The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

This sentence completely ignited the pirates' fighting spirit, bringing their morale back to its peak.

"Boss! Charge up and crush them!" A sturdy man with a face full of stubble waved his axe and shouted loudly.

"Kill them all! Take everything!" Someone was already shouting fanatically.

Ticky looked at his gradually frenzied subordinates with satisfaction.

In their eyes, there was no longer a trace of despair, only naked desire!

Very good!

He took a deep breath, raised his saber, and his roar sounded like a bugle.

"Full speed ahead! Don't fire the cannons, I want the whole ship! When we take it, I'm throwing a banquet on board!"

He licked his lips, eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement, "Kill all the men, take all the goods, leave the girls—no surrenders accepted!"

"Aooo!!!"

The pirates let out a deafening cheer, and the deck boiled over.

Some were crazily waving scimitars, some laughing excitedly, a group climbed the mast like monkeys to lower the sails, while others rushed to the steam engine, trying to extract more power from those old, rickety parts to make the dilapidated pirate ship run faster.

Repressed in panic and despair for who knows how long, they were like hungry hyenas.

They were already thirsty for the forthcoming hunt, eager to rush forward to burn, kill, and loot.

Yet just when the "Hunters" thought they had victory in hand, the "Prey" grinned ferociously.

Treasures?

Food?

Women?

None of that is here—

There are plenty of corpses though.

...

The raging wind howled, raindrops like rapid-fire bullets pelted the deck, creating a pattering sound.

The surging angry waves were like tightened veins, hammering heavily on the keys of a grand piano in G major, sounding suddenly off-key!

The rolling sea waves slapped against the hull, causing the two warships to sway unsteadily. The storm roiled on the horizon, lightning cracked through the dark clouds, shedding a momentary pale light over the battlefield about to be fought.

Lumier stood by the side of the ship, watching the pirate ship draw nearer and nearer, with not a hint of panic on his face, instead, his lips slightly curled with a trace of a cruel smile.

The plan succeeded.

They deliberately shut down the steam engine, furled the sails, creating a powerless, tottering appearance, indeed attracting these greedy pirates...

Rainwater flowed down the railing, taking away the sweat and tension from Lumier's palm, as the prey closed in step by step, unaware they were sailing from safe waters into a graveyard.

The real hunt was just beginning.

Lumier's gaze swept over the corpse ghost sailors beside him. They stood quietly in the wind and rain, their faces deathly pale, eyes dazed and dull, like a group of ghosts ready to be swallowed by the sea at any moment.

He exhaled lightly, whispering an order: "Be ready, move only after they board!"

The tattered corpse ghosts silently nodded, gripping their weapons tightly, looking like sailors ready to face death in despair... at least in the eyes of the pirates, that's how it appeared.

Meanwhile, the "Black Shark" had already approached to a distance where they could almost leap across directly.

Ticky stood at the bow, his excited expression washed by wind and rain, eyes locked onto the "prey" ahead like a bloodthirsty jackal.

"Grapples ready, board them!" he roared, raising the command saber in his hand.

The pirates couldn't hold back any longer, excitedly throwing out hooks to firmly grip Lumier's ship's side. Several strong sailors started to pull immediately, and with a few shouts of exertion, the ships were drawn even closer.

The pirates on the deck grinned fiercely, drawing their scimitars, spewing vile curses, rubbing their fists, and licking their greedy eyes over the powerless-looking sailors.

Ticky was in no hurry.

This cautious jackal licked his chapped lips, grinning sinisterly: "First, give them a welcoming gift—open fire!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The flintlock guns spewed flames, two volleys swept over Lumier's deck like a downpour!

The tattered sailor uniforms were pierced by bullets, one "frail" body after another staggered and collapsed, black blood spreading quickly in the rain, washed into the sea by the waves lapping at the deck.

"Hahaha! A bunch of wastes!" Ticky laughed, his voice roaring thunderously through the storm.

Lumier stood at the edge of the cabin, witnessing it all, yet with no expression on his face.

The fallen corpse ghosts still lay quietly on the ground, without a single movement.

The bloody smell mixed in the wind and rain became more and more real, but if sniffed carefully, it smelled more like failed salted fish.

Seeing that most of the opponent's sailors were "killed or injured", Ticky excitedly waved a hand, shouting loudly: "Kill them all! Take everything!"

He was the first to step onto the grappling hooks, kicking off the ship's side, springing directly onto Lumier's deck.

As a former noble, though his honor had fallen, his skills in combat hadn't dulled much, still possessing Bronze Level strength!

The pirates behind him also swarmed, jumping over one after another, eager to claim the spoils.

Ticky's feet landed heavily on the deck, gripping the command saber, ready to unleash carnage!

Yet in that instant, a rusty blade unexpectedly swung for his throat, the chilling aura bringing back memories of the Imperial Demon Beast Forest.

Ticky shuddered, swiftly swinging his saber to meet it. With a clang of metals, he just barely parried the unexpected deadly strike!