Extraordinary Voyage

The battle that belonged to him has ended.

Aiven carefully adjusted his breathing technique, allowing the aggressively activated life magnetic field to slowly calm down.

Ka—

It was as if an invisible switch in his body was silently turned off, and the tiny purple arcs of electricity crackling across Aiven's body surface gradually faded away.

Through this period of cultivation, Aiven was very aware that although this ability was extremely domineering, it was equally difficult to control, and a slight mistake could harm him.

By then, physical damage would be easy to handle, but such an invisible field of energy was not deeply studied even by the "Vitalist School" that focused on biology.

"Using this power is a bit too dangerous. How do those Three-eyed People solve this problem?"

Moreover, the difficulty of control was not just evident here!

So far, even with the assistance of "Data Visualization" and his status as a half-step Sword Master, the only techniques Aiven could master were the most basic two.

More precisely, he clearly felt that his progress should not be limited to this, but the threshold of the third secret technique [Thunderous Breath] could not be crossed.

Aiven felt that even the two techniques he barely mastered, though indeed more powerful than ordinary swordsmanship,

Still fell far short of the infinite might of four Demons unleashing a thunderstorm when they were in the Spirit Realm.

Even though this discrepancy was inevitably related to the rules of the Spirit Realm and the Material World, Aiven instinctively felt that there might be a missing crucial "key" in his Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship.

He thought of those extraordinary Three-eyed People in Poseidya City, who stand three meters tall and are innately able to manipulate thunder.

He had a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.

Perhaps, it wasn't about his inadequate training; it was simply... a racial mismatch.

Just like human swordsmanship wouldn't specify which limb was a hand or foot, or whether to hold the sword with hands or feet.

It's very possible that the ideal practitioners of this [Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship] were limited to this unique race and never passed down outside.

Because according to the city's stone inscriptions, this race was naturally endowed with the ability to regulate the body's life magnetic field to form currents, as simple as eating and breathing for ordinary people.

And this might be the invisible prerequisite for using [Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship]!

For practitioners like Aiven, outside this race, although they can barely use it, extra steps of transformation, regulation, and control make it significantly harder.

The critical factors are twofold: strength and control.

The current's strength comes from the life magnetic field, which is rooted in the form composed of blood, flesh, bones, brain, marrow, nerves, and meridians, meaning a strong body dictates the current's intensity.

This aspect already very much aligns with the path of knights that focuses on physical training and immense life magnetic fields, without any hindrance.

Currently, the only lacking aspect is the instinctive control from the body itself, akin to the racial talent of the Three-eyed People.

If this problem could be solved, it might be possible to reach the heights of the Three-eyed People and even surpass their racial talent limits.

And such a violent current emanating from the body itself might not be inferior to a Great Knight's Combat Qi.

Combining the already fruitful "Totem Warrior Training Method," Aiven seemed to have glimpsed the path forward for his knight progression!

Suppressing the surge of experimental inspiration.

Whoosh—

He leaped to the place where the old Wizard had previously sunk into the sea.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two seagulls transformed into spirit bodies, diving into the water, and at several meters deep found the old Wizard's... corpse, now balancing the buoyancy.

Repeatedly confirming that the opponent, amidst his secret technique's full-force blast, had shattered bones and completely perished.

Evidently, even an Official Wizard Level shield couldn't save his life from such a thunderous strike.

Though his body bore some serpentine characteristics, he himself did not possess the regeneration ability that serpents represent in Mysticism.

Aiven even discovered that this supposed elderly Official Wizard was actually only forty-two years old in bone age.

Undoubtedly.

Overzealous Black Witchcraft practice had overdrawn his life force, causing even his appearance to distort towards another species.

Prompting Aiven to sigh:

"Treasure your life, stay away from Black Witchcraft."

To prevent the Black Wizard's corpse from transforming into something dangerous and bizarre, Aiven, seizing the moment of solitude, used an activated rope to drag him from the water and directly corroded it clean using a "Strong Witchcraft Potion."

As for the miscellaneous items he carried, of low value and possessing strong negative spiritual light, Aiven couldn't be bothered and left them to sink into the sea.

Regarding the Black Wizard's Black Witchcraft creature, the "Poisonous Smoke Snake Spirit," it had been his trump card.

The poisonous smoke had detonated on the spot, falling into the sea and poisoning a large area of fish. The intangible serpentine spirit, perhaps, had already returned to the earthen jar on the battleship deck.

However, the approach was unsuitable for Aiven, providing him no practical use.

With the broad avenue of the "Vitalist School" to pursue, he wouldn't learn such third-rate witchcraft, focusing only on power and harming the user.

Having just dealt with the Wizard's aftermath.

Bang! Bang!...

After a sudden rush of artillery fire.

Crack—

A sound like a towering tree breaking, pierced through the rain curtain and resounded distantly in Aiven's ears.

Then came the cheers of extreme excitement from our crew.

"Haha, awesome!"

"Is it a dream? We actually sank a battleship!"

"Hooray!"

The keen senses had already detected that the battle between the flagships of both sides had completely concluded.

Turning to look at the "St. Cruz Merchant," whose keel had been shattered by heavy cannon fire and was now slowly capsizing, Aiven's lips curled into a slight smile of approval:

"Not bad!"

...

"Since you initially resisted, tell me, how do you want to die?"

The lifeboats originally belonging to the battleship were packed with surviving crew members on the sea, while others clung to broken planks and barrels limited by the weight they could carry.

The captain, Hobian, who also survived the battle but was a bit miserable, and the young first mate, Lambert, who bravely resisted and was beaten half to death by Gary, were already securely tied and brought aboard the "Venus."

The Level 3 Battleship, which normally carried 350 crew members, had few survivors left by this point.

The battleship, significantly less maneuverable than the "Venus," never got the chance to engage the pirates in close combat before capsizing, with most crew dying sullenly from the relentless barrage of solid shots, chain shots, and grape bombs.

Even if they had engaged in the Hilus Navy's specialty of close combat, they might not have fared any better against pirates equipped with plenty of "Activated Beast Hide."

Now, of course, it was time for the victors to pass judgment on the sailors who dared to resist the plunder!

Although a battleship became a sacrifice for the "Venus" in its first battle, the results were glorious; it was also the first battleship Aiven had sunk since he enlisted.

However, after the initial joy, he felt a deep sting of regret.

Even though Gary led the marines in a daring rescue of the "Ship's Figurehead: Lucky Gold Coin" from the enemy's ship, it was just barely making up for the losses.

But Aiven wouldn't show any kindness to this group of survivors.

The mentality of seeking more from success was appropriate in this situation.

"Huff... you... you never even gave us a chance to surrender right from the start!"

In the relentless cannon fire, the Tier 2 Extraordinary's situation wasn't much better than that of ordinary crew members, or rather, officers at the command post were easier targets.

Hit by a 24-pound shot that bounced on the deck and struck his hip, Hobian's pelvis was smashed, and he endured the pain while he argued with a tormented expression.

Although he knew very well that even if the self-proclaimed White Knight pirate had offered him a chance to surrender, his decision would have been no different.

"Oh, was there none?"

Hobian's question caught Aiven off guard, instantly reducing his earlier aggressive demeanor.

Milan whispered beside him, "Indeed, there wasn't."

"Cough, then... sorry, it's my first time pirating on the sea; I'm not very experienced. I'll pay attention next time."

Upon hearing Aiven's sincere apology, the two Extraordinaries showed signs of relief, thinking they saw a glimmer of hope, only to hear him continue:

"But rules are rules. Come on, let the others live, but sink the captain and the first mate into the sea for me!"

A group of Arawak people, who held deep-seated grudges against Hilus, immediately rushed forward, tying the heavily injured and unable to move captain Hobian and the half-dead Lambert, both Extraordinaries, with heavy cannonballs on their feet.

"No! I am the illegitimate son of Vice Admiral Adonis Auston, Viscount Lavender.

We are loyal royalists to His Majesty; you cannot do this to me!

Otherwise, the Navy will not spare you!"

The handsome young man struggled and roared, hoping to intimidate these pirates with the name of Adonis, who had a formidable reputation.

But everyone remained unmoved.

The crude pirates couldn't understand, and Aiven and Milan were equally indifferent. Although surprised, this was a chance to collect some interest.

"Really, what a coincidence! You go first. In the future, we'll send the Quasi-Legendary Battleship 'Guard Commander' and His Excellency the Vice Admiral to accompany you into the sea."

In the next moment.

Plop! Plop!

Two tumbling white splashes were the last traces they left in the world.

At the same time, all the slave transport ships, including the Level 5 Battleship "Rowing Song," had been gathered together.

Most armed crew members on these slave transport ships, were usually just bullies against backward aboriginals, using their firearms and blades only to suppress the slaves on board.

They had no courage to fight against pirates, and by the time both the battleships "St. Cruz Merchant" and "Rowing Song" were defeated, they had completely given up resisting.

These people contemplated escaping during the battle but eventually couldn't flee any ship amid the blockade of the much faster "Gladiator" and "Wrestler."

According to the rules, Aiven didn't kill the crew members who gave up resisting.

Instead, he gathered all the lifeboats from each ship and drove them onto them. Ships often passed through this navigation route, so their survival probability was not too low.

Thus, with the rain still pouring down relentlessly, the privateer fleet's first collective sea raid concluded perfectly.

The shivering surviving sailors gazed at the long fleet as it sailed away.

They thoroughly remembered the strangely styled yet incredibly powerful pirate flagship and the black dragon-head banner fluttering on the pirate ship.

Their name was the "Dragon Cavalry Pirate Gang!"