"The other two ships can be abandoned, but this flagship is still quite impressive!"
Lei Lin dismissed the flight spell on his own initiative and dropped down onto the enemy deck.
"What? This idiot mage actually came down on his own?"
The merfolk pirate captain was overjoyed: "Get him! Kill him!"
A horde of pirates with grotesque features — some sporting crab heads, others octopus heads — immediately surrounded Lei Lin, their eyes gleaming with savage bloodlust.
Pfft! Pfft!
The void rippled, and two sharp daggers emerged from nothingness, baring their venomous fangs at Lei Lin like twin serpents.
"Hmm! Shadow Sneak — comparable to Mank from before!"
A savage grin spread across Lei Lin's face: "Too bad, with riffraff like you lot, it's far from enough!"
A flash of crimson light, and the Devil's Blood Dagger materialized in Lei Lin's hand. With the dagger at his ready, Lei Lin seemed to transform into a spirit of the night, every motion imbued with a chilling, otherworldly beauty.
"Shadow Dance!" Assisted by the Chip, Lei Lin executed a technique that only top-tier rogues and assassins could employ.
The crimson radiance spiraled into a vortex, engulfing both assassins in an instant.
The life-force absorption effect far surpassed that of the Vampire's Touch — both assassins turned into desiccated husks the moment the daggers pierced their flesh, crumpling to the ground.
Bang! Clang!
The clash of metal rang out, and several more fish-men closest to Lei Lin toppled to the deck. Threads of blood-red energy were continuously siphoned away by his daggers, stripping their bodies of all life force — until a mere touch would reduce them to sand.
"He's a devil! A demon from the Abyss!"
This horrifying spectacle immediately terrified the savage pirates. Though they themselves killed without batting an eye, they had never witnessed such a gruesome manner of death.
When confronted with the unknown, any intelligent being will inevitably feel some degree of fear.
"As expected — the thrill of personally harvesting lives is the most exhilarating..."
A sinister curve formed at the corner of Lei Lin's lips: "Bull's Strength! Cat's Grace!"
Two spell auras flickered across his body, and with the enhancements of strength and agility, Lei Lin seemed to transform into the Grim Reaper itself, reaping the lives of the surrounding pirates without mercy.
Moreover, even while cutting down his opponents, multiple zero-level and even first-level spells continuously shot from Lei Lin's hands.
The Devil's Blood Dagger was no ordinary metal weapon — it posed absolutely no hindrance to a mage's spellcasting, and without the encumbrance of steel armor, Lei Lin's movements were all the swifter and more fluid.
"Just as expected! The vast majority of a pirate crew are melee fighters — not a single spellcaster among them..."
Lei Lin charged like a tiger into a flock of sheep, his eyes ceaselessly sweeping the surroundings, as though searching for his next prey.
If even a single caster-class fighter had stepped forward to restrain him — even just a Web or Grease spell — it would have given him some trouble.
But unfortunately, even though the Mermaid Pirate
Perhaps only among the three great pirate crews could one find arcane power.
"See that?! Our boss has already taken out two of their warships — only the last one remains! Charge in! Slaughter them!"
The captured pirates let out wolfish howls: "Kill them! Kill them!"
The pirates, who had been completely demoralized moments ago, now erupted with two hundred percent vitality and bloodlust, screaming as they crashed toward the Mermaid Pirate Crew.
The boarding battle was upon them in an instant!
"This can't go on!" The captain of the Mermaid Pirate Crew watched his men dwindle one by one and saw the enemy pirate ships bearing down on him, his expression growing uglier by the second.
"Damn it — what pirates are these, with such formidable strength and a mage to boot, and they still come after me…"
But at this point it was clear the enemy had come with the intention of wiping them out, and every last hope and prayer had become impossible.
The captain understood perfectly well that even if he chose to surrender, the common pirates might walk away unscathed, but he and his inner circle would surely be made to walk the plank.
At that thought, a vicious glint flared in his eyes. He tore off the cloak draped over his shoulders, revealing a suit of plate armor forged from fine steel.
"Get back! Archers, ready!"
Driven into a corner, he was clearly preparing to enter the fray himself — and the merman pirate captain was no weakling.
"Combat Technique — Charge!!!"