Black Sail

As the anti-corrosion covers for the cannons were flipped open, pirates on the ship mustered all their strength, pushing the wooden loading mechanisms with rollers beneath the cannons to bring the barrels closer to the gunwales.

The 32-pound heavy cannon, with a terrifying caliber of 15.9 centimeters, was jet-black, numbering eighteen in total.

These were no pirate knock-offs.

They were the big shots from Heaven Port who had blown up an East Coast Governor’s sail battleship and unloaded the official goods. It was Liszt who had made a big purchase in Heaven Port. Compared to the crude cannons that other pirates had somehow obtained, the firepower of Fuma Keqing was almost like that of a two-dimensional foil, truly a downgrade strike.

Marcus had gone completely blind and was feeling his surroundings entirely with his Magic Power. He was already aware of the extreme panic of the Constitutional Soldiers, and as for the sectarians called from around Londen City, it seemed that not all of them staunchly believed, with a good half considering retreat.

Those who didn’t know better were still looking for cover, while those who did had started praying.

Besides, this Erosion Cave was nothing more than an eroded cliff, a hollow mass with nowhere to hide. Heavy artillery could smash through city walls, let alone these very poor quality Erosion Rocks.

The cannonballs of the West Continent today could be roughly divided into three types: Solid Bullets, shotgun shells, and Chain Bombs.

Although explosive shells filled with gunpowder were also available, due to the immature impact fuze technology, seven or eight out of ten would fail to detonate, which the Black Sail Pirate Group never used.

Just these aforementioned three types of cannonballs were terrifying enough.

Solid Bullets needed no explanation; they were leaps and bounds stronger than any catapult. One shot and, though not necessarily reduced to dust, one could say it would vanish in smoke and ashes.