After going into the sea, I met the witch lady

Chapter 47 [Bard] and War Poetry

The sword light was like lightning, arriving in an instant.

"Ding--!"

There was a crisp sound of metal, and along with the spreading spiritual ripples, a figure appeared in front of Lord Slop, blocking the blow with the long black sword in his hand.

The man in black clothes and the black sword is none other than "Sword Master" El.

The sword attack failed, and the attacker did a deft backflip and landed on the deck.

Wearing a silver women's chainmail shirt and holding a silver stabbing sword, the girl's eyes were as indifferent as ice, without any trace of emotion.

Looking at the girl, "Swordsman" El's eyes were extremely solemn. At this moment, his hands holding the sword in front of him were trembling slightly.

The thrust was just at the weak point of his long sword, just a tiny bit away from destroying his posture.

Such superb swordsmanship...

"Who are you? Among the pirates in the offshore area, there is absolutely no one like you!"

El's voice was full of solemnity.

Standing behind El, Lord Slop, who narrowly escaped with his life, gasped in shock.

At that moment, he really thought he was going to die.

At this moment, he was extremely lucky that he had invited "Sword Master" Yier to help him, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

And after the fear passed, what followed was incomparable rage...

How dare you, a mere pirate, how dare you!

Lord Slop flipped his wrist, and an antique harp appeared in his hand. Along with the surge of spirituality, a melodious sound of the harp began to drift.

Under the influence of the sound of the piano, "Swordsman" Il's momentum increased significantly, and the marines behind him also became excited. They drew out the weapons from their waists and roared excitedly: "Kill!"

This is the core ability of the first-level profession [Bard] in the "Poet Path". Its name is [War Psalm]. When the sound of the piano passes by, the friendly party will receive a large gain, while the enemy will be slowed down and mentally weakened. Negative effects such as irritability and spiritual sluggishness.

The [First-Level Bard]'s frontal combat ability is the weakest among all First-Level professionals, but in terms of auxiliary ability alone, it is the undisputed number one!

On the deck, the pirates who had no fighting spirit in the first place became even weaker after being affected by the sound of the piano. If it were not for the restraint of the curse seal, they might have fled on the spot.

In fact, most pirates have a natural fear of the navy.

In terms of individual equipment, ship performance, discipline, cooperation... in all aspects, compared with the navy, the pirates are indeed not even a motley crew.

Cecilia frowned slightly.

The sound of [The Bard]'s piano is indeed very disgusting.

At this time, "Sword Master" El moved.

A glimmer of spiritual light appeared all over his body, and his body actually became a little blurry at this moment.

"Thorn..."

That was the sound caused by the sharp friction between clothes and air.

"Ding!"

Cecilia's expression remained unchanged, and she quickly pointed the stabbing sword in her hand to the side, using offense instead of defense to stop the rapidly attacking Il.

The exquisite timing of this sword shocked El's eyes.

He had to change his sword stance and block the thrust, thus avoiding being pierced by the sword. Il's expression was extremely serious.

He could feel that the strength and speed of the girl dressed as a knight did not exceed the level of a first-level professional. However, the opponent's rich combat experience and exquisite swordsmanship were beyond the reach of a first-level professional. Most second-level professionals are not necessarily comparable.

Such a terrible opponent...

"Swordsman" Il vaguely regretted agreeing to Lord Slop's invitation to help.

It's a pity that there is no turning back arrow when the bow is drawn.

Now that we have become enemies, we can only fight to the death!
  "Sword Master" El's eyes calmed down, and he slashed out with the long sword in his hand.

This sword seemed ordinary, but as the strike progressed, the white light on it became thicker and thicker.

"Charged Slash" is a simple and unpretentious long sword [sword skill]. Through special skills, seemingly ordinary slashes have the effect of "charging", and can exert nearly [-] times the power of the slash. Power, very useful in actual combat.

Cecilia's eyes moved slightly, and the stabbing sword in her hand was thrust out, like a silver snake emerging from the water. It was difficult to see the trajectory clearly with the naked eye, but it arrived first and struck in front of Il's face.

"clang!"

If he continues to use slashes, the stabbing sword will have penetrated the center of his eyebrows before his sword blade touches the enemy. In the moment of crisis, even if El is feeling aggrieved, he will have to take the initiative to interrupt his attack again. [Sword Skill], switch from offense to defense.

"Ding--"

The powerful stabbing force forced El to take several steps back, his hands trembling.

What made him more uncomfortable than the backlash of internal injuries after actively interrupting the [Sword Skill] was the psychological aggravation.

As a well-known swordsman in Silver Moon Bay, he was actually being teased with a stabbing sword while being applauded. This feeling... made him almost crazy.

But in his anger, the quality of the swordsman also allowed El to think about one thing calmly - there is a high probability that he is no match for the knight girl in front of him.

It was just a move. If it weren't for the blessing of [War Psalm], he might not have been able to transform the move in time, and the only effect that could not be transformed was death.

The confrontation between cold weapons is like this. It doesn't look very gorgeous, but every move contains deadly murderous intent.

Looking at the knight girl standing in front of her with a sword in her hand but strangely not pursuing her, Il had doubts in his mind. At this moment, he heard the sound of falling to the ground one after another from behind.

"Puff! Puff!"

El quickly glanced behind him with the corner of his eye, and the scene in his eyes made his pupils shrink sharply.

I saw that the originally wooden deck was now covered with dark blue veins. It was like a huge spider web, and all the navy trapped in it were like poor mosquitoes that accidentally got into the spider web, covered with dark blue "spider silk" No matter how hard he struggled, it was all to no avail. He couldn't even scream, and he could only fall to the ground helplessly.

Unknowingly, the only people who came from the White Dove were himself and Lord Slop, who had not been harmed by the "Dark Blue Spider Web".

A long-lost sense of fear arose in El's heart.

He had never heard of such a dark blue power that was seemingly spiritual. He had never seen it before.

"Boom..."

A dull sound came from behind.

I saw a young man appearing on the rear bulwark at some unknown moment, jumping lightly, landing on the deck, carrying an exaggerated sword that was almost the same height as him, and walked step by step towards Lord Slop. .

He didn't look strong, not much different from ordinary people, and even judging from his fair and smooth skin, he was a nobleman who rarely experienced wind and sun.

But it was such a "delicate" young man who actually gave El and Lord Slop a sense of seeing a ferocious monster face to face when he stepped forward.

(End of this chapter)