They all call me Great Master-Chapter 594 - 591: Really Walking into the Gun Barrel!

Wind!

Fierce wind!

The wind that seemed to erupt from the ground enveloped 'Bluebeard' as it spun around him rapidly.

The invisible and colorless wind now displayed its own color—

Red!

Scarlet red!

Mixed with the crimson of blood and viscera!

Following that was a ghastly pale.

It was the color that emerged when even bone fragments were caught within it.

Ugh!

Matilda, to the side, began to retch violently.

It was the scene of the blaze that had just appeared which frightened the lady so greatly that her curiosity drove her to observe everything.

She saw Horton, unscathed amid the flames.

She watched Horton stroll through the fire, just like a young noble gentleman.

Then, she saw the wind!

And because she was so close, Matilda could even see that First Mate of the 'Devil of Dokiman Island' Pirate Group being flayed and torn apart.

Matilda was no naïve little girl, but this was the first time she had witnessed flaying and dismemberment.

Under the intense shock, Matilda's body followed its most primal response.

Last night's dinner came pouring out, and eventually, she even vomited up stomach acid.

Horton glanced at Matilda and, with a flick of his hand, the chunks of flesh landed on the empty ground beside him.

Just as Matilda had stopped her vomiting, she began again.

Horton saw this but paid it no mind.

He had more important things to do.

The wind carried Horton toward the distant port.

With a sweeping glance, Horton saw the fleet of the 'Devil of Dokiman Island'.

A two-masted caravel sailboat, three Kirk sailboats.

All four ships had been modified.

The caravel had completely abandoned its cabins, just for the sake of having more cannons.

The three Kirk sailboats had completely forsaken their cannons for more cabin space, even the nets and grappling hooks on the deck were for the purpose of transferring and binding goods.

'A very typical inshore pirate group!'

Arthur, controlling the Vest, evaluated this way.

From South Los to the 'Yan Fort' sea area, most people refer to it as inshore, with numerous islands and a not insignificant population. Some are loyal to the South Los Family, some to 'Yan Fort,' others are independent, and this so-called loyalty is merely formal.

Beyond paying some taxes every year and flying the flags of the two families, they can trade at the ports of South Los, the ports of 'Yan Fort,' but generally, they had no other obligations.

Likewise, South Los had no obligations to the individual islands.

Everyone maintained a 'rule-based' peace.

You pay taxes, you trade.

You get into trouble, you deal with it yourself.

That's inshore life.

Each mind their own.

That includes pirates.

Inshore pirates typically have one assault ship and several transport vessels.

The former for attacks, the latter for transporting and selling goods.

Even, most of the transport vessels are not officially part of the Pirate Group but are legally recognized merchants.

And everyone is well aware of this arrangement.

However, these pirates are smart, they never rob the islands protected by important figures, only merchant ships, and as long as one complies obediently, they won't kill.

The pirates also understand the principle of not killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Why not turn these islands into their own territories?

Although this area is known as inshore, it is large enough. So far, there are as many as two hundred seventy-seven documented islands, and this is only those that are inhabited. Including uninhabited islands, the number would need to be multiplied by five.

Therefore, when the Old Earl of South Los declared his intention to make the islands on the South Los side of the inshore his territory, the islanders simply abandoned their islands and left.

Leaving the Old Earl to occupy uninhabited islands.

Then...

The Old Earl kept pursuing, and the supply line started to stretch indefinitely.

And at this time, the islanders whose hiding places were unknown began attacking the supply lines.

Attack after attack left the Old Earl exhausted and running ragged.

More importantly, these islanders began to harass the shipping routes of South Los merchant ships.

Dozens of companies' ships were robbed, and the robbers simply claimed they were "victims," acting "out of necessity"—and such rhetoric received support from other non-coastal nobles in South County, especially those in Inner Bay. The Grand Duke of the time even declared that the Old Earl's tyranny would lead the South Los Family to extinction.

Complaints were rife for a time.

So much so that the Old Earl had to acknowledge his mistakes.

Of course, it was done with great reluctance.

It was heard that the Old Earl fell ill during this time.

Then, he secretly prepared his troops, ready to teach these islanders a lesson.

But before the Old Earl could take action, some islanders who had tasted the sweetness of loot turned into pirates. The entire island raised the black Skeleton flag and gathered forces on a large scale.

When hundreds of warships appeared outside Xisis Port, the Old Earl suddenly realized the enormity of his mistake.

In the end?

The victors were naturally the South Los House.

But it was a costly victory.

Not only were the warships heavily damaged, but the family's private army suffered thousands of deaths.

In fact, if the family's concealed trump cards had not withstood the fierce attacks of the three Pirate Generals and had taken down two of them, Xisis Port would have been breached long ago.

To demonstrate that the South Los House couldn't be trespassed, the delirious Old Earl issued an order to "pursue the last Pirate General".

As a result, the only two remaining large warships of the South Los House were damaged in this pursuit, with one even sinking at the edge of the coastal waters, at the entry of the open sea: Shipwreck Bay.

And the Old Earl of South Los?

Fell ill again.

Many people suspected that the Old Earl's untimely death, which was said to be caused by several bouts of anger, had key reasons behind it.

Of course, the Old Earl being angered to bedridden was not few in number.

However, none of this had anything to do with Arthur for the moment.

He was merely controlling his Vest, his gaze sweeping over the four ships below—

"Someone's there!"

The lookout, who had been soaked in alcohol for twelve days, finally spotted Horton's figure.

Immediately, the lookout shouted out.

At the same time, a signal flare was launched.

Bang!

The crimson signal flare was still dazzling in daylight, visible to the entire island.

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After confirming this, Horton raised his hand.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

The wind carried the waves.

The waves boosted the ferocity of the wind.

The next moment, the pirates at the dock were stunned.

They stared dumbfounded at the tornado, over 30 meters high, approaching the dock.

"Run!"

Someone yelled out.

Everyone turned to run, but members of the 'Devil of Dokiman Island' Pirate Group found themselves unable to escape.

The tornado, as if it had eyes, swept up the four boats.

In just a moment, the four boats turned to wreckage, and none of the people on them managed to escape.

This caused Sakiri, who had just run down from the island and was known as the 'Devil of Dokiman Island,' to roar in anger—

"Horton!"

In the shout, the captain grabbed a pirate by his side.

Boom!

Blaze erupted from the grabbed pirate.

The next moment, a huge fireball with a radius of 2 meters flew toward Horton in the air.

Horton in mid-air, however, smiled.

Because—

This was truly running into the barrel of a gun!