Traveler in the Pirate World

The huge snake wrapped around the old man's body. It raised its head high and bit fiercely at the phantom of the city that was falling down above its head.

The two objects collided fiercely with each other amidst a loud bang. The powerful shock wave, like a sharp blade, broke the beams and pillars of the building. Countless pieces of rubble fell and the three-story luxurious hall collapsed.

The billowing smoke and dust surged in all directions like waves, with faint flashes of yellow-brown light and purple thunder visible in it.

The giant snake's fangs pierced into the city's phantom like sharp blades. Countless tiny lightning bolts were like venom injected into the prey's body, corroding towards Vilanze in the center of the phantom bit by bit.

But it was also overwhelmed by the terrible impact and pressure. The already violent thunder scattered like sharp whips, cutting neat cuts in the earth and rubble.

Vilanze above the old man's head suddenly smiled. He stretched out his arms, and deeper lightning leaped in his hands. In the rubble pile in the distance, there was a sudden sharp explosion, and a huge long-handled battle axe wrapped in lightning broke through the ground and fell directly into the old man's hands.

Vilanzer's pupils shrank when he saw this, and the golden magic book floating beside him opened to the second page. The magic elements representing light surged, but the old man's movements were obviously faster than his.

With muscles like taut bowstrings, the old man floated in the body of the giant snake, leaning back like a big bow, holding high the battle axe surrounded by lightning, and suddenly chopped at the huge phantom of the city.

This axe was like the opening of the sky. Along with a huge roar, the body of the Thunder Serpent trembled, and countless lightning bolts exploded in all directions. Its huge body became even more unstable for a moment.

At the same time, the phantom of the city that enveloped Vilanze, under the impact of this force, the originally stable rock elements shattered, and a huge crack appeared underneath. Countless thunders were like countless densely packed, intertwined and winding little snakes, devouring everything bit by bit.

Countless tiny thunderbolts spread towards Weilanze, and suddenly he was heard whispering, "Light Magic. The Second Magic Light of Order."

The second page of the magic book has been opened, and the golden light breaks through the flying dust. Straight beams of light shine out from the book.

The old man's heart skipped a beat and he quickly swung his axe to block, but he was only able to shatter a few beams of light that were aimed at his vitals. Several beams of light pierced straight through his waist, shoulders and thighs, and blood flowed out.

A tingling sensation came from under his feet, and the paralyzing effect of the electric current spread throughout his body. Vilanze looked down, but he didn't know when his ankle had been pierced by the lightning, and it continued to spread into his body, leaving his skin and flesh torn wherever it passed, and even deep cracks in his bones.

He raised his right leg high, with yellow-brown rock elements surrounding it, and took a sudden step down. This kick broke the thunder and also revealed the shadow of a gradually collapsing city. Vilanze pressed straight down towards the old man's face.

The old man's muscles were tense, and he actually used his muscles to break the light beams, which turned into golden light and were swallowed by the thunder. He loosened the long axe in his hand again, turned sideways, and punched out.

"Boom" a huge explosion sounded throughout the world, the originally unstable elemental creation was completely shattered, the thunder scattered on the earth, leaving a charred ground, and countless gravel was cut into powder.

The city was scattered like a meteorite falling to the ground, leaving deep pits on the ground and raising a lot of smoke and dust.

A figure covered in blood flew backwards, staining the sky with blood, splashing like rain, and crashing heavily into the ruins in the distance.

Where the two collided, a gust of wind swept through the smoke and dust, and only a dark deep pit was vaguely visible, with countless cracks on its edge.

The battle that took place in the mirror world was not noticed by most people. Mary held Lily's hand and happily ate candy cakes, shaking her head in excitement, and skipping around the streets at night.

Suddenly she looked up at the sky, the ground beneath her feet turned black and white, only people's bodies remained in color. A familiar sound of breaking air pierced the sky, followed by a huge explosion.

Smoke and dust rolled, and gunpowder rose everywhere. People fled in panic in fear, but they didn't know where to find peace. They could only scream and run. Countless people lost their families, and countless people were trampled into the mud. Peace was shattered at a blow, and the world turned into purgatory.

The renovated city walls were shattered, revealing the ancient black rock walls. The houses were blown down, leaving behind ruins. Flames ignited the night, and destruction befell.

Mary watched all this in a daze. It all happened too suddenly and too cruelly, leaving her at a loss as to what to do.

Outside the city of Rodsim, the brown land was occupied by neatly organized armies at some point. They were lined up on the high cliffs, with the muzzles of their huge cannons facing the city they were overlooking.

A red-haired figure in a black cloak stood upright. He was not tall, at least not in this world. He was only about 1.8 meters tall, and not very burly. He had a long sword hanging on his waist, and watched the war quietly.

A figure ran over in a hurry, but his steps were steady. "Reporting to the legion commander, news came from all sides that the entire city of Rodsim had been blocked, but our artillery fire seemed to have interfered with someone else's battlefield and was affected by space. The trajectory was deviated and we were unable to destroy the enemy's important armed strongholds."

"As expected, we are starting a full-scale bombing of Rodsim City. Your only mission is to destroy the entire city of Rodsim and everyone inside it." The man's voice was not very strong, but it was sonorous and powerful.

"As you command, Legion Commander Saint Fegaland Erens."

The messenger had no objection or questioning, even though they were about to kill nearly 100,000 civilians, and even though there was a so-called "informant" in the city who they had promised a noble title.

This was not only because the other party was his legion commander, but also because the person standing before him was the noble Celestial Dragon, a strong man with absolute military power, a descendant of the true controller of the World Government Army, and a member of the legendary Knights of God, the pinnacle of the Army.

The red-haired man did not look at the retreating soldiers, but quietly looked at Rodsim City and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Rodsim? What a respectable name. It's a pity that I have to destroy you."

In the charred pit, an arm covered in mud and blood grabbed its edge, and an old man with completely disintegrated armor crawled out of it. He stood up and looked at the burning city with anger in his eyes.

"How long are you going to lie down, Vilanzer?"

"Crash!" A bloody arm pushed aside the huge rubble, and Vilanzer stood up from the ruins. He also looked at the burning city, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Has this day finally come, World Government!"

He recognized the shells that fell from the sky. This kind of high-yield weapon, in this world, only the world government that represents the top of the world has such a terrible reserve. It is a power that can destroy a kingdom.

Suddenly, he seemed to be relieved, turned his head and looked at his teacher, and said, "From now on, you will be the 176th Lord of Rodsim City, Teacher!"

The old man was stunned by Weilanze's sudden and inexplicable words, and then he shouted angrily: "What do you mean, do you want to break your rules, Weilanze!"

Vilanzer did not answer, but continued to talk to himself. He seemed very relaxed, as if he had let go of something. He seemed to have been waiting for this day. "Do you remember the great flood I talked about when I was a child?"

"What are you talking about?" The old man couldn't understand Vilanze's expression at the moment.

"You will understand, teacher. I can feel that day is coming soon, but the World Government seems to have arrived earlier than it, and it is also to eliminate a group of bandits. Nothing can be more reasonable than this.

Take everyone you can and leave, teacher. Do you see that ancient palace? Behind it is the way to leave. There is everything I left behind, including everything I know.

We should have left a long time ago. After all, the power left by Rodsim can no longer protect us!" Vilanze looked at the old man quietly, and the old man looked at him. He didn't know why he felt that at this moment, the boy he had watched grow up had changed. Something was unloaded on his back, and something was growing wildly in his body and soul, which seemed a little... crazy.

"how about you?"

"Me? Of course I will stay and do what a city lord should do!" Vilanze smiled, and on his face covered in blood and dust, there was a smile that had not been seen for a long time.