Chapter 1065 - Foul Play

Just like that, all over the town, several things were happening all at once, with some enemies noticing things but decided to stay back in the shadows.

No one wanted to stupidly sacrifice themselves when they didn't know much about the other side.

So everyone was playing things safe... Including the Baymardians, who were truly outnumbered out here.

But the enemy didn't need to know that they were outnumbered, did they?

They kept the illusion of Hamunaptra up, speaking only English with a few Pyron words, as well as showing odd their musical strengths for all to see.

With no guns or anything of that sort put in the open, their assassination and Shaolin skills were all many could see.

This hidden force was strong!

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And as time went by, the presence of the Baymardians was noticed by those on the sh.i.p.s.

~Din! Din! Din! Din!~~

"Assassins! Assassins! Assassins above!"

"Dammit! Who the hell would dare go against us?"

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

~Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

Killian and a few others on his team entered the dimly lit stairways of their targeted sh.i.p.s.

While a few others stood up the stairways, blocking the doors to the deck.

So one was going in or out.

Without a doubt, Killian was very much outnumbered, with hundreds coming at him.

But so what?

Very quickly, he took out both of his fans and began his dance.

~Slash!

"Ahhh!! My hands!

Bastard! You'll pay for this!"

~Slash!

"He's on the ceiling. Get him!"

~Slash!

"F***! I can't see! I can't see!

The bastard blinded me!"

~Slash!

"Broken tooth! Broken tooth!

Dammit! The bastard killed Broken Tooth!"

~Slash!

"My balls! My balls!

This bastard sliced off my balls!"

~Slash! Slash! Slash!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!~~~"

~Boom! Bam! Plop!

....

In the right dimly lit space, chaos reigned supreme, followed by the ghastly screams of many within.

He was so fast that by the time he passed them by, it was already too late.

Heads rolled, t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e.s rolled, and other vital parts that took a heavy toll on the enemy.

~Pffff~~

Blood splattered around, dying the already musty stained floor red.

~Plop.

Some dropped to the floor and held their lower parts in agony, wishing that they died instead.

Their bodies trembled like fish out of water as beads of sweat-drenched their foreheads and back.

Dammit!

It hurt like hell!

And a loud thumping pain forced its way into their heads, trying to crack them into pieces.

No! Their entire attention was now focused on their bottom parts.

Where did they have the time to think of something else?

F***! What were they supposed to do now with their lives?

How were they supposed to live without the bottom part there?

They gritted their bloody teeth unwillingly while starting heavenwards.

Dammit!

Why them?

What evil did they do to deserve such a punishment?

That was a MAN's pride, for heaven's sake!

With it gone, weren't they just b.a.r.e like women?

As proud Morgs, how could they live like this?

They hadn't even done it one last time before their opportunity was taken aware.

So how was this fair?

No! They had to get help and fix this problem no matter what.

There should be a healer that can do it, right? RIGHT?!!

~Grrrrrraahhhhh~~

The men who didn't have their heads cleanly sliced off or their hearts pierced, all growled in discomfort and agony.

Some had lost their t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e.s, while others had lost her balls... Or just one ball, making them feel unbalanced.

As of now, where did they have the mind to fight?

The pain was unbearable!

And the culprit or culprits that caused their predicament couldn't care less about their thoughts and proceeded to deal with their comrades.

Of course, those who hadn't tasted pain yet still rushed in.

"Get them! I don't believe that all of us combined won't be enough to kill these sons of b**ches!"

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~Slash! Slash! Slash!

Killian continued his murderous saga alongside a few others, fighting nonstop with almost no breathing room.

It was a complete jungle out here, and one false move could lead to their dooms.

In these tight claustrophobic hallways, event hands, weapons and objects were constantly reaching at them in hopes of taking them down.

It was like they were in the center of one of those Baymardian Zombie Apocalypse movies.

Specifically, they felt like they were in the Tv-series called the Founder of Diabolism, where sect members faced all sorts of demons and zombies coming back to life.

So with everyone reaching for them like swift zombies, the trick was to keep dancing in all positions, creating personal space or boundaries around one's self.

As well as kicking and sending dead bodies flying to open up the space.

"Ahhhh!!!"

~Slash! Bam! Bam! Pah!"

Killian kicked, danced and twirled with his bladed fans, sending his enemies flying while destroying them too.

His moves were ever so graceful, like a lone fairy dancing charmingly into the night.

One might be fooled by it all, that is... Until they see the heaps and heaps of destruction laying underneath this lone fairy.

And just like that, the number of hot-blooded pirates dwindled down.

Now, many weren't that foolish to just head straight on.

They looked on with hesitation while feeling helpless as well.

Just seeing their surviving comrades trembling on the ground and holding their bloodied lower parts, made them swallow large gulps of saliva nervously.

Lying trough! Who had they offended to get targeted by these monsters?

Even they, they were always found and arrogant, dared not step forward to have their lower regions tempered.

This was the worst punishment any man could face!

They had never witnessed such a scene before.

How many people target that part when fighting?

Even assassins didn't go that far.

That was worldwide foul play!!!

(T^T)

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