Black Sail

The demented giant swung a broken board from the ship’s rail in a sweeping motion, easily overpowering the resurrected corpses under Fen’s command, who weren’t a match at all. With a powerful fling, a rattling stream of two or three dozen resurrected corpses were all turned into meat paste, unable to take further action.

Even when swarms of resurrected corpses clambered onto the giant’s body, their bites and swings of axes and swords didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest.

Batches of resurrected corpses were dispatched with ease.

Fen’s strategy had utterly failed. His original intention was to have these resurrected corpses entangle the more than twenty priests to make it easier for Wolman and Haywood to take action, as they were at a significant disadvantage.

Seeing the situation worsening by the moment, with pirates standing on the deck only to be sent down to certain death, they fired their flintlock guns at the priests below. However, the bullets were ineffective against the priests’ heavy armor, merely leaving superficial marks.

Despite this, the resurrected corpses weren’t completely useless. Along with Wolman and Haywood, they had bought enough time.

The Chain Bombs for Lord Fuma Keqing’s chain mace were now fully loaded.

Fen had a plan in place. Without the need to resort to the Netherworld Stele, the outcome was already decided.

The giant was simply holding on through sheer willpower; he had been heavily wounded by shotgun blasts from the cannons, and all that was needed was a final blow.

Although they couldn’t adjust the trajectory directly, a volley from all eighteen cannons ensured that the giant would be hit, no matter his size.

"Fire!"