Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 496 On Blue Mountain Island, the Black Flag Rises (Edited from the end credits of the previous chapter)

"boom!"

"boom!"

All the cannons on the ironclad warship fired simultaneously, and the deafening roar echoed throughout the port of Blue Mountain Island.

The coastal artillery pieces built on both sides of the dike were immediately bombarded by intense artillery fire. At extremely close range, their weaker sides were hit, and these expensive and powerful cannons were thus completely destroyed.

"Keep firing! Keep firing!"

Anderson shouted, witnessing firsthand how the coastal artillery was reduced to rubble in an instant. Flames roared, the crimson light of destruction illuminating his eyes, and he felt his extraordinary abilities surging!
The arsonist's instincts kicked in, and he roared with joy within Anderson's body!

The port was in complete chaos. Initially believing it was a friendly attack, they were caught off guard and unable to mount any effective resistance. Soon, the last coastal defense gun was also engulfed in gunfire.

"Raise the flag and get the rest of the fleet over here!"

Anderson gave the order to his men, grabbed a stack of black cloth, and leaped off the bow of the ship.

"Boom! Boom!"

The cannons roared, continuing to destroy the dock's defenses. Finally, an officer led a squad up, and Anderson blasted a fireball into the ground in front of the squad. The intense heat and impact instantly overwhelmed them, and many soldiers rose in a daze, fleeing in terror.

"Get out of here!"

Anderson didn't want to abuse his extraordinary abilities to slaughter ordinary people, so he just kept firing flames to destroy the soldiers' will to resist. The remaining resistance forces at the dock finally began to retreat in disarray.

Although he had repelled the enemy, he did not stop and continued to advance toward his chosen goal.

A flagpole stands in the square in front of the dock, flying the flag of the Rothschild Islands colony—the upper left corner of the flag bears the emblem of the Royal Family of Loen, a vertical "sword of judgment" with a ruby ​​crown on the handle, and the main body is a deep blue background with eight stars surrounding it, representing the eight islands of the Rothschild Islands.

Anderson looked at the flag that symbolized royalty and colonization, raised his hand, and a burst of flame shot out.

"call!"

The flag was instantly engulfed in the blazing white flames and burned to ashes in a flash.

Anderson then grabbed the flagpole and nimbly climbed up to the top.

"Wow!"

He unfolded the black cloth he was holding and tied it to the top of the flagpole. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a black cloth at all, but a black flag—a black flag with a blood-stained skull against a pitch-black background!
The Blood Pirates' black flag flew over Blue Mountain Island!
The port was an important area of ​​Bayam, and the continuous cannon fire drew the attention of the island's residents. At that moment, many people witnessed firsthand the fall of the colonial flag and the raising of the pirate black flag!

Seeing this scene, the residents of Rune were naturally terrified, while the locals were incredibly excited.

"This is the will of the sea god!"

In the crowded and chaotic slum, Edmonton, a rebel with a blue sea serpent tattooed on his arm, was extremely excited. He said to Karat, who was sitting in a wheelchair, "First, He displayed His power at sea, and now He has even summoned a pirate crew to attack Bayam's port!"

"Karat, it's time for us to move out too! Let's join forces with those pirates and drive those damned Runes back into the sea to feed the fish!"

Inside the room were many local men, all with darker skin and slightly curly hair. They wore dark blue tarpaulins, and their exposed skin was smeared with varying amounts of red paint. Some had revolvers tucked into their belts, while others were carrying high-pressure steam rifles and pneumatic cylinder backpacks, all excitedly shouting that they were going to fire out together.

“I don’t think this is the right time.” Karat, in his wheelchair, looked grave. He had just reported “Red-Haired Elaine”’s information to “Sea God.” He had a deeper understanding of Bayam’s situation.

“These pirates are only here to plunder; they’ll be gone soon. The sea god’s majesty is also for other purposes. And Yann Courtman is stationed on this island. If we act rashly, it will only lead to failure.”

"You're too cowardly!"

Edmonton was furious, and the others shouted, "We won't let this opportunity slip away!"

Having said that, he ignored Karat's attempts to stop him, and led the men, weapons in hand, out of the building. He intended to gather the others and unite them to launch a resistance!
However, as soon as they went downstairs, they were blocked at the door by members of the Church of Storms.

These people, dressed in priestly robes with wave patterns, stood in the center of the slum, effectively blocking everyone's passage.

"Go back, don't cause trouble."

Alger, leading the team, spoke with a serious expression.

Seeing that they had been stopped on the spot, Edmonton's expression turned extremely ugly, and the rebels began to hesitate. Although most of them were armed, while the Storm Church on the other side were unarmed, this group exuded an irresistible aura of brutality, an aura like the raging sea, making them feel an instinctive sense of danger.

If a war breaks out here, they will undoubtedly suffer a crushing defeat!
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and countless local women, children, and elderly people peeked out from between the dilapidated building entrances, watching all this with worry.

".go back."

Edmonton's expression shifted repeatedly, but he finally gritted his teeth and addressed the other rebels. These men, equally indignant, stared into Alger's eyes and retreated step by step into the building.

"Bastard!"

In the crowd, someone spat on the ground and muttered curses at Alger, who had mixed-race features. Alger, however, remained expressionless, only his eyes flickered slightly.

"Keep an eye on them, and absolutely do not let the situation escalate."

He solemnly instructed his subordinates.

"Yes!"

The men shouted.

One of them couldn't help but whisper, "Boss, you've done a really great job this time. You actually guessed in advance that there would be trouble here."

Alger ignored him.

He merely made a reasonable deduction about the rebels' actions, and then used the actions of [Temperance] and [The World] to benefit himself.

Firstly, skillfully controlling the riot in its early stages would earn him an internal reward from the Storm Church; secondly, the rebels' actions were indeed futile, only wasting lives and depleting the "Sea God's" followers, which would also win him the favor of Mr. Fool; thirdly, placing himself here would avoid a direct confrontation with the Blood Monk, making him much safer.
In short, it's a win-win-win situation!

Regardless of how much the Hanged Man gained from this chaos, there is one person who is certainly extremely dissatisfied with the status quo.

"Damn."

Seeing the black flag being raised, Admiral Emilius was filled with rage, his anger almost tangible.

(End of this chapter)