NOVEL NEXT Chapter 5: The Traitor And The Marines Attack
Clatter!
A long sword pressed on Jamila's shoulder, causing him to swallow back the next words.
An urging voice came from the micro Den Den Mushi, but it stopped after a few breaths. It was obvious that the person on the other side also realized that Jamila might have been exposed.
Gawain glanced at the Den Den Mushi in Jamila's hand and said coldly: "Am I not good to you?"
Jamila seemed to accept his fate, put down the Den Den Mushi in his hand, and lowered his eyes: "You're very kind to me."
"But what you are doing now makes me very disappointed."
"Captain, do you know how many civilians die every year from pirates?"
"Did I attack civilians?"
"But you're a pirate!"
"So what?"
Gawain sneered: "Even if you haven't been with me for long, you should know that, apart from Lancer and the surrendered captives, almost all the people on this ship are civilians who have to go to sea because they can't pay taxes."
"Should they die?"
"I…"
Jamila was speechless for a moment, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
Gawain did not give him a chance and cut off his head with one slash.
Bang!
The headless corpse slowly fell to the ground; blood gushed out from the carotid artery and soon gathered into a pool on the ground.
Gawain looked at the corpse in front of him, his heart not wavering at all.
Jamila may have difficulties, but he had already made his choice when he betrayed him.
Just as Gawain was about to turn around and leave, a low, hoarse voice suddenly came from the miniature Den Den Mushi on the ground:
"Even if there is no news from Jamila, I know where you are, and I will crush your bones piece by piece."
The other party's voice was filled with absolute confidence as if he was stating a fact.
Gawain could tell that the owner of the voice was Morgan, who had severely injured his predecessor and was also the Marine Lieutenant who was now chasing him.
If his predecessor were here, he would probably have already started planning to escape, but the current Gawain is no longer the previous one.
He looked at the bloody sword in his hand, and a ferocious look flashed in his eyes: "Then I'll wait for you here!"
After saying that, Gawain stepped on the Den Den Mushi and crashed it into pieces.
Warm blood splattered on the ground and landed everywhere.
The next morning.
Jamila's body was discovered by the crew, and information about him being an undercover agent from the Marines gradually spread.
The pirate group was in a panic for a while.
At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that they had been working hard on their training during this period and had indeed made great progress compared to the past.
But there is still an insurmountable gap between them and the elite of the Marines, let alone Morgan.
What's more, the Marines have far more sophisticated equipment than theirs, making this battle even more impossible to fight.
In just a few minutes, some people had a mental breakdown and were crying loudly on the beach.
"Are the Marines coming?"
"Damn it!"
A frightened pirate cursed inwardly and looked towards the beach, but in the end, he only saw a stranded ship.
The hull was covered with scars, and the flag was still fluttering on the broken mast.
Several carrion vultures circled in the sky, looking around with sharp eyes. It finally slowly landed beside Jamila's body and greedily put its head into the abdominal cavity to peck at the soft internal organs.
The horrifying scene almost made the pirates who arrived here collapse.
"The mast is broken, and the keel is almost completely cracked. This ship can no longer sail. Is this really no way out for us?!"
"No!"
"It's not too late to build a ship now! As long as we can reach the nearby islands..."
"The nearest island is hundreds of miles away. Even if the ship can withstand the wind and waves, we can't stop the bloodthirsty Sea Kings."
Gawain did not hesitate to shatter everyone's last glimmer of hope and draw their attention.
Gawain, who killed Lancer with one sword and showed unprecedented strength, once brought them hope, but now everyone only felt powerless.
During this period of time, Gawain devoted himself to teaching the crew members swordsmanship.
Now that his injuries had barely healed, in the eyes of everyone, it was good enough that he could maintain his original fighting strength.
But even when he was in his peak condition, he had no choice but to die when facing Morgan.
Now, he's no match at all.
"Even you, captain, cannot compete with Morgan..."
A pirate shook his head in disappointment, and everyone else had the same attitude.
Gawain said nothing upon seeing this but walked silently to the side of the pirate ship, and the long sword at his waist instantly flashed a cold light in the air.
Boom!
After a sharp roar, a cloud of dust rose on the beach.
Gawain's voice came out from the smoke and dust slowly:
"Leave Morgan to me."
"You just need to practice hard before they arrive and increase your chances of survival as much as possible."
"This is not for me, but for yourself!"
As the sound landed, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
Everyone also saw the scene clearly in the distance, leaving them shocked and speechless.
This was because the pirate ship, which was tens of meters long, had now been neatly broken into two parts in the middle, and everything inside, including the keel, had been completely cut into two.
Cut the ship with one sword?
In their opinion, only the monsters active on the Grand Line can achieve such existence. At least the original Gawain could never do it.
"Is the captain so powerful?"
"No! The captain's strength had never been this strong before. He has become stronger during this period of time!"
"We all guessed wrong. He must have been working hard when no one knew about it!"
"He is the hardest-working person in the pirate group!"
Gawain was slightly stunned when he heard this; his face turned red, but he did not explain.
After all, the existence of the system was his biggest secret, and thinking this way would save them a lot of trouble.
The surrounding pirates gradually became excited.
"With this kind of swordsmanship, I can even fight against Morgan!"
The pirate who had just shouted about building a ship to escape looked at the chopped-off pirate ship, and his eyes lit up again.
The crowd, which had been gradually becoming agitated, suddenly quieted down and looked at Gawain with hope.
"Now go back and practice."
"Yes!"
At this moment, Gawain's prestige in everyone's hearts increased again, almost to an insurmountable level.
They picked up their swords and returned to their previous state of hard work, their bodies instinctively practicing every move they had learned from Gawain.
They even replaced the sticks and started practicing against each other.
Gawain looked at the people in front of him who had regained their faith, and suddenly, a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart.
In the manga, Moria attempted to become the King of the Pirates by relying on the power of his companions, which was completely wrong.
This is putting the cart before the horse.
Only when the captain himself is strong enough to repel all invading enemies can he unite the hearts of the pirates and create an invincible pirate group!
Time quickly passed, and it was already late at night.
In Gawain's mind, the familiar system prompt sound came again:
Swordsmanship: Level 5: (11/1,600) -> Swordsmanship: Level 5: (58/1,600)
Physique: Level 4: (366/800) -> Physique: Level 4: (418/800)
The swordsmanship and Physique's experience that Gawain gained that day doubled compared to before.
In the following few days, the experience points provided by everyone who was training like crazy basically remained around this level.
There are only less than 100 experience points left for upgrading the Physique.
… … …
A few days later, late at night.
The moon is high in the sky, the sky is full of stars, and the salty sea breeze brings a hint of coolness.
After finishing their practice, everyone was preparing to return to the mountains to rest. When they looked up, they saw red fireballs lighting up the entire night sky and countless shells falling on this deserted island like meteors.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
After a series of explosions, a raging fire broke out in the forest.
The heat wave rolled in, and the originally cool sea breeze now felt like a burning knife licking everyone's skin.
"The Marines are coming!"
… … ...
Under the night, a huge warship stood quietly on the sea, like a beast with its claws spread out.
A burly man stood on the bow, holding an axe.
If it's not Morgan, then who else could it be?