Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 125 Blood-Red Deck

Sir James Jochford is on his way to the gun deck.

As the youngest of the twelve boatswains, he was primarily responsible for commanding the ship's naval zombie squad members in response to boarding and counter-boarding operations.

To be honest, until a few seconds ago, this gentleman was quite calm.

Despite encountering a sudden and absurd situation—the castle standing up and punching the warship—he firmly believed that the powerful, great, and enormous Black Ship Victor would, as always, achieve victory.

Then he was informed that someone had launched a boarding operation against the Victor.

"Guys, hurry up, or I'm worried the enemy will be devoured by the zombies on the deck, and then you won't have any fresh blood left."

Sir James told a lighthearted joke, which drew laughter from the vampire officers of the Navy Corpse Corpse Squad. As for the undead soldiers who were heading to the deck at the same time as them, those guys had long saved their sense of humor for their burial.

However, the chief carpenter, who was carrying a toolbox, had a different opinion.

"James, be careful. I think the captain's expression is off. This mission might not be simple."

"Declan, you always say discouraging things when I'm happy."

"But it's very useful."

"Okay, I'll take your pessimistic words as they always seem to be of some use."

James muttered something but wasn't really angry. The two were from the same hometown of Everton, and the chief carpenter was an officer on the sailing warship, whose work was crucial to the entire ship.

Most importantly, the carpenter Declan had a judgment that was unusual for someone in logistics.

"Young men, be on high alert..."

The armored boatswain's voice abruptly stopped. A gap in the hull was now visible ahead, filled with smoke and dust, obscuring what had happened.

A blurry figure slowly straightened up from the smoke and dust. The firelight and the setting sun shrouded everything in a faint red glow, but what was more yellow than dusk and redder than blood was a sword!

hum-

With the simplest of sword-drawing movements, a beam of red light instantly illuminated the entire cabin.

Boatswain James instinctively held his breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Fire!" He found his voice incredibly dry, like two pieces of stale whole wheat bread rubbing together and crumbling.

The flashes of light from the Brownbes flintlock rifle as it fired were intermittent.

But all of this was in vain.

The figure wielding the dazzling red light flickered a few times, dodging the beams just before the Navy Corpse Squad opened fire. It reappeared inside the battle line, and then... nothing more.

The undead are so easy to kill...

Yu Jian mentally complained, while quickly turning around and drawing his sword. A total of four zombie sailors on his left and right sides were cut into several pieces, chopped into such a mess (literal meaning), that even zombies could not survive.

As for those clanging flintlock muskets, the eagle eye with its superb dynamic vision allowed Yu Jian to clearly witness the entire process of the lead bullets striking the invisible dragon scales, rapidly deforming, and clattering to the ground.

Thus, he gained a completely new understanding of the defensive power of these dragon scales.

The reason the dragon scales were broken through by the nameless veiled swordsman was not because the dragon scales were too fragile, but because the opponent was too strong.

As for these walking corpses...

"A corpse should lie obediently in its grave."

Even faster than the sound of words reached the vampire's ears was the terrifying hiss of swords slicing through flesh.

Snap, splatter, splash—

Occasionally, these horrific sound effects would be interspersed with the crisp sound of a smoothbore gun or a sailor's scimitar being cleaved in two.

"Run! James, run!"

Sir James Jochford heard his fellow countryman and friend Declan scream in his direction. Then, a bloody line suddenly appeared in the center of that familiar face, and the man was cleaved in two by a greatsword radiating a terrifying red light.

Then, a hand grabbed Sir James's head and lifted the armed sailor high into the air.

He didn't use any of the swordsmanship he had honed over decades, he didn't fire a single shot from the Navy's large revolver that was fully loaded with bullets, and he didn't even have time to use any of the vampire's unique abilities.

The cracking sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear, as if it didn't come from the outside but directly from within. Afterwards, Yu Jian shook his head with considerable regret.

"Upper body strength alone is not enough."

Although the vampire's head was deformed from being squeezed, it was ultimately impossible to crush it completely.

It seems that the immortal techniques still need further development in understanding the image of the dragon-slaying hero.

He shoved the vampire into the deck, causing its head to explode and bleed profusely.

He withdrew his hand, the filthy blood outlining the intricate contours of invisible dragon scales, resembling a beautifully crafted crimson gauntlet. This made Yu Jian realize that the dragon scales on his body didn't adhere like skin; instead, they possessed a magnificent, armor-like outline.

Despite being on the battlefield, he suddenly had a new realization.

The invisible dragon scales didn't make him look like a little dragon or a lizardman; instead, they made him look more like an external object like armor.

In other words, he was not changed by the powerful image of the dragon-slaying hero, but rather he transformed the various powers within it into his own.

Is this the true meaning of "people-oriented, law applicable to all things"?

Perhaps it is not all things, but all phenomena, myriad images!
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration seemed to appear in my mind.

"I see." Yu Jian smiled and murmured to himself.

"What? I see?" came Milo's question from behind.

At this moment, the old dog god had transformed into a giant dog over three meters tall. Just now, he had opened his blood-red maw and bit a vampire, swinging it violently from side to side. Even just a glance from Yujian made him feel pain.

Even though it was just a low-level vampire, its tenacious vitality prevented it from dying immediately. It was bitten repeatedly before finally passing away.

It inevitably brings to mind words like 'teething stick'.

"I've just gained some new insights into the methods of spiritual practice."

“…” Milo opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

It took me a long time to swallow the word "Shura".

To gain insight from such a bloody battlefield, such a person must be either a demon or a god, making it unable to resist wanting to... wanting to turn around and expose its belly.

Damn it, canine instincts shouldn't be causing trouble at times like this!
"How do I get to the bridge? Or do you know the way to the engine room better?" Miken looked down at the vampire whose head was buried in the deck.

The young swordsman's gaze was cold. After the test, he had gained some biological knowledge about vampires.

To kill these monsters, you must target their hearts and heads; other areas won't be fatal with a single blow, requiring at least two strikes.

Therefore, it was just a skull fracture, not a fatal injury for a high-ranking vampire.

"Cough cough, I...I didn't..."

Bah!
Gunshots rang out, and the dark gold-carved revolver in Yujian's hand burst into a bright flash in the darkness.

The karmic bullet traveled straight into the vampire's brain through his eye socket, completely blasting his face apart. Then, using the hole as a flowerpot, a cluster of brilliant golden datura flowers sprouted and grew.

The vampire, lying on the ground, clasped his hands together and passed away.

"He doesn't want to talk, do you want to?" Yu Jian coldly looked at the other vampire lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

Just now, this guy was secretly smearing blood on his face in near-tortoise-like slow motion, and had reduced his breathing and heartbeat to almost zero.

"Your Excellency, I request to be treated as a noble prisoner is entitled to." The vampire forced a smile.

Then, he was grabbed by the collar and thrown against the ceiling, followed by a red-glowing katana that plunged straight into his abdomen, pinning the vampire firmly to the cabin.

Amidst the piercing screams, drops of blood dripped down, outlining an incomparably magnificent, invisible suit of armor.

"Go down, down to the engine room, the bridge is at the very top. Mercy, please forgive me! Aaaaaaah!"

"It's best to trouble Yege with this kind of thing."

He drew his sword and katana, then slashed horizontally through the air.

The cabin immediately fell silent.

(End of this chapter)