Black sail

Chapter 704 LXXXIV. A Frenzied Pleasure

Shackles were also put on him, and the chains scraped against the stone path, each dragging mark making Micah's shoulders feel heavier, as if he were carrying the shadow of all death.

Micah's face remained completely unmoved.

Undeniably, I have reached the end of this road; this is the price I have to pay for showing off in front of Qili.

Regret is useless.

That kiss was infinitely more pleasurable than blaspheming the Holy Spirit.

"That's really bold."

Lockhart, who was holding Micah, couldn't help but look at him with new respect. Anyone else would have wet their pants in fear. What was this guy laughing at?
Micah was quickly escorted out of the passage by the fully armed Imperial Guard.

First came a blinding flash of light.

As the light faded, the entire venue became clear again. The stares of those eyes were like a frozen lake, and the bone-chilling cold seemed to seep in as countless transparent nooses.

The top 16 contestants, dignitaries from various countries, spectators, members of the military government, religious cultists, Phoenix...

Everyone was staring at him intently.

The chilling fear of imminent death gradually solidified, overshadowing the earlier ecstasy.

but……

Regret is useless.

Violent pleasure will inevitably lead to a violent end.

Zote's coffin was unveiled and displayed for only a few seconds before it was closed by the paladins of the Eternal Order and hastily dragged backstage.

But everyone understood the purpose of that breaking news.

This grand gift was presented by the infamous madman of the East China Sea.

Wang Ting can no longer remain silent; he must now make a statement!
After Lister and his gang dealt with Zote, should their good deeds be considered balanced, or should they be killed without hesitation?

Li Si Te also deeply understood that since the train case last year, all the pursuits by the Royal Court of Aran had been projects for the bloated and inefficient military government to make money, and had not been taken seriously.

If the Wang Ting leadership really takes this seriously, even a hundred Heavenly Ports would be hard to withstand. Those who know when to back down will retreat to advance, and for now, they can only offer tactical appeasement.

Even if this reassurance is in the form of a threatening gesture like sending a coffin.

Micah, being held back by Lockhart, passed through one round of sixteen contestants after another.

Louis, White Star, and the others were all speechless. Sending a coffin to the Emperor? He's the most ruthless person in the Western Continent. To be honest, dying on the spot is the best outcome. He'll be in the Northern Prison.

Kaden's eyes widened, and in his mind, Ge Liheng cursed several times. Li Site's game was something she really couldn't handle; it was too damn high-level.

She's never been one to back down from anyone in her life. Diaz was just a sucker she used to make money. Now, she only respects this doctor with tattoos on his face.

No, what kind of drug did Lisite give you that makes you actually go for it?
When passing through Salert.

This has completely stunned Sallet, that man of few words. Theoretically, now is the time for me to explain what Lisite is thinking and to bring Lisite back to me.

But now everything's in chaos. You didn't leave, boss?

Salert stepped forward as if to say something.

Micah simply gave him a look, signaling him not to do anything. If all the bronze medalists in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament had submitted their entries, then all of them would have submitted theirs.

Finally, Micah was brought before Gerdrey, facing the Royal Seat. Lockhart kicked him, and Micah immediately fell to his knees under the force.

All sounds retreated to the edge of nothingness, the air was dominated by a cold and chilling atmosphere, and all the flowers and gold leaf carried the scorching heat of death.

The scene was eerily quiet. Not only was the venue, which housed tens of thousands of people, unusually silent, but even whispers were rare.

The situation was completely out of Phoenix's control. He remained frozen on his throne, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair, wanting to stand up but unsure of what to say.

The descendant of the Overlord, the corpse of Zote—his mind was no longer functioning properly.

The heads of these departments of the military government were all seated, their expressions quite interesting; it was truly a sight to behold.

Cicero was furious. This was the first time since the founding of New Aran that such a disrespectful act against the royal court had occurred. Phoenix couldn't handle it, so he had to deal with it personally.

Before he could speak.

With quick reflexes, and to avoid giving anyone cause for criticism or damaging the dignity of the Papacy, Kiande was about to chop off Micah on the spot!

A sudden sword strike, more devastating than rolling thunder.

A muffled clang.

Lockhart parried the attack.

The two martial arts champions were locked in combat, so fiercely that even the wind dared not gather its shape, and chaotic air currents swirled everywhere. If Micah were to die now, it would be an utterly disastrous blunder that would be impossible to salvage.

Just like the case of the head of the secret service for witch hunts in the past, this is a serious matter that must be tried publicly to serve as a warning to others.

A whole contingent of royal guards, royal knights, and royal troops descended to protect Micah. He must not die before either Lord Phoenix or Lord Cicero Augustus gives the order.

Kiand's face turned ashen, and the paladins, the Sword of Time, and the Tribunal Canned Food behind him also rushed forward.

The scene was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

However, the high priest at the church's special seat waved his hand, signaling to Kiand not to act recklessly. It was for the best. After so many years of relentless pursuit by the royal court, they still hadn't caught him. Now, a bunch of pirates had killed him. It was time to see how the royal court would handle the aftermath.

Kiand looked at Lockhart with disdain, sheathed his sword, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

The plot twists and turns leave Ben, dressed in court attire, dumbfounded, his heart pounding like a rollercoaster. "Master Mai, you're not dead yet?"

"Stop it, all of you. The entertainment that this madman from the East Sea has brought to the mainland martial arts competition is truly astonishing. Now tell me how you did it and how you managed to deceive everyone."

Cicero suppressed his anger, stood on the high platform, and questioned Micah.

Qili also chased after them from the dressing room, but she only stood at the edge of the stands, resting her hands on the railing, looking at the men on the field.

The coffin-carrying personnel are needed to explain the process of opening the coffin.

The atmosphere, like that of an execution ground, pressed down on him like a mountain. Micah was also extremely uneasy, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and his tongue was tied in knots.

This is not the end! I must survive.

I had to come up with the most meticulous and watertight wording, but after thinking for almost ten seconds, I couldn't come up with a single word.

With so many people watching, this mess needs to be cleaned up quickly; even a mute person has to speak up immediately.

Lockhart kicked again, the force so great that it shook Micah's internal organs. Micah was kicked so hard that he vomited a puddle of water and could only stammer out whatever came to mind.

Sallet stared intently.

“We…we killed Zote in Muron, eliminating this great scourge of old Aran, and hope to atone for our crimes through meritorious service…”

Micah hadn't finished speaking.

Cicero didn't want to hear that. He gestured for them to stop. He didn't want to hear whether Lister and his gang were trying to establish their authority or feign weakness. The Royal Court's attitude would not be swayed by a bunch of lowly pirates. Their dignity would not tolerate any challenge. He gave Lockhart a thumbs-down, signaling him to kill him.

There was a click.

With a single sword strike, Micah's head flew more than ten meters through the air, blood gushing from the severed neck, along with strange black iron filings.

The dark magic runes tattooed all over her body also scattered and exploded, forming a passage from Kalilahos' Annihilation Domain to the present world.

Ghost Eye foresaw this out-of-control scene.

Micah was kicked so badly that he vomited a puddle of water, and could only say whatever came to mind.

"I...we..."

Before Micah could finish speaking...

Although Sallet was not particularly cunning, he roughly figured out what was going on. Since Cicero wanted Micah to speak, it meant he only wanted to hear the details and wouldn't care about anything else. The royal court was not a place for a pirate leader like Lister to use both carrot and stick tactics.

The underlying logic is as follows.

But actually...

Wang Ting had already been put in an awkward position by Li Site's actions. The idea of ​​redeeming himself through meritorious service would only put Wang Ting back on the spot. There was no way to talk about it. The anti-imperialists and foreign guests in the audience were all watching the spectacle.

Cicero is now acting as Aran's face, and Micah has no say in things he can do. He can only speak objective facts, not his stance or intentions.
Now, it's Cicero who needs... Micah to give him a way out!

Of all the foreseen possibilities, this is the only method.

Sallet stepped forward.

The gloomy, manic atmosphere was terrifying; everyone longed for a violent end.

With Salert's blood relatives as hostages, Lisite had no choice but to step forward and speak despite the immense pressure.

“I have a deep-seated hatred for Li Si Te and his gang, so I participated in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament, hoping to obtain an official position to lead troops to attack Heavenly Port. Whatever Li Si Te wants to do cannot change the fact that they are a bunch of desperados. You had better tell me the whole story.”

Sallet reminded Micah.

Micah's back was soaked with sweat as he desperately tried to understand the meaning behind Salert's words.

Black Sword Netherflame made a throat-slitting gesture to Salert, telling him to shut up, otherwise it wouldn't matter if he was the third-place winner or the champion.

Micah's throat tightened, and he had to reorganize his thoughts before speaking.

(End of this chapter)