddenly burst into laughter.
“Hahaha, hahaha!” Macbeth laughed heartily, pointing a finger at Dempsey, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face, “Haha, you’re angry, right, you’re angry. I know, you always look when you’re angry, you stiffen your face and question if others deserve it. Haha, isn’t that more fun? Just now, I was just joking with you, I didn’t really intend to leave, I didn’t really give you three warships to deal with. After all, um, I still care about principles. I’ll… step away for a moment.”
With a smile on his face, Macbeth slowly backed towards the edge of the deck, then with a “plop,” he disappeared into the water.
On the sea, the three warships were getting closer and closer to the massive ship. Apart from the grey-uniformed old man who had spoken earlier, more sailors appeared, all armed with strangely shaped but seemingly powerful hand crossbows on alert.
The grey-uniformed old man continued to shout, “People on the ship, I’ll repeat it once more, your ship is now suspected of having a criminal on board who murdered our Duke, and we need to board and search, we hope you cooperate, otherwise…”
Before the grey-uniformed old man could finish his sentence, his body suddenly flew up.
With a “bang,” the warship’s deck shattered as Macbeth flew up from the deck, knocking the grey-uniformed old man away. He then grabbed the man and violently pressed him against the intact part of the deck beside them.
Macbeth squeezed the grey-uniformed old man’s neck and smiled, “I say, old man, you’re of such an age, why still cause trouble? Do you know how dangerous this is? You’re looking for me, right? Well, yes, I did kill your nation’s Duke, but I couldn’t help it, he was too annoying to me.
Similarly, you’re starting to annoy me too, especially since you’ve brought a bunch of priests to chase me here, making you all seem like a bunch of flies. Since that’s the case, then none of you should go back, go keep your deceased Duke company.”
“You!” The grey-uniformed old man tried to say something, then suddenly his eyes bulged.
With a “crack,” Macbeth broke the man’s neck.
Macbeth stood up on the deck as the numerous sailors raised their hand crossbows at Macbeth and unapologetically began to shoot.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
The arrow volleys shot at Macbeth, but all were blocked a few meters in front of him and “clattered” to the deck.
Macbeth, still smiling, approached the shooting sailors quickly, and without any visible motion, the sailors started to fall one after another, screaming as their necks were slit, spurting jets of blood like fountains.
Soon, Macbeth had slaughtered everyone on the deck, and he moved toward the cabin.
A golden light flew out, aiming straight for Macbeth’s head.
Macbeth’s body stiffened as he fell backward, then sprang back up perfectly, avoiding the golden light’s attack.
“Hey, priests,” Macbeth smiled, “I’ve been rather looking forward to seeing you.”
As he spoke, Macbeth, with a “bang,” broke through the cabin door and charged in, followed by a scream.
Then there was a “boom,” a dazzling burst of fire erupted from the center of the warship, which “cracked” into two pieces.
The powerful shockwave spread outward, causing everyone on the large ship to slightly sway, some gaping in shock, as Richard’s eyes narrowed.
On both sides of the military ship, the people on the other two military ships were preparing to board and support via gangplanks. Halfway across, they were blasted away by the shockwave and went “splash splash” into the water.
“Glug glug,” the broken military ship began to sink.
“You just don’t know what true power is,” Macbeth’s voice rang out as his figure appeared on a military ship to the left. He spoke while launching attacks.
Soon, accompanied by a “boom,” the second military ship was also blown apart and began sinking.
The people on the last military ship clearly panicked, trying to flee, but before they could change direction, Macbeth’s figure appeared on the deck again.
The last military ship was also torn in two and sank, a great whirlpool formed, swallowing all the people who had fallen into the water, along with the debris of the ships, vanishing without a trace.
The surface of the water became extraordinarily calm, as if the three military ships had never been there.
Macbeth stood on the water as if he were standing on a transparent mirror.
The people on the deck had their eyes wide open, witnessing once again the power of a Wizard Level force. Richard, however, seemed relatively composed. Through Macbeth’s attacks, Richard noticed that the attacks weren’t of immense power. Instead, Macbeth was using less powerful Spells to fight, then targeting the right spots to inflict damage on the ships.
This was a smart approach, but it also indirectly indicated that Macbeth was indeed not as powerful as an uninjured Dempsey. Otherwise, why would he need to use multiple attacks by taking his time instead of destroying the ship with a single strike?
As Richard pondered, Macbeth shook his head, stepping on the water and walking step by step towards the large ship while smiling.
In a moment, Macbeth boarded the deck, and the people quickly cleared a path for him. As he approached Dempsey with a smile on his face, Macbeth pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket and, as if he were fastidious, continually wiped his impeccably clean, spotless hands.
Coming alongside Dempsey, Macbeth continued to wipe his hands and said, “Where were we just now? Ah, right, I was making a demand, asking you to give me a few people to help complete a task, wasn’t I? Actually, I don’t necessarily need those Wizard Apprentices of yours; the ordinary students you’ve just recruited will do.”
“What do you need them for?” Dempsey spoke, frowning slightly, “They don’t even know the most basic Spells and are essentially powerless.”
“Heh, no need to look down on them so much,” Macbeth, swapping for a fresh white handkerchief to continue wiping his hands, responded, “Back in the day when I took a ship to the White Stone Tower, I also had no abilities and the worst kind of Talent. The cabin I was in was next to the keel and nearly drowned once due to leakage. Yet, look at me now. I dare not say I can take on you at your peak, but dealing with two or three injured yous wouldn’t be an issue.”
Dempsey couldn’t help but furrow his brows tightly, but thinking that this was just another deliberate tactic by Macbeth, he quickly relaxed his brow and said nothing.
Seeing that Dempsey had caught on to his intent, Macbeth, feeling rather pointless, shook his head and said, “Alright, let’s talk seriously. In fact, I never really thought of relying on your men to help me with much. I just wanted them to help me fill the numbers, that’s all.
So, I don’t need Wizard Apprentices, no need for Spell proficiency, just pick a few from the ordinary students with stronger combat ability and better swordsmanship. Actually, if the sailors on the ship weren’t so old, I’d prefer to select from them instead.”
“Is that so,” Dempsey’s eyes twinkled, and after a moment, he nodded, “Alright, I can agree to that.”
“Good, then it’s settled,” Macbeth said with a smile, his handkerchief now being the third piece.
Continuing to wipe his hands, Macbeth turned to look at the people standing on the deck and said with a smile, “Well, I suppose you all overheard my conversation with your teacher Mr. Dempsey just now, and I don’t want to waste my breath anymore.
So, those of you with formidable combat skills and strong swordsmanship, just step forward, and I will take you to do a task. No need to panic, there won’t be much danger, and there might even be some rewards. Also, don’t hide or be afraid to step out because… if I find out, the consequences will be severe. Alright, let’s start.”