The instinctive fear originating from their bloodlines rendered the actions of most ordinary goblins on the scene awkward and restrained.
Gauss seemed to possess an invisible aura of terror specifically targeting goblins in his vicinity.
Only a few elite-level goblins could barely maintain their composure under this imposing presence.
The appearance of Gauss instantaneously reversed the tide of battle.
At the right moment, even a straw can break the camel’s back.
Let alone the arrival of such a "colossus" like him.
The sailors gained an advantage in the melee against the goblins in an instant.
"Kill!"
In the boarding battle between ships, there was another critical factor.
Despite the goblins vastly outnumbering the sailors of the Seagull, they were constrained by space and area.
The number able to jump onto the deck wasn’t as daunting as it seemed on paper.
Moreover, Gauss’s other three team members, alongside the original captain Fern and first mate Layton on the ship, bore the brunt of the initial wave.
Thus, on the Seagull, the humans—despite being overall outnumbered—oddly maintained an advantage for a short time.
Gauss glanced at the situation on the Seagull.
His boots lightly tapped the deck as he then leaped over the ship’s side, landing steadily on the goblins’ transformed "mothership."
The scenario here was different from the Seagull: the deck was messier, cluttered with all sorts of stolen junk, rusty iron, decomposed moldy wood everywhere, and even several unidentified corpses emitting a nauseating stench.
More goblins crowded here.
They had been ready to board, but Gauss’s arrival plunged them into chaos.
With a wave of his arm, Gauss flicked out several handfuls of clay from his sleeve.
Magic was activated.
The clay rapidly transformed midair.
A beach goblin made of clay appeared, indistinguishable in shape from the surrounding creatures aside from its different color.
Even more goblin-like than goblins, as they were stronger and exuded a beautiful intensity.
The clay beach goblins quickly seized the weapons of nearby beach goblins, mercilessly chopping at their heads with broad-bladed swords.
"Waaah!!"
In the massacre by the clay beach goblins, the goblins emitted shrill, miserable shrieks.
Gauss ignored the other ordinary goblins, as these creatures now found it hard to breach his defenses.
With a sweep of his gaze, he instantly locked onto the elite goblins hiding at the ship’s stern.
Perhaps calling it hiding was inaccurate.
With higher intelligence, they were observing the suddenly arriving, ominously shrouded, nightmare-like Gauss.
Preparing to have their subordinates probe him for peculiarities.
Little did they expect Gauss would summon several stronger kin, initiating a slaughter against their subordinates, while he himself targeted them.
The goblin leader, upon being targeted by Gauss, suddenly froze entirely.
As if locked onto by some terrifying creature.
Uncertainty surged uncontrollably from deep within its heart.
In its eyes, Gauss’s figure seemed enshrouded by countless terrifying dark mists.
The mist bypassed layers of air, like tendrils, piercing its skin, fleshy tissue, and finally clenched its heart firmly, causing its heart to stop temporarily.
Breathing became difficult.
Luckily, the strange magic only lasted a brief moment, quickly releasing him from the feeling of suffocation.
But...
He vanished!
The previously visible figure of Gauss within its sight had astonishingly disappeared.
It swiftly turned its head to glance around.
No! No!
Where did he go?
The heart, previously clamped in the chest, suddenly accelerated, almost leaping out.
In its moment of terror.
The bald skin at the top of its head suddenly experienced a sharp, piercing sting.
It looked up.
Its sight filled with dazzling white light!
Gauss, in a commanding pose, exerted his full bodily strength while the accumulated gravity pressed downward simultaneously.
"Boom!!"
With this fierce slash, the surrounding air was instantly expelled.
"Swoosh!"
The White Falcon Sword Skill unleashed a diagonal slash, slicing through the goblin leader’s neck from top to bottom.
Dead!!
Scarlet splattered, and the ambitious goblin pirate leader’s life was snuffed out in a blink.
Perhaps this goblin once wielded power, bestowing life and death upon other beings from atop this vessel.
But facing a stronger existence, it similarly had no means of resistance.
"So weak...."
Gauss’s expression remained unchanged.
"Slay elite demon beach goblin pirate leader*1"
The opponent was weaker than he’d anticipated.
Probably only 2-3 in challenge level.
Or perhaps, it was he who had grown stronger!
Having reached level 4, with the ability to briefly withstand level 6, now facing this level monster was almost like a dimensional reduction attack.
He gazed at the other elite demons.
Without hesitation.
He swiftly vanished again.
This time, he didn’t employ stealth tactics.
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he charged directly into the goblin horde.
These leaders, terrifying to ordinary folks, were in Gauss’s eyes sluggish and full of flaws.
As for their assembled armor, under his fierce assaults, it was as fragile as paper.
"White Falcon·Rapid Peck!"
His figure darted rapidly among the goblins.
The Zephyr in his hand turned into white streaks of light, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Each flash point precisely struck the vital spots of any goblin.
Throats, eye sockets, hearts....