Chapter 568.5: Legendary Sea Witch - Kraken
Noticing them, Maanhammer turned to Beelzebub, standing silently nearby.
A savage grin spread across Beelzebub's face.
To Maanhammer, it was oddly reassuring.
On the other fronts, barbarian soldiers, ignoring the chaos behind them, began climbing the walls with gritted teeth.
Their tools were crude—just ropes with hooks or even large bones.
Unable to wait for more troops, they climbed desperately.
But as soon as they reached the top, they met a row of spears.
With no armor, they barely deflected the front spearheads, only to be skewered from the sides.
Crack!
A hole burst through one's body—he fell instantly.
Many strong warriors could survive over ten cuts and still fight.
But once a hole opened in the torso, death was swift.
The barbarians who climbed up were quickly slain, their bodies piling atop one another.
Some powerful elite warriors didn't even get to shine before being slain by the modified soldiers.
The remaining foes were left to the rookies—dangerous but unable to break through.
The rotating waves of new soldiers soon tasted blood.
The longer the battle dragged on, the faster they grew.
Below the eastern wall—
The small-statured Wokou charged carefully, spreading out.
Though small, they were fast.
Standard cannons weren't very effective against them—they dodged too easily.
But Maanhammer wasn't worried. He looked eager to watch the show.
The agile Wokou, leaping up the 4-meter wall with a sprint.
Just as they climbed over—
A dark gray gale whooshed past.
The first pirate to crest the wall saw only a giant fist before everything went black.
Bam!
His shattered body flew back, hitting the beach with a splat—dead on impact.
Beelzebub retracted his fist, darted to the wall's edge, and casually punched again.
A sneaky head popped up—smack!—right into the punch.
Another corpse hit the ground.
The other Wokou, horrified, still gritted their teeth and climbed.
Beelzebub was only one man—he couldn't cover the whole wall.
But as they climbed up, blades awaited.
A dozen limp corpses fell, blood streaking across the wall.
The modified warriors stared coldly at the climbers.
Under the stunned gaze of Bay Territory soldiers, they dispatched enemies with a single blow.
Their superhuman physique crushed the frail Wokou—unstoppable destruction.
The Wokou climbed fast—and died even faster!
By the time the pirate general reached the dock to command, 700–800 Wokou had already fallen.
Watching another cannonball smash into a ship's midsection, the general couldn't bear to look at the holes—his eyes filled with unease.
Yet he knew—if the ships didn't draw fire, the cannonballs would land on the massing Wokou troops.
Normally, the loss of a hundred or so pirates was preferable to losing a ship built with immense effort and resources.
But not this time. Harsh orders from the Cole Elves demanded results.
Otherwise, not only would they fail to avenge themselves and erase their shame—
They might also face a cutoff of supplies from the Cole Elves.
Though the Wokou controlled a pirate island the size of a province and dozens of surrounding islets—
their resources were scarce, forcing them to rely on "help" from the Cole Elves.
Because of that, they were willing to cooperate with the Pfizer Merchant Guild and serve as Cole Elves' dogs.
Now was the time to prove the worth of those dogs!
Seeing the 3,000 gathered Wokou pirates, the general shouted without hesitation:
"We must attack—even if we die on the walls!"
Then, facing their ferocious eyes, he added with hope:
"Once we retake the stronghold, all plundered loot is yours!"
The Wokou pirates roared with renewed morale and charged under the general's command.
For these fools rushing to their deaths, Beelzebub didn't even bother with more than a light snort. He sternly addressed the nearby modified soldiers:
"Do not underestimate these monkey-faced bastards. Kill them directly—no prisoners, no survivors."
The other modified soldiers didn't reply, but Beelzebub knew they understood.
As waves of Wokou swarmed forward, Matthew, who had been waiting, stepped up to the wall's edge.
Gripping Thunder, Matthew casually waved his hand at the stunned Wokou.
Crack!
Bursting lightning surged forward, crashing into the ranks of Wokou like divine wrath.
It first struck an invisible high-tier Wokou pirate dead on, then jumped and arced, electrocuting another seven or eight nearby.
The terrifying lightning force tore through them without mercy.
"Ding, killed Wokou pirate, level 8. Gained 300 Destiny Points."
"Ding, killed Wokou pirate, level 6. Gained 100 Destiny Points."
"Ding, killed Wokou..."
Pulsing arcs of lightning danced in Matthew's hand.
Many Wokou stared at the display in terror.
They couldn't understand how this godlike lightning obeyed Matthew so easily.
Crack!
Bolts of lightning leapt outward, twisting and arcing among the Wokou.
Each strike claimed over a dozen lives.
In pure area damage, it couldn't compare to a Fireball Spell.
But this irregular attack filled the Wokou with sheer dread.
Life at sea made thunderstorms their greatest nightmare.
And now, Matthew stood as their storm incarnate.
Unleashing waves of destruction, he struck the Wokou again and again.
Their advance faltered, fear etched into their faces.
The pirate general, eyes locked on the towering Matthew, slowly drew his crimson-grooved blade.
When a nearby sentry let down his guard, the general cleaved his head off with a single strike.
Crack!
The head hit the ground, eyes wide open in disbelief, as if unaware of death.
The pirate general took a deep breath, wiped his blade clean, then held the head in both hands and muttered darkly:
"..."
Killing these Wokou always lightened Matthew's mood.
But now wasn't the time for joy—he kept his eyes on the battlefield, ensuring the defense held.
Frankly, Matthew was disappointed by the barbarians and Wokou's strength.
Even with Bay Territory going easy on them, they still made little headway.
Matthew wouldn't allow these idiots to breach the wall—Cole Elves or other spies were surely watching.
A proper show of strength would benefit Bay Territory's future.
The battle had reached a stalemate.
More accurately, the barbarians and Wokou were still throwing themselves into death's maw.
As the bodies piled up, a cold glint flashed in Matthew's eyes.
Yet he didn't strike—he wanted to see how many cards the Cole Elves had left.
As the top Kingdom of the northern continent, Matthew knew their strength.
If they hadn't self-destructed under disaster and evil gods, they wouldn't have fallen so fast.
The more cards they played, the better prepared Matthew could be—and safer for both him and Yaya.
This stronghold was a trap set by Matthew.
He, the modified warriors, elite soldiers, and ten roaming warships were all bait.
Now, would the Cole Elves bite?
The answer was obvious—they wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip.
The once-bright sky turned dark.
The calm sea began to churn.
A terrifying presence surged from the ocean, sending waves of dread through every living being.
Matthew calmly glanced out to sea, surprise flashing in his black eyes:
"The Cole Elves really are going all out."
Hearing this, Maanhammer gulped, wiping sweat from his brow as he nervously asked:
"What the hell is that thing? Why is it so terrifying?"
"If only my Grand Marshal's Glory Cannon were ready—I'd show it something!"
Matthew gave him a look, nodding slightly at the dwarf's courage.
But he knew this guy was all talk—he'd definitely seen the monster.
If he didn't gulp down three pints and fake a fit, it meant he hadn't seen it clearly.
More than the legendary sea monster itself, Matthew focused on the crazed, eerie aura—it felt disturbingly familiar.
He pondered a moment, then raised a brow and stroked his chin:
"Don't tell me... the legendary sea monster Kraken is one of the Cole Elves' pawns?"
The Kraken—one of the most infamous horrors of the sea.
Known as the top ruler among the Caribbean's Three Kings.
Even most legendary monsters were no match for it.
Players first heard of it when it single-handedly destroyed a 20-ship ocean fleet.
Only thanks to the players' ability to resurrect was its info leaked.
At first, many thought it a myth, just players boasting.
But as players grew stronger and explored the seas, Kraken encounters increased.
It became a whispered legend.
Until one lucky survivor escaped and drew its form.
Only then was its existence accepted.
A monstrous being with a giant's body and a shark's head.
Instead of fins, it had over ten powerful tentacles for arms and weapons.
Standing over ten meters tall, it dominated both sea and land.
Just imagining it sent shivers down one's spine.
Matthew was certainly shocked by its arrival.
As far as he remembered, the Kraken wasn't controlled by anyone.
Its appearances were random and unpredictable.
Especially during the Age of Calamity.
When even the Cole Elves faced extinction.
If they could've controlled Kraken, they wouldn't have wasted such a powerhouse.
By then, the Kraken had evolved into a terrifying demigod.
Matthew would rather avoid fighting such creatures.
Too risky, with little gain.
But right now, he had no choice.
Thunder surged around him.
As he unleashed more lightning at the Wokou—
Each bolt killed another twenty or thirty enemies.
The ease with which he harvested lives left deep fear in the hearts of the Wokou.
And perhaps, that lightning caught Kraken's attention.
The enormous shadow beneath the waves slowly approached the dock.
Matthew never believed in coincidence—Kraken's arrival had to be Cole Elf trickery.
As the monstrous shark head surfaced, a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
A legendary foe made for excellent training.
Besides, Matthew needed to show some "threat"—draw out the Cole Elves' hidden hands.