Chapter 723: Chapter 12 Asura Chapter 723: Chapter 12 Asura The hatch was violently pushed open, and Andre turned his head, drawing his gun and firing in an instant as the large lead bullets were shattered midair by the spinning Dragon Son Great Spear. The spear followed through, piercing Andre’s chest and pinning him to the wall.

Li Yan entered the captain’s cabin.

The room was large, with control panels fitted with knobs of varying sizes on three sides, a table nailed with sea maps, and even a separate bathroom and bathtub.

He picked up the lacquered black bottle on the table, unscrewed it to take a whiff, and found it contained a black liquid similar to diesel fuel.

Gasoline?

Andre wasn’t bleeding; the gun-blade had torn open his chest to reveal a metallic color, with the articulated tubing clearly visible. It seemed he anticipated his impending death, his complexion turning ashen.

Li Yan put the bottle down and used “A Fleeting Glimpse” on the severely injured Andre.

[Andre Bocelli]
Immortal-class captain of the Glasgow, known as “Ironheart Captain.”

During the Battle of Trafalgar ten years ago, Andre was hit by a 24-pound cannonball and was diagnosed with life-long disability. After the war, he chose to undergo a highly risky mechanical transformation surgery and survived. He was then employed by the East India Company and came to the mysterious Far East.

Status: Heart of Steel (His half-mechanical body gives him vigorous energy, exceptional willpower, and allows him to avoid many fatal injuries.)
Expertise: Seamanship 85%, Military Skill 89%
Threat Level: White
“We have hunted countless heretics, including monsters as strong as you,”
Andre said through gritted teeth with difficulty.

Li Yan walked up to Andre, grabbed the gun barrel embedded in him, and with a slight upward flick, he could smash Andre’s chest cavity.

“I believe I shall have the opportunity to witness that.”

No sooner had Li Yan finished speaking, than a dozen pink mud balls flew towards him. Before they could reach him, they were suspended by the rising Dragon Mist around him and fell to the ground.

But more pink mud hit Andre and rapidly enveloped him, and soon Andre became a pink mud cocoon.

[Saint Watson’s Son Model XXVIII]: An alchemical product that was once all the rage in Europa, possessing certain biological activity.

Li Yan struggled to twist the rifle’s body but couldn’t move it. The gun was stuck to the mud, unable to be pulled free or pushed in.

Saint Watson stood at the door, a cigar in his mouth, holding a pitch-black shotgun, from which the pink mud balls had been shot. His white shirt had one sleeve cut off for treating a wound, revealing an arm that was far from weak.

“…”

Li Yan extended his hand, emitting the bone-chilling Dragon Mist and Disaster Water in an attempt to dissolve the mud, but to little effect.

“Hey, Easterner, shall we have a chat?”

Li Yan then turned his gaze to Saint Watson, holding onto the gun barrel, and nodded at him, “Of course, we can.”

Without another word, he hurled the Dragon Son Great Spear, along with the pink mud cocoon, straight at Saint Watson!

Bang!

Saint Watson was unable to dodge in time and was sent flying by the impact, losing grip of his shotgun. Before Saint Watson could hit the ground, Li Yan leapt out of the captain’s cabin and grabbed his throat.

With a sudden powerful squeeze, the neck bones made a grinding noise, and Old Watson’s feet left the ground, his eyes rolling back as he vainly tried to pry Li Yan’s grip open. Then suddenly, he spat out a large cloud of cigar smoke, and the thick smoke enveloped them both.

The ship’s alarm sounded sharply at the right moment.

“Aaah~”
Saint Watson was thrown by Li Yan, first hitting the wall with a loud bang, then gradually sliding down to the floor.

Ruchika rushed over anxiously, “Sir, are you all right?”

Coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, Saint Watson slapped away Ruchika’s hand and responded irritably, “How would you feel if someone tossed you against the wall like a stinky sock?”

Li Yan emerged from the smoke, his expression calm. The fierce anesthetizing poison gas Saint Watson spat out was of little use to him.

He revisited the message he had glimpsed earlier and read it again.

[Saint Watson]
Awarded with the highest honor of the Europa Saint Queen’s Prize, Chief Designer of the seven ships under Captain Helun’s command, an explorer who has set foot on five continents, a mean and stubborn mad scholar.

Status: Ancient god curse, Watson modified
Proficiency: Magic Motion Technology 100%, Alchemy 100%, Living Application 110%
Threat Level: ?

Note: No matter how bizarre and ridiculous he appears, never underestimate him.

Li Yan beckoned and the Dragon Son Great Spear, responding to his call, clanged and struggled out of its earthen cocoon, flying into Li Yan’s hand. The cocoon around Andre closed up automatically, leaving no gaps.

“Release him.”

The tip of Li Yan’s spear pointed at Saint Watson.

“Go to hell.”

Saint Watson raised his hand, and a sleek, compact pistol in it fired boldly. Li Yan used the spear to block it, and a loud explosion was heard. He was pushed back several steps, and the nearly ten-thousand-ton ship trembled.

A significant portion of the thick wrist of the Dragon Son Great Spear was blown apart, with the white Sky Demon Gold twisting to repair itself.

Seeing this, Saint Watson couldn’t help but scoff, “Hmm, good, it can still regenerate. If that lump of metal, which doesn’t eat in any way, can restore its mass to original, its most valuable use should be to send it to the steel mill to be cut and collected repeatedly every day. The creator of this weapon that defies common sense should be ashamed enough to drown themselves in a toilet.”

Li Yan approached the two with a grim face. The waves at sea grew taller, and in the sky, the clouds of Disaster Water gathered again, with lightning flickering uncertainly. Around the giant ship, figures of various water rulers and strange species appeared, and the ship began to rock violently.

Ruchika clutched Saint Watson’s shoulder, “Sir, don’t stop, keep shooting.”

Saint Watson tossed aside the pistol, which immediately shattered on the ground. He shrugged, “It’s a one-time use item.”

The ship’s alarm sounded sharply at the right moment. The commotion on the ship had finally alarmed others.

Andre’s executive officer Charlie, a muscular man in his thirties with a small mustache, was the first to lead the firemen to the deck after the alarm went off, and he was the first to confront Li Yan. Seeing Saint Watson lying on the ground coughing blood and the pink human-shaped earth cocoon, he immediately understood the situation.

“It’s pirates! Seize him.”

Two rows of sailors flanked Li Yan from the left and right, quickly forming a semi-circle around him. More sailors would provide backup within a few minutes.

As if he didn’t see the sailors surrounding him, Li Yan took a few steps forward and declared loudly, “I thought you didn’t care about Andre’s life, and that’s why you told me the captain’s quarters’ location, Sir.”

Sitting on the ground, Saint Watson spoke with conviction, “Nonsense, Andre is my best friend, how could I betray him? Don’t slander me!”

Ruchika muttered on the side, “Bitter melon, eagle’s beak, random stew!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Saint Watson knocked him on the back of the head.

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“Fire!”

The adjutant roared.

The sound of bullets loading clattered together as several sailors fired at Li Yan, with flashes of gunfire twinkling under the dark clouds.

Li Yan was enveloped in a mist, forcefully taking a volley of gunfire as he dashed into their ranks, flinging two sailors aside and snatching a musket in the process.

[Lead Azide Primed Needle-Firing Rifle (Repeating Type)]
Quality: Rare
Remarks: Four years ago, the nations of Europa adopted an entirely new firearm design, abandoning the highly damaging mercury fulminate primers on barrels and soldiers, taking military power up another notch.

Li Yan frowned, the pace of advancement in European firearm manufacturing had exceeded his expectations; the power and performance of this rifle were nearly on par with the main armament level of Black Star combat vehicles in the End of Days winter.

These sailors had undergone various enhancement surgeries, and although they weren’t quite on the level of Gaoli ghosts or Yan Surname Monsters, their individual strength was still significant. Coupled with their well-trained discipline and quality equipment, they would massacre the ordinary Red Flag warriors in a boarding fight.

Such sailors numbered in the thousands within the Allied Fleet.

A glimpse into the leopard’s spots is enough to gauge its entirety. The technological gap between the South Seas pirates and the East India Company had widened further, and it was foreseeable that Europa would develop even more new technologies, continuing to increase the technological disparity between East and West!

Saint Watson, holding his back, stood up and observed the Dragon Mist around Li Yan, muttering to himself, “It looks like a mist, but its quality and density are comparable to an alloy, truly a miraculous form of water.”

Adjutant Charlie approached, bowing respectfully, “Your Majesty, are you alright?”

“I’m quite well,” Saint Watson said with a tight-lipped smile, “Charlie, you don’t believe in that Oriental’s nonsense, do you?”

The adjutant replied with a wry smile, “Of course not.”

Saint Watson spoke earnestly, “Give me some time, and I will figure out a way to subdue him.”

But you likely won’t live to see that…

he added in his mind.

“It would be wonderful if you could help. We will get you the time you need.”

Saint Watson patted Charlie’s shoulder, “You truly are a good young man.”

Charlie straightened his back subconsciously, as the person before him was a great scholar who had earned the Queen’s award.

Saint Watson pulled Ruchika by his side and walked away, shaking his head, “May God bless him.”

“Bless who?”

“Shut your mouth, you little bastard.”

In the sky, a drizzle of Disaster Water began to fall, much weaker than the previous black storm that had broken the fleet’s formation, but still deadly.

A drop of the black rain penetrated the brim of a hat and landed on a young sailor’s face, the fair skin sizzling immediately. The sailor’s expression twisted in pain, yet his motion to aim and shoot was meticulous and unerring.

Li Yan focused his thoughts,
Li Yan didn’t care; he lifted the barrel of the gun and plunged into the crowd. As the Dragon Son Great Spear struck a sailor, a gruesome mix of blood and alloy parts flew into the air.

…

Saint Watson returned to his own room, only to be greeted face-to-face with a Giant Sen Python decorated in intricate patterns.

“Sss~”
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“Baby, you’re so sexy today. But I’ve got important things to keep me busy.”

Saint Watson gently stroked the Giant Sen Python’s forehead to soothe it and snapped his fingers at Ruchika behind him: “Time to work, kid.”

The two of them walked to the experiment table, which was covered with a variety of exquisite and complex chemical instruments and animal specimens soaked in liquids; there were also big patches of charred marks.

“Ruchika, four, six, thirteen.”

Upon hearing that, Ruchika pulled the cork from a glass bottle and a cobalt blue alchemic flame instantly billowed from the mouth. He set up the crucible, skillfully opened the compartments marked with numbers, poured in the powder, and, using a pipette, extracted the liquid from the compartments, carefully dropping it into the crucible.

“I asked you to prepare the interfering hormone, later you will scatter it directly into the sea.”

Saint Watson took out a curious device that had the upper half shaped like an owl’s head and the lower half a syringe; he patted his atrophied veins, wiped them with alcohol, and injected the needle into the vein.

Purplish veins visibly surfaced on Saint Watson’s arm, he took a deep breath, and then questioned Ruchika, “You’ve seen the black watery substance controlled by that Easterner, right?”

“Yes, it’s a cursed corrosive liquid, and he can create a massive corrosion rain cloud that killed many of our soldiers.”

“That’s not the point; his black water contains an extremely irascible microbe, as energetic as an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. If it were up to me to develop it I could create a living turbine with ten times the power we have now.”

“I don’t think that man looks like he would willingly cooperate with you, Mr. Watson.”

“No, Ruchika, you still don’t get it. He needs me, and I need him; we are both aware of that. What’s important now is…”

Saint Watson’s actions halted. “Who’s up there?”

“Wow.”

Ruchika replied half-heartedly and without any sincerity.

Saint Watson rummaged through his belongings, strapped on a leather checkered belt, put on a thick overcoat: “What’s inside the crucible is the interfering hormone, you pour it into the sea, then go down to the lower deck, take out Zhenzhen, and don’t forget to bring my children.”

“You’re running away?”

Ruchika’s eyes widened.

“Fishermen from Santiago often go out to sea for months, braving winds and rains before they can catch enough prey; it’s a war of attrition.”

With that, Saint Watson took out a fist-sized, irregularly shaped spherical dish, poured something into it with a glug, filled it, tightened the seal, and mounted it on the rifle.

He pushed the door open, hurried through the corridor, came to the deck in front of the upper cabin, and shouted: “Hey, Charlie, I’m ready!”

No sooner had he spoken than Saint Watson witnessed the adjutant Charlie being pierced through the throat by the Dragon Son Great Spear.

“I always say you can’t rely on God.”

There were only a few sailors left on deck at this moment, and a black torrential downpour was overhead. In just two minutes, the sailors’ ranks nearly collapsed.

Saint Watson pointed the muzzle of his gun skyward and pulled the trigger, the spherical device shot up into the sky and exploded into a big mass, the black Disaster Water and explosion dust stuck together, instantly losing their corrosive nature; when it fell on people it was neither painful nor itchy. But that wasn’t all; when the dust made contact with the black raincloud, the cloud instantly dissipated into nothing, leaving clear skies.

Li Yan looked up, and without Earth Endurance needing to speak, he knew what had happened.

“Your Force of Ten Thousand Aspects effect has been partially destroyed, a one-kilometer radius in the current area cannot condense rain clouds properly.”

A ray of afternoon sunlight landed on Saint Watson’s face, he pointed the muzzle at Li Yan: “This is round two, you brat.”

“Bang!”

As his words fell, the Dragon Son Great Spear, still clinging with Charlie’s brain matter, flew through like a fleeting glimpse, bursting Saint Watson’s head.