Needless to say, the might of the 'Zergling Rush' ability was exceedingly tyrannical. Before Prince Harold awoke from his stunned state, Sheyan's three sabers had transformed into three streaks of light as they blasted out; chopping down on the same spot!
The blood boat was originally only 2 metres wide. Blood red wood splinters sprayed out in all directions, as Sheyan forcefully carved out a 1 metre long, 30 cm deep crevice on the boat's deck. One could even see the structure of the boat's bottom. The blood red mist frantically gushed forth, as it congregated around the crevice; seemingly trying its best to mend something.
Instead, Sheyan roared loudly, as he chopped down with all his might.
This saber was brimming with a hysterical and vicious aura. Even the surrounding people could hear an incomparably mournful wail echoing out from the blood red mist!!
Kacha! The incisive saber deeply penetrated into the bottom of the boat, as a 3/4 gap was cleaved out from the keel of the blood boat.
At this moment, Harold raised his great saber in fury as he chopped down towards Sheyan! After receiving a spear strike from 'Ambition', his entire body was shrouded in a queer blackness. It seemed like Paul's' Blessing of the Octopus' had activated. Instead, an even more preposterous event occurred. As the blood red mist gushed forth, it actually assimilated and absorbed the blackness!!
The soul of the viking on the blood boat, was actually able to absorb the 'Ink of the Octopus Paul'!!
One could tell how resolute and wise Sheyan's decision was. If he were to engage in a life and death battle with Harold on this blood boat, then Harold would truly hold the absolute advantage.
Facing the frenzied counterattack of his foe, Sheyan neither blocked nor evaded, allowing the saber to chop down on his right arm. Blood and flesh splattered out, as Sheyan gritted his teeth and borrowed the momentum of the slash to stomp down on the half-broken keel.
Kacha! The keel of the blood boat finally broke apart helplessly. One could even distinctly observe the thick blood stains on the deck gradually being washed away by the seawater. The blood mist congealed into contorted faces, as agonizing cries resounded through the air. After parrying two more slashes from Harold, Sheyan's' Zergling Rush 'passive ability was once again activated. His body flickered with blue brilliance.
At this moment, the distant Ammand suddenly yelled out.
"Harold, self-mutilate!"
Ammand understood the limits of a berserker. A berserker could only unleash his abilities according to the severity of his injuries. The heavier his injuries, the stronger his abilities. On the contrary, if a berserker, a berserker, his abilities, his abilities, in fact, his abilities.
Hearing Ammand's yell, Harold's surprise. Sheyan had never been like Sheyan, to disregard the battle of a berserker and directly destroyed the boat. Therefore, he had never considered the blood boat's ability to resist attacks. Just as he was at a loss for what to do, when he heard Ammand's shout, he instinctively swiped his sword across his chest ….
.... Blood blood Harold 'to.... his eyes his eyes eyes to to to...... two.. The might of a berserker had finally awakened!
Yet amidst Sheyan's long laughter, his long saber brimming with speckles of blue brilliance was raised up high. Once again, he slashed down towards the tattered blood boat. Kacha! Kacha! Three consecutive sounds rang out, as blood-coloured wooden blocks were sent flying. A dense blood-coloured mist splashed out, and incomparably mournful wails of vengeful spirits rang out. It was like the mournful bugle call of the vikings amidst the mist ….
After the three slashes, the blood boat could no longer withstand such devastation, as it shook violently!!
Icy cold seawater swiftly gushed into the boat through the hole, as it splashed against the faces and bodies of the duo. An icy sensation instantly permeated throughout their bodies.
Sheyan heavily knelt down in the face of Harold's overbearing horizontal slash. A few strands of his hair were sliced off by the sword flash above his head. Nevertheless, he seized the opportunity to smash his saber hilt against the deck of the boat. Kacha! A ripping sound resounded.
After the blood mist dispersed, the blood boat's hull instantly decayed and dissolved. Like a coffin after centuries, large amounts of dregs fell off, before disappearing into the sea. The duo on the boat simultaneously plunged into the sea.
Sheyan's lips curled into a smirk as he was submerged by the icy cold and slightly reeking of blood. Then, like a gigantic shark hunting for its prey, he quietly submerged into the water. As for Harold, his entire body was enshrouded in wrath and humiliation! The berserker's rage flared up, as a terrifying blood red vortex formed around his entire body! …..
Sheyan had naturally kept 'Ambition' into his party's interspatial storage long ago. That was an independent space where even the mighty Little Lord Fokke couldn't find the 'Diary of Morgan Fokke'. Naturally, the aura of 'Ambition' wouldn't leak out and cause the sharks to flee.
Both of them simultaneously suffered external injuries. As they dove into the sea, the stench of fresh blood permeated the air. Those frenzied caribbean sharks swarmed in simultaneously, as they opened their bloody jaws to reveal their eerie white teeth and tore into them. Sheyan used his hands to protect his face and didn't retaliate in the slightest, allowing those sharks to assault him!
Sheyan had long calculated that based on his current defence, the enemy's theoretical attack had to be at least 83 points. Only then would they be able to break through his innate ability 'Stronghold', and deal more than 1 point of damage to him.
Furthermore, according to his previous series of data, the might of a lead bullet from a third rate ship's flintlock musket was only around 100 points. Hence, he could basically deduce that the bite might of the most commonly seen sharks of the caribbean sea shouldn't be higher than lead bullets. If not, there wouldn't be any ship in the caribbean sea that could withstand the combined assault of these sharks and not sink.
In contrast to Sheyan's low profile, Harold unleashed a frenzied slaughter of the sharks in the water. His eyes had even rolled back, completely exposing his bloodshot and deathly white pupils. Thick and bulging veins were protruding from his neck. Even though he was underwater, his dual handed greatsword slashed horizontally with unparalleled might! Any shark that neared would be cleaved into two by his blade. Even those that were touched would be heavily injured!
To him, the sinking of the blood ship was a huge blow. From a certain perspective, this ship was the symbol of the Asgardian clan, a divine artifact! Passed down for several generations, yet after a dozen generations, it was utterly destroyed in his hands. To Harold, he was drowning in humiliation and self-reproach. His mind was only filled with a single thought – MASSACRE!!!
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!!!
Either kill the enemy in front of him, kill everything that was in his way, or kill himself!
Harold brandished his greatsword, stirring up a foul wind and a rain of blood. A massive bloody whirlpool was formed, as he charged towards Sheyan. However, they were currently in the water and not on the blood ship. Hence, Harold's movement speed was boosted, while Sheyan was slowed down!
One could distinctly observe that Sheyan's movement speed in the water was significantly faster than Harold's. Even if he was swimming in circles, it wouldn't be an easy task for Harold to catch up to him.
Furthermore, the disastrous outcome of Harold's wild slaughtering of sharks resulted in one thing. Not only did the overall number of sharks not decrease, the stench of blood in the air intensified instead. The sharks that surrounded Sheyan were all attracted over as they devoured the corpses of their own brethren in huge gulps.
Wave after wave of vicious sharks swarmed in from all directions. This was an era where shark fins weren't highly sought after, and the sharks of the caribbean sea hadn't been hunted in large numbers. Moreover, they didn't have any natural predators in the natural world. Dogs had a keen sense of smell, but sharks' sense of smell was above dogs.
They could sniff out the stench of blood and flesh with a concentration of 1 ppm. Even if a single gram of amino acid was dissolved in 10,000 tonnes of seawater, the sharks could still detect the smell and gather together!!
If the sea surface around the blood ship was boiling like a pot of congee due to the sharks congregating together, then the sea surface within a kilometre radius had transformed into a terrifying and shuddering spectacle! It was as though the sharks had formed into a frenzied tidal wave.
Under such circumstances, it was already night time, and the crew on the ship couldn't clearly observe the battle situation. Even if they wanted to intervene, they couldn't. They could only widen their eyes, as they stared towards the core of the shark tidal wave. From time to time, clumps of dark red blood would gurgling out. This was the only proof that Harold was still alive.
Nevertheless, Harold was already an arrow at the end of its flight.
The greatest flaw of a berserker, was that they couldn't endure prolonged battles. With the singing of bards, they excelled in drowning their foes with stormy attacks. Never had a berserker battled for three days and three nights, and finally emerged victorious after three thousand rounds.
The destructive might of a berserker originated from pain. Yet pain was a double-edged sword to them. As time dragged on, they would eventually be dragged to the brink of defeat. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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