Black Sail

Beneath the boundless canopy of the black sky roamed harsh flashes of lightning, occasionally followed by loud booms of thunder, casting a long shadow over the Holy Spirit at Heaven Port under the torrential rain.

Mad, vivid, and sinuously dancing ceiling tentacles swept violently across the fragmented sea surface, attacking anyone trying to come near.

Standing at the top of the massive ship, also at a commanding height, Doringger looked down upon Heaven Port.

It was almost over.

Although the Third Front, the support from another fencing magnate, the Personal Guard, and three Guests had been wiped out by enemy reinforcements, as long as Doringger was still there, victory was already secure.

Under his oppression, all rebel morale had collapsed; rebels fleeing to both sides, though their generals were still resisting stubbornly, most of their soldiers had already lost their will to fight, being chased down and killed by the Heavy Cavalry.

The troops led by Horace and the Dead Duke Pirate Group, along with a host of Champion Pirate groups that had been incorporated, had converged their main forces and flanks, rapidly retreating to the Third Front, where they would be completely annihilated.

The Outer City had already become a ruin of broken walls, and the Inner City had also been affected, destroying many buildings, with flames reaching skyward carrying countless ashes, and the soil was scorched black.

Unexpectedly to Doringger,

someone did indeed make their way here generously to face death, a commendable bravery.

The coast was littered with the wreckage of ships swept up by giant waves, along with fragments of piers that could accommodate thousands of ships, resembling a graveyard of sunken ships.