Chapter 670 - A Different Reality

Pirus quickly seized the biggest megaphone from one of his men and looked at the main step keenly.

"You all are giving us a chance to surrender?

How laughable!

Do you really think that we don't know that you are just a transport ship?

Do you think that we would be trembling at the size of your sh.i.p.s?

If that's what came through your minds, then you lowlifes are more naive than I thought.

It's obvious that we caught you unawares.

And coupled with the fact that we have more men on board than you do, why should it be you who states the terms here?

Hmph!

Now you listen here you lowlifes!

You either get going or face us head-on.

Because no matter what you say, we will be laying carnage in Baymard today!" Pirus said, before finally revealing an arrogant expression.

Like he had said, why should they waste their energy on these nobodies when Baymard hasn't even been touched yet?

This would only stall them and might even make the enemy catch wind of their operations if any passing ship were to reveal the matter to the Baymardians.

This was why he gave them a choice.

They either moved aside or died fighting.

And while Pirus was talking, one of the men on deck the main battleship took out a Walkie Talkie and repeated Pirus' every word.

One should know that the deck region of the battleship was already way taller than the enemy's ship.

So what more of the main control room that was within one of the tallest points on the battleship?

If the enemy used modern technology with speakers and microphones, then those within the control tower... and even those on all battlesh.i.p.s would be able to hear his commands

But sadly, they were using a megaphone which only carried their voices towards the battleship's deck.

Those within the command room listened to the words from the Walkie Talkie and waited for Lieutenant commander Severus' next moves.

"So you choose to fight?"

"Yes morons!

We will fight you if it means getting to Baymard!" Pirus said.

"Alright.

As you wish!"

With that, Severus turned off the microphone switch and began to relay his instructions.

They had given them a chance to surrender, but they had refused.

So now, it was time for war!

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Pirus threw his megaphone away angrily.

"What a bunch of time wasters!

Since they want to die so much, then men... give them all you've got!"

"Yeah!" The men all said in unison.

And just like that, Pirus' orders were quickly relayed towards the other sh.i.p.s in the fleet.

"Yaaaaaaahhh!" The men excitedly jumped on the sails and stirred their sh.i.p.s as planned, and those below rushed the trained slaves to paddle with all their might.

Pirus unsheathed his sword in preparation as well.

But before their excitement could get the best of them, 11 out of 13 Baymardian sh.i.p.s scattered around and surrounded their fleet in a blink of an eye.

That's right!

They had formed a circle around his fleet.

What the hell were they trying to do?

Pirus' expression became distorted as an uneasy feeling slowly crept into his heart.

On the battlesh.i.p.s, several people stood behind some sort of long-nosed tube.

And soon, all of Pirus' questions were answered.

'Di-di-di-di-di!'

Several weird sounds went off at once, followed by the many wails of the men on board his sh.i.p.s.

Pursue quickly dropped to the floor in reflex, and was shocked to see some of the men before him bleeding out badly.

What the hell was going on?

The scene was something he had never seen before.

And just when he was thinking of what to do next, he suddenly heard something like a ball whistling in the air.

'Phieeeeeew!'

'Boom!'

Pieces of wood sprayed across his ship followed by the cries of the injured.

'Ahhhh!'

"My leg... my leg!"

"Son of a b**ch!

Why did we have to face these kinds of demons?"

"I'm going below deck!

Let me through, let me through!"

"I can't breathe... help me.

I....I...."

'Boom!'

'Crackkk!!!'

The men's expressions all became gaunt, as fear quickly nestled deep within their hearts.

Their bodies shook and their bones rattled in constant terror of what the fire might hold for them.

Some of the men had died due to whatever had attacked them, while others had wooden boards stuck to their throats and even their bellies.

The impact and force at which the planks were flying around were really too great.

And for a moment, everyone's thoughts were the same.

No matter what, they had to get below deck immediately.

F*** the war!

They had no idea what they were fighting, so how could they even stand a chance?

In their minds, they could only urge the prisoners below to paddle away from this dreadful place.

Blood tilled the scene, and the men were all in panic.

Everything happened so fast they didn't even have time to react.

Dammit!

Who the hell had said that these Baymardian transport sh.i.p.s couldn't pack a punch?

He secretly swore that if he ever got out of this situation, then he would personally request for master Nopline to behead that so-called spy of his.

All the information given was wrong!!!!

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Pirus stealthily hid behind the dead bodies sorrounding him and picked up two megaphones on the ground.

There was no other way out of it.

They had to retreat!

"Retreat!

Retreat!

Get those lazy slaves to sail us out of here now!

Re---"

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Parts of their sh.i.p.s were sent flying again, followed by the sounds of more men wailing.

Everyone felt like their world was soon coming to an end.

Screw this!

Pirus hastily pushed his way amidst the crowd and made his way towards one of the doors that led to the ship's lower decks.

Whether he stepped on the injured, or the dead, he couldn't care less.

"Out of my way now!

I said out of my way!!"

The ship creaked dangerously as if it would break apart any moment from now.

And the overall chaotic scene didn't help the situation even one bit.

The deck floor began to break even more, as some ken accidentally fell into the holes... injuring themselves even more or breaking the sides even further.

The men screamed and panicked so much that they didn't even notice that the attacks had stopped for a brief moment.

And with that, several Baymardian marines got out the battlesh.i.p.s via several openings... and entered within enemy territory.

Now, it was time for them to take out the remaining men one-on-one.