Reborn with the Conquest System-Chapter 55: Sails

After the little episode, Magnus spent the rest of the morning fishing for his breakfast. His fishing constituted of throwing lightning into the water whenever he thought there was a fish nearby.

After a few dozen casts of lightning bolt, a sizeable amount of fishes were in the waters around the ship.

"Gather them up, you can keep the rest after I get my cut."

Hearing this, the eyes of the crew lit up as they got off into small boats and began hauling in his catches.

"Well... Didn’t expect this. Well prepare a feast since we don’t have to worry about supplies." The captain said, ordering her crew around due to the new influx of meat.

A few hours had passed, and the crew which eyed him with suspicion looked at him in a different light already.

’I guess the easiest way to people’s hearts is the stomach, ha.’ He thought as he leaned over the railing, his eyes glued to the overcast sky.

[It’s the ribcage.]

’Buzz off, killjoy.’

The eyes that once looked at him with suspicion and fear had shifted. Gratitude had replaced most of it, a faint reverence in some of them.

"Doesn’t feel bad at all, does it?" At one point, the captain stood next to him, scanning his expression with a smile.

"I’ve felt this way before, I’m no stranger to helping people. Yet this time... I’m not being forced by circumstances beyond my control." He chuckled lightly, "Doesn’t feel bad at all."

The captain smiled, wanting to respond.

"Sails on the horizon!" A shout echoed from above, the lookout’s voice causing a stir.

A few seconds passed, and the lookout’s voice echoed again, this time more urgent.

"Lightning Reavers!"

A clamor broke out from the crowd as they pulled out their weapons. Some went under the deck to man the cannons, others began ready for boarding.

"I take it they’re not friends?" Magnus asked, looking at the captain. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Not at all. They’re one of the three big mercenary groups under the light fanatics— meaning they hate Azel with a burning passion." She replied as she began circulating her mana.

"Are they strong?"

"Considering it’s one ship, it’s probably a ghost level captain, the lowest level, so it’s a coin toss on who wins."

"You’re saying you can’t take on the lowest level of mercenary under them?" Magnus asked, his eyes betraying interest.

"Their captain will be on par with me— Grand Warrior or Mage. that much is for sure. And as much as I want to call in the favor..." She hesitated for a moment, before shaking her head. "I did say your life won’t be in danger."

’Wow, she’s got backbo—’

"Ah but they might enslave you and then sell you off to be sacrificed in one of their rituals." She casually mentioned it, before turning towards the captain’s wheel.

’Scratch that. Though, I’ve been feeling stifled the last few days, so might as well blow off some steam.’

His eyes locked onto the incoming ship.

Pristine yellow sails, unlike the Marion’s. A hull that was sleek unlike the bulky galleon hull underneath him. Only one line of cannons, yet they were far denser clustered than on this ship.

Lastly, it was much lower profile than the Marion, meaning it was harder to hit.

Magnus confidently walked to the side of the railing, the sounds of ropes being thrown about as they got ready to board.

The two ships began to line up, their cannons bared at each other like fierce predators about to clash.

"Fire!" The captain’s shout.

Cannon after cannon fired off, a storm of lead was exchanged.

Wood splintered, sails were torn, people burst into red mist.

A cannonball flew towards Magnus.

He coated his entire arm in mana, a black sheen manifesting over his entire body.

His fist met the projectile.

BANG!

The projectile shattered, his hand emitting smoke.

"Hooooh..." Exhaling, Magnus looked at his arm in satisfaction.

’A slight pain.’

Turning around, the crewman behind him stared in shock, one of the three people who tried to ambush him.

"Say thanks."

"Th... Thanks." He scurried off, helping with the cannonball supply.

A whistling noise interrupted Magnus thoughts. He spun around, lightning crackling across his entire body.

A ice spear was hurtling through the sky towards him, the size of a mast.

’Mage?’ His hands moved, two lightning dragons shooting out to meet it.

Boooom!

An earth shattering explosion, louder than any cannonball. A cloud of vapour formed mid air, obscuring the other ship.

A cannonball broke through the vapour, aiming for his head.

’Shi—’

The cannonball sent him flying, skidding across the floor, before slamming into the opposite side.

Under the shocked gazes of the crew, his hand grabbed the cannonball and removed it, a face imprint clearly visible. Throwing it to the side, he grabbed his bleeding nose—

Crack.

And realigned it.

The next thing the crew saw was Magnus running like a madman towards the enemy ship, the wood under his foot splintering as he jumped high up into the air.

His jump easily crossed hundreds of meters in an instant, landing between the two ships with a splash.

A line beelined towards the Lightning Reavers ship, and the crew saw some of the shots being redirected towards Magnus.

As water columns exploded around it, a shot landed dead center in the line. The crew watched in worry—

SPLASH!

Only to see the line speed up even more, a black blur faintly visible under the sea. The shape reached the enemy ship—

And vanished.

A distant roar tore through the battlefield.

"SECOND FORM , DRAGON TAIL!"

A black light shone from inside the hull, a massive chunk of the ship being torn apart—as if a predator took a bite out of it.

"FROZEN HELL!"

Another voice, different than before. An icy domain expanded, instantly freezing the waters near the ship, the crew, and even the wood itself.

"OOORAH, FUCK YOU!"

Another roar from Magnus, and a body was sent flying from the enemy ship, beaking through the wooden hull.

A trail of blood lingered mid air, yet a shadow flashed as it shot towards the body.

The next thing they saw was the shadow tackling the body, a chaotic mess of hits landing on the body.

Boom!

With one final attack, the body was slammed into the icy ground, a red crater being formed.

They saw the black shadowy humanoid revert to a porcelain white skin, revealing itself to be Magnus.

As he jumped on board a bit later, the eyes of the crew were glued to him. Looking towards the captain, he raised his right hand, a head with an expression of terror on it.

Covering his mouth with his left hand, he looked towards the captain.

"If you see any of these, tell me. I’ll sink them for free and I’ll owe you a favor."

Leaving it at that, he tossed the head to the side as he headed towards his room, leaving behind the stunned crew.