"Follow me!"
Duncan fired more than ten cannon shots in succession, blasting the pirate coalition into disarray. He then directly picked up a heavy battle axe, and as he landed on the ground, a gust of deathly wind was unleashed. Wherever he went, the air was filled with the stench of blood and rain; dismembered limbs were scattered. Behind him, Crete went into a frenzy, single-handedly chasing after and slaying dozens of people.
"Grandfather is still reliable!"
Duncan threw the battle axe from his hand, whistling as it pierced through the air, and split the skull of a leader marked as a five-star whiteboard on the spot.
At some point, Annie Potter's men had charged out, all howling excitedly.
Even she couldn't hold back her surging emotions, drawing out her thin sword. Like a gust of sweeping wind, she astonishingly swiftly killed nearly ten people consecutively.
"Glory!"
"This is fucking glory! This is fucking battle!"
