He had no intention of making the first move, for some reason, and just quietly watched.
"Don't panic."
The captain's voice was calm and steady, with silver threads wrapped around his hand that shot out instantly, embedding into the enemy's deck. His body was pulled by the silver threads, transforming into a blur as it rushed forward.
At the point where the ship rails touched, it seemed as if a blood-colored lightning bolt constantly refracted.
The mass-produced sword marbles generated silver threads like steel wires, tearing the Evil God Cultists' skin, spraying black blood that corroded the deck.
The Evil God Cultists at the back seemed unafraid of death, surging forward again.
Only then did the captain say with a smile:
"Send 10 people to the ship on the left, 10 to the right. The rest follow me; don't engage in battle on our ship."
Meanwhile, on the other side, a horn sounded and a magic ship from afar sailed towards them.
