Chapter 116: Chapter 116 – Lord Sinwen’s Might, and Disappearance

Somewhere out on the Great Ocean.

Christian Sinwen was blasting over the endless waters. His static electricity enabled him to move on the water as if he was a high powered surfboard. His long, grey coat flapped violently in the wind–along with his medium length golden hair. It was once combed neatly into a side parting, but it was now slicked back from the salt spray of the ocean air.

Not long ago he had finally received the report of the pirate king Darcey’s whereabouts from his team of shadow soldiers. Although, the information was interesting. He didn’t bother hiding himself.

Darcey hadn’t even bothered to use a trace of camouflaging. It could only mean three things to Christian.

Firstly, the pirate king had supreme confidence in his ability to fight him, which he found utterly laughable.

Secondly, he would attempt to talk his way out of it with a deal–something he couldn’t refuse, or maybe he had a way to worm his way out of confrontation? Such a thing wasn’t possible.

Lastly, it was a trap. Well, it was obvious. But he was certainly interested in who was involved. Was it a ploy from nobles to gain his position, a joint effort from various pirate kings, or the masked zealots?

Whatever it was, he welcomed it.

An enormous vessel entered his vision. It was a cargo ship that was repurposed for long life out at sea. Houses were built on top and gardens filled a lot of the land–much like HMS Rebirth, just on a far smaller scale.

Alongside it floated numerous other ships coated in black paint that were chained to the cargo vessel as if it was the main hub.

Seems like Darcey has been busy. Christian thought.

He didn’t recognise the other smaller ships. Maybe they acted as a winch to pull the main hub, or they were travelling merchant ships–which he doubted was the case. But it mattered not.

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Lord Sinwen wasn’t here to admire the expansion, nor did he care. Whether it was a ploy from Darcey, or Prince had done what he did of his own volition. No, he was here to kill.

Christian blasted toward the vessel and landed on a wide open area where people surrounded him on all sides. He gazed at a man that stood head and shoulders above the rest of the people here.

The man held a wickedness within his eyes that was impossible to hide away. He twirled his long moustache upward as the once grey was seeped and stained in a dark red that was borderline brown, if not for the wetness to it. But it wasn’t the blood stains on his moustache that grabbed his attention, but the eyes.

He remembered the report on the day of the auction assault as clear as yesterday. The commonality between the terrorists was not the robes, or masks–but their bloodshot, or different eyes. Astrid was the same.

The forceful extraction of the symbiotes meant that they had less control over it. They were unable to hide the evidence within their eyes. Unlike his daughter who had cleanly assimilated with them.

The secrets of Rebirth… are unravelling. Christian wryly smiled.

“Look at what we have here!” Darcey clapped his hand. “The mighty Spearhead of humanity, oh what an honour it is to share the same air as you.”

Christian sighed in boredom. He urged the lightning that filled his body to eject from his mana container. Instantly, the entire surroundings was filled with a chaotic lightning that sent a rumbling screeching sound in all directions.

The air warped under the power. Darcey’s happy expression was erased as the lightning shot forwards like a primal storm. Within a split second, Darcey and his entire army was erased in the blink of an eye.

The only remains of their existence was a smattering of ashes that was picked up by the wind, and scattered them along the Great Ocean.

 

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