Chapter 1563: Battle Time!

Red Beard squinted his eyes at the guard posts scattered about.

Maybe he was overthinking things. But to confirm things once and for all, he had to inch in closer.

With that, he lowered his head back into the water.

On the dark sandy sh.o.r.es, a silhouette rolled his wet body on the sand and stealthily ran across the plains, only lightly touching the ground.

His technique was flawless, and his actions impressive

1, 2, 3...

He reached the frost guard post, leaning against the poles/pillars that held the post high.

There was even a zig-zag stairway that led 2 stories high before converging into a single ladder that one would have to climb to get to the top.

Very well, then.

Red Beard took his first step on the metal stairway.

If it were someone else, their footsteps clanging on the metal stairway would have alerted those above.

But Red Beard's light work was once again at play.

They climbed the stats, as well as the ladder following it. But when he finally reached the top, he had a long face with black lines.

(-_-)

... What were these idiots talking about? Aren't they supposed to be doing their jobs and looking out to sea?

Looking at the transparent gla.s.s, though he had already heard the reports and had seen the compact mirror his spots showed him, the scene before him still left his eyes bulging.

Nonetheless, he still frowned.

Why?... Why was

Well, anyway, all this will soon belong to Morgany.

So he wasn't going to worry his head on it now.

Who knows... In future, he'll remodel his home to have a few of these features too.

Seeing all this only made him angrier about how courageous these Baymardians were to steal precious Morg technology and use it in hiding.

Despicable!

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Red Beard leaned stealthily, stretching his blade before him and using it as a mirror to see into the s.p.a.ce.

Eh?

He could. Hear them speaking. So why weren't their figures showing on his blade?

Red Beard froze.

It shouldn't be what he was thinking, would it?

He raised his blade above his figure, finally seeing the guards.

Only they were playing on the ground rather than sitting.

Of course!

If they were seated, wouldn't they have at least bothered to check up on their surroundings?

The 3 fools were drinking and eating on the floor while telling ridiculous stories.

Their faces were flushed so red it convinced him they had been drinking for long.

Morons!

Red Beard felt it ridiculous he had worries earlier.

Just as his men had said, these imbeciles were too reliant on the other empires to keep them safe.

Down he went to the other posts.

The next one had a sign on the day that said on sick duty.

This time, the walls were covered with metal sheaths, no longer the see-through transparent windows.

So does that mean whenever the post was empty, they covered the windows with these metal walls?

He listened carefully but heard nothing coming from within.

No lights, no movements... Nothing.

Red Beard was starting to think this would be the easier mission in his life, right after the Omanian one.

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Alright.

Down he went once more, mining towards 2 other guard posts.

One was again closed for silly reasons while another was open, but he could see people sleeping at their desks, snoring so loudly he could hear it while climbing up.

Walking about the sh.o.r.es, moving closer to the strange fence far inward, he still didn't see anyone or any peculiar defenses.

... It was official.

These Baymardians had lost it!

What sort of weak defenses were these?

Even after capturing the enemy, he planned to knock them severally in the head.

Of course to Red Beard, this wasn't the first time seeing such a defenseless place.

Please!

Morgany has moved across this world, shaping and infiltrating every place because they were weak.

Red Beard's problem was that these people had the chance to defend themselves, unlike many.

So you built a good wall (fence), got into contact with other Pyno empires, formed an alliance, and even acquired stolen technology from Morgs... So why didn't you improve your defenses?

Never in his life had he seen people so lazy like these Baymardians.

It was like seeing trouble-free gold before you but refusing to take it.

Red Hair looked about the sandy sh.o.r.es in scrutiny. And after confirming these Baymardians were no threat to them, he finally lifted his blade and signaled the s.h.i.+ps.

Yeah.

What was he thinking?

How could these Baymardians have known of Morgany's plans?

This plan had been decided months and months ago. And their a.s.signments had been sent out to them swiftly by the elite of the elites.

So how could these lowlifes know?

Even after getting the secret message, he burnt it before his eyes.

Additionally, all those a.s.signed to this mission had been with him from the very start.

As protocol, everyone was to keep an eye on everyone even though they were 'brothers,' members of the same crew.

Everything Red Beard inwardly spoke was just to calm his uneasy heart.

Why?...

He frowned deeply.

Why was it that even till now, his heart was still restless?

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--On the s.h.i.+ps--

"Look! Look over there! That's the leader's signal!"

Someone whispered, and the group knew exactly what to do next.

Sail forth as quietly as possible!

Good.

The men all smiled wickedly.

"Keep a good vigil. Until we dock, we're not in the clearing yet." The second in command whispered, and his words were also whispered about the crew person by person until the nearby s.h.i.+ps got word.

The sail ropes were pulled, the slaves underneath were whipped, and those ready to fight clenched their weapons fiercely.

One of the men took a deep whiff, murmering several words excitedly.

"Aye... I can almost smell the blood of the Baymardians on my sword."

1, 2, 3.

~Bam!

Their s.h.i.+ps had finally docked.

Battle time!!