The demon let out a sound that wasn't a roar. But a high-pitched frequency that made the glass in Jack's binoculars tremble violently.

In a single, fluid motion, the demon swung its tentacles. Attacking anyone nearby. Indiscriminately.

The Blood Butcher's remaining crew members were his first victims. They were snatched up by the demon. The one generated by the death of their captain. Their bodies were squeezed until they popped. Or simply shredded by the hooked claws.

Wellcrow was the next target. The primal sorcerer, in his shark-form, tried to fight back. He swung his anchor with all his primal strength. The demon caught the anchor with two tentacles and snapped the iron chain like it was made of dry straw.

"No!" Wellcrow gasped.

The demon lunged. Three tentacles pierced Captain Wellcrow's thick shark hide. One through the chest, two through the shoulders. The winged shark-man was lifted into the air. Struggling feebly as the demon's central slit-mouth opened wide.

"Captain!" The crew of the White Crow screamed, but they were too busy being eaten by the rising tide of zombies to help.

The demon didn't just kill Wellcrow. It absorbed his power. It began to drain the life force directly from the primal sorcerer. Wellcrow's massive frame withered in seconds. His skin sagged, his mana was sucked out like water from a sponge.

Then, with a casual flick, the demon tossed the desiccated husk of Captain Wellcrow into the black sea.

The battlefield fell into a terrified silence. Broken only by the moans of the zombies and the wet slither of the demon’s tentacles.

The Sixth Prince stood frozen. His mechanical sword was still hissing. But his hand was shaking. His elite bodyguards moved to stand in front of him. But even they looked pale.

"That..." Jack said. His voice was cold and devoid of fear. "... is another sea demon. Just like the one coming out of Khezam Gillbuster's Dragon Queen. Troublesome creature."

"Dear!" Reina said. Her eyes were fixed on the demon. "It's looking at the prince."

Indeed, the demon's vertical slit-face turned toward Arthur Vance. It could probably sense the massive, attractive energy of the royal bloodline. Perhaps, for a creature like him, the prince was a delicious treat.

"Captain, what do we do?" Leon asked. His hand had already on his grimoire. "That thing seems to grow stronger with each prey. It would be bad if it ate everyone there."

Jack watched as the demon began to move toward the Morning Light's position. Its tentacles cleared a path through zombies and humans alike with effortless cruelty. He saw the fear in the prince's eyes. After all, he was just a teenage boy.

Jack stood straight.

"Then, we don't let it finish the meal." Jack said. "Baroness, lead Moby, Ned, and Bell to take the port side. Kill the zombies and the crew members of Blood Butcher... And the crew members of White Crow as well if they were on the way."

"Reina, use your illusion to disguise the Baroness and the three guys. And knock out the crew members of Morning Light. Then, take them to Silent Mermaid." He continued his instruction. "Leon, Chloe, you two are the treasure hunters this time. Get in the Golden Seagull and the other ships. Get anything valuable from them. And the others... protect our ship."

"And you, Dear?" Reina asked.

Jack's form shifted. His skin turned a deep, reddish black. His muscles swelled, and his hair turned into thick mane. His leather outfit was quickly replaced by the flaming armor.

He transformed into a hulking rakshasa. Gripping a black, oversized war hammer. One that seemed to carry enough power to level a building. Jack Night was gone. Judge Jack, the Black Buto, had replaced him.

"I'm going to go play with the little squid." The Rakshasa said lightly. His voice was a deep, heavy rumble though.

With a surge of primordial energy that rippled through his feet, Jack leaped from the deck. He jumped over the sea to the Golden Seagull's deck with just one leap. A streak of lethal intent headed straight for the rampaging demon.

The demon had just demolished four crew members of White Crow. Its tentacles were reaching out for the Prince's bodyguards, when a massive, black war hammer collided with its face.

The impact sounded like a cannon blast. The demon was sent skidding across the deck. Its tentacles flailing uncontrollable.

Jack stood in the center of the carnage. His rakshasa's eyes glowed with a predatory light.

Behind him, Reina appeared out of nowhere. Covered in a thick, grey fog. The fog didn't just cover her though. It rolled out and blanketed the prince and his guards. Instantly knocking them unconscious.

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On the far side of the deck, Baroness Artheim and his three guards stepped out of a spatial gate. Their appearance were hazy. Covered by thin, bewildering mist that blurred their details.

They instantly cast offensive magic spells. Various types of lightning and flame shot out and demolished their target. The zombies, along with the crew members of Blood Butcher.

Jack, in his hulking rakshasa form, was a hurricane of muscle and violence. His previous strike was followed by more strikes. The air shimmered around him, charged with suppressed power as his weapon hammered the demonic opponent.

The demon, five-meter-tall abomination of mottled flesh and writhing tentacled limbs, shrieked. It was a piercing sound. Loud and grating like the sound of tearing metal.

The monster lunged. Its tentacles whipped out. Faster than expected. Each of them was as thick as tree trunk and tipped with serrated bone.

Jack didn't dodge conventionally. Instead, his 'Savage Rampage' style was less about pure evasion and more about brutal, unpredictable redirection. He met the central tentacle not with his war hammer, but with his left arm.

His rakshasa skin, protected by chain gauntlet, deflected the attack and absorbed the impact. The force still sent a violent vibration through him. But his stance held.

Before the demon could retract, Jack's right arm, holding the [Judgement Warhammer], moved. It swept in a wide, devastating arc. The hammer was hurled through the air with the force of a trebuchet. Its rune-etched lines glowed with an ominous light.

BOOM! It connected with the demon's torso. A wet, sickening crunch echoed across the ship's graveyard. The demon reeled. A chunk of its grotesque flesh was torn away. Black ichor sprayed out like a burst pipe.

The demon retaliated with a frenzied attack. Its many tentacles flailed wildly. Ripping through the already damage deck of the Golden Seagull.

Jack moved with a deceptive grace for such a massive form. One tentacle aimed for his head. He swayed like an unbalanced drunkard. Allowing it to whistle over his shoulder. The wind of its passage ruffled his thick mane.

Another tried to ensnare his legs. He stomped on it. Crushing the very tip of it under his powerful foot. Eliciting another shriek of pain from the demon.

His movements were strange and direct, almost crude. Yet, they were astonishingly effective. He evaded strikes, absorbed blows, deflected attacks... And when he struck back, it was always with maximum, terrifying force.

Jack's [Judgement Warhammer] became a blur of destructive motion. It slammed into a gnarled knee joint of the monster. Shattering its bones. It struck the base of one of its tentacles. Turning it useless for some time.

Each hammer strike was accompanied by a loud booming sound. Jack's eyes were burning like embers in his rakshasa face. They were fixed on the demon. There was no hesitation. No doubt. Only the savage instinct of a predator dismantling its prey.

While Jack brutalized the towering demon, Reina moved with ethereal swiftness. She was like a wraith in the midst of the chaos. Like the other crew members of Silent Mermaid, she was covered by thin bewildering mist. Disguising her real appearance.

She materialized beside the first two unconscious guards. Burly men in practical iron armor. Without a moment’s hesitation, she laid a hand on their shoulders. A faint shimmer, like heat haze, enveloped them. Then, in a blink of eyes, they were gone.

Her next appearance was on the deck of the Silent Mermaid. She deposited the guard casually onto the deck. The other crew members were already waiting. Ready to sedate and secure the unconscious men.

Reina didn't waste a single second. She was instantly back on the Golden Seagull. Reappeared beside the next pair of guards. The same shimmer. The same disappearance. Then, the same appearance on the Silent Mermaid.

She kept transporting those unconscious people until finally, she stood over the unconscious Sixth Prince.

He was much younger than his guards. His features still retaining a boyish innocence despite the lavish attire. Reina scanned the immediate area and performed her teleportation once more.

With that, her main task was completed. However, she still returned to the fray. Ready to provide any further support Jack might need.

Meanwhile, from the starboard side of the Golden Seagull, Baroness Artheim and her team had also done their tasks really well.

The baroness had summoned lightning bolts that coalesced into bestial shapes. They formed multiple six-legged, canine beasts of pure electrical energy.

With a silent command from the baroness, these 'Lightning Hounds' surged forward. Their forms blurred as they moved with incredible speed. Their first targets were a cluster of zombies. Shambling and groaning towards a terrified group of White Crow sailors.

The Lightning Hounds didn't bother to bite or claw. They simply collided against the targets. Their forms exploded with contained thunder. The brittle and rotting zombies disintegrated into clouds of ash instantly.

Next, the hounds turned their attention to the remaining crew members of the Blood Butcher. The pirates who had started this chaos. These men were attempting to regroup. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The Lightning Hounds leaped. Their forms arced through the air and slammed into a pirate. Frying him instantly. Leaving only a smoking silhouette of a charred husk.

Moby, Ned, and Bell, supplemented Baroness Artheim devastating assault with their own potent spells, from their grimoires. These three looked like tough soldiers specializing in melee brawls. But they were all mystic scholars. And they worked together extremely well.

The [Flame Vortex] they jointly created tore through a cluster of zombies and pirates. It also killed a lone White Crow sailor nearby. The three men didn't mind that. And Jack wouldn't mind either if he had known. Those sailors were not exactly good person after all.

The combined assault of the three and the baroness was relentless. The deck of the Golden Seagull became a battlefield of dual elemental fury. Lightning crackled and flames roared. The zombies and pirates were devastated.

The deck of the Golden Seagull was systematically being cleansed.

Reina's swift, repeated teleportation efforts had successfully evacuated every single unconscious crew member of the Morning Light.

Many of the surviving White Crow crew had chosen to retreat to their own frigate. the White Crow.

The pirates of the Blood Butcher and the ship graveyard's zombies had been systematically decimated. Their numbers were drastically reduced. Those who weren't killed outright were severely wounded. Collapsing into pools of their own blood or falling to the black sea. Almost none remained standing.

Soon, the entire focus of the Golden Seagull now rested on the monstrous duel. Only the battle of Judge Jack continued to rage against the demonic entity.

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