Chapter 50: The Pirate King of the Seven Seas
Unit 107 charged into Bettel City, engaging in street battles and close-quarters combat with the Nazi army.
With superior weaponry and numbers, the Allied forces swiftly took control of large sections of the city.
Meanwhile, Steve's combat prowess was on full display—charging ahead like an unstoppable force, leading the team to destroy enemy fire points.
Allen was still lying on Nanaue's head, plugging its nostrils with both hands to prevent it from going berserk from the scent of blood.
"Nanaue, follow Steve."
Watching Steve's heroic performance, Allen's expression was filled with pride—like a father pleased with his eldest son's accomplishments.
The process of eliminating the Nazi forces went surprisingly smoothly.
Facing imminent defeat, most ordinary soldiers sensibly chose to surrender.
According to international conventions, surrendered soldiers were merely detained, not executed.
Of course, whether or not they were mistreated was another matter—after all, with so many captives, there were bound to be some troublemakers who needed to be put in their place.
"Captain, we've found a heavily guarded location in the southern part of the city. We can't break through."
A communications officer approached Steve.
"Lead the way immediately."
Steve agreed without hesitation.
Upon arrival, they found a castle-like structure.
The enemy soldiers guarding it wore metal armor and wielded weapons resembling the beam cannons on fortress walls, except miniaturized into rifle form. The laser beams they fired were highly penetrative—hiding behind thick walls offered no protection, as the shots still punched clean through. The Allied soldiers dared not advance recklessly.
Zap!
A laser pierced through a wall, grazing Nanaue's arm and leaving a scorched wound.
Allen blinked and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
Nanaue replied blankly.
Realizing that even Nanaue's bulletproof skin couldn't withstand the lasers, Steve immediately recognized the danger and shouted, "Fall back!"
Although Steve had immense physical strength, his defense was nowhere near Nanaue's level, so he couldn't afford to be reckless.
"Nanaue, cover your own nose."
Pop! Pop!
Allen withdrew his fingers and stealthily observed the enemy. He quickly identified a critical weakness and sneered, "Seriously? In this day and age, they're still using wired biubiu guns?"
Every Nazi soldier's weapon was connected to an energy supply via a cable.
In short—cut off the power supply, and their weapons would be useless.
"Shit, time to activate Berserker Blood Fury mode again."
Allen turned around and saw Nanaue's eyes gradually turning bloodshot.
Nanaue was trying hard to cover its nose, but its short arms just couldn't reach.
"Don't worry—physical isolation."
Allen took off his shoes, balled up his socks, and stuffed them into Nanaue's nostrils. The redness in its eyes quickly faded.
"Wait for my signal."
With that, Allen moved into the castle.
Steve tried to stop him, but Allen disappeared around a corner in the blink of an eye.
A bewildered Nanaue looked left and right, panicking when it couldn't find Allen.
"Nanaue, lower your head."
Steve, grimacing in disgust, pushed the exposed sock further into Nanaue's nose.
At this moment, Allen casually strolled into the castle.
With invisibility active, there was no need to sneak around—no one could see him anyway.
Inside, energy cables were neatly arranged, extending out to power the soldiers' weapons outside.
Following the cables, Allen soon found the energy device—a three-meter-tall cylindrical machine glowing with an icy blue light.
Researchers from Pioneer Tech were busy packing up their materials, preparing to evacuate Bettel City.
"Cologne, forget about the test subject. That thing is getting weaker and weaker—it's not worth the effort anymore."
"Motter, there must be a way to restore its strength! It's our only chance to develop something that surpasses the super soldier serum."
Two lead researchers were arguing fiercely.
It seemed they were debating whether to abandon a certain test subject.
Allen glanced at Cologne, then at Motter.
Smack!
He backhanded the loud one.
Motter's face burned with pain and numbness.
Both researchers turned their heads in unison, staring at the suddenly materialized Allen.
Who the hell is this guy?
Why is he interfering in our argument?
"Injustice deserves a slap—justice must be upheld."
Allen felt a strong sense of righteous duty.
Of course, he hadn't forgotten his main objective. He pulled out the watermelon knife strapped to his waist.
Since Steve didn't want the Three Thousand Deaths blade, Allen had no choice but to equip himself.
"Chop! Chop! Chop!"
He began hacking at the energy device.
Sparks flew.
"Stop him! That lunatic is destroying the energy reserve!"
Cologne shouted, ordering the researchers to intervene.
For safety reasons, firearms weren't allowed in the lab to prevent accidental explosions. So, they grabbed whatever they could find as weapons.
They thought that, with their numbers, they could easily subdue a single madman.
"Blinding Sand!"
Allen used physical magic—throwing a bottle of sand into the air.
"Agh! My eyes!"
"It burns! I can't see!"
"Dammit, my eyes are on fire! Someone get water!"
The researchers clutched their faces in agony, snot and tears streaming uncontrollably.
"The sand was fried with chili powder—nice and spicy, huh?"
Allen continued hacking at the device, muttering, "Chop! Chop! Chop!"
"Stop, you psycho!"
Motter grabbed a wrench and charged forward.
Smash!
A beer bottle shattered over his head, blood splattering.
Three Thousand Deaths—Beer Bottle Edition.
Allen turned his gaze to Cologne. He lifted his coat, revealing several more beer bottles tucked into his belt, and declared,
"One bottle clears the mind, two bottles keep you awake, three bottles grant immortality—oh yeah!"
Smash!
Another beer bottle exploded against Motter's head, sending a spray of blood into the air.
"Why me again?!"
Motter winced in pain, clutching his wound to stop the bleeding.
"Dr. Allen recommends a full treatment course."
"Hit him instead! Not me!"
Smash!
The third beer bottle sent Motter collapsing to the ground, eyes rolling back.
"You're insane!"
Seeing his colleague possibly dead, Cologne turned and bolted.
Whip!
"Aaargh!"
In the next second, Cologne fell flat, writhing like a worm.
Three Thousand Deaths—Ultimate Euphoria Whip.
"Chop! Chop! Chop!"
BOOM!
A surge of blue energy blasted through the ceiling, blowing open a massive hole.
The tenth strike had released all the energy accumulated from the previous nine.
Allen had no idea which part he had destroyed—but whatever it was, the machine was now toast.
Without power, the Nazi soldiers' weapons became useless scrap metal, and the Allied forces launched a full assault.
Unarmed, the Nazi soldiers had no choice but to surrender.
Upon capturing the castle, the officers were stunned by the advanced technology inside. Even better, they had taken many researchers captive—perhaps they could be persuaded to work for America. A completely unexpected windfall.
"Sir, we found this man in the basement."
Two soldiers dragged an unconscious young man forward.
Allen took one look at his appearance and blurted out—
"He's the Pirate King of the Seven Seas!"
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