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In the blazing flames and liquid burning metal, the six swords transformed into six spears, stabbing forward with a sharp sound. Four spears were blocked by chain mail, and brilliant sparks flew out amid the clanging sound of metal.

However, the sharp edges of two spears actually penetrated the gaps between the iron rings, tearing the blue felt coat, injuring Mahmoud, and knocking him out again, hitting him heavily on the ship's tower!

At the same time, the six abundant evil corpses weighing 77.77 kilograms and floating in the air drew six strange psychic arcs in the air, like cannonballs, hitting Mahmoud's body one after another, making heavy muffled sounds!

Aenarion charged with all his might and used the Death Knight's [Plague Strike] at the same time, wrapping one of his sword blades with the plague poison of the undead. With his agility and speed advantages, he came to Mahmoud's left side like a ghost, holding his scimitar with two long swords, and the other four sharp blades stabbed forward one after another. The sharp sword tips pierced heavily between the iron rings of the chain mail, using the chain mail's most difficult to defend stabbing attack, piercing his body one wound after another, creating fleeting blood flowers.

Mahmoud swung his scimitar to fight back, but was blocked by two crossed blades. The other four swords stabbed at his shoulders and slashed at his helmet, creating dazzling metal sparks or warm scarlet blood.

With the whistling sound of the blades, six long swords fell from the sky like a violent storm, and one of the blades was wrapped with green plague poison. Aenarion's swordsmanship was very poor, but he had six arms and his attack frequency was six times that of an ordinary person! As long as he used two hands to hold Mahmoud's scimitar, the remaining four swords could be wielded as much as he wanted.

This has nothing to do with combat skills, but an absolute crushing of numbers and attributes.

Aenarion continued to attack, not hesitating for a moment because he had the upper hand. Mahmud had not shown his true strength.

As a dual elite of a Dragon Vein Warlock and a War Priest, he was just using the physical strength of the Dragon Vein Warlock. He didn't use any of the countless amplification spells of the War Priest.

The Janissary commander felt a little unbelievable, and chopped off a zombie's head with one knife, then used a dispel magic on Aenarion, tearing his disguise and revealing the double elite template and the horrific effect of the demon transformation.

"Mahmoud! What the hell are you doing? Even if the other party is a double elite demon like us, you are six levels higher than him! Hurry and kill him! These zombies are a bit tough!"

Mahmud was silent for a while. Suddenly, a sacred and brilliant golden pillar of fire roared down from the sky, connecting the blue sky and the sea. The dazzling golden light even obscured the brilliance of the sun. The blazing light made Aenarion unable to open his eyes.

His entire body was bathed in golden flames, and his figure instantly expanded to more than four meters in height. The chain mail supported by muscles was stretched tightly around his body. Brilliant golden flames gushed out from the iron rings of the chain mail, turning him into a war giant wrapped in gilded flames!

The scimitar in his hand also expanded to more than three meters in length, and the sharp blade was surrounded by billowing gilded flames.

This form is even more terrifying than when he tore the giant dragon of the Valleolius family apart with his bare hands!

【Mahmood Angelos】

Level 11 (3rd level warlock + 2nd level warrior + 6th level dragon warlock)

Level 11 (6th level priest + 5th level destiny champion)

Health 171, Mana 144

Akanthe Scimitar Hit +30, Magic Damage 31~43

防护12（+6敏捷+5秘银锁子甲+2正气如虹-1大体型）

Strength 36, Agility 22, Constitution 24

Intelligence 20, Wisdom 20, Charisma 20

【Luxury Belt】: All attributes +6.

[First-Ring Divine Spell·Divine Grace]: Consumes 1 mana point, weapon hit rate +3, weapon damage +3.

[Fourth Ring Divine Art·Divine Power]: Consumes 7 mana points, weapon hit +3, strength +6, health +11.

[Five-ring Divine Art: Righteousness Like a Rainbow]: Consumes 9 mana points, height doubles, weight increases eightfold, strength +4, constitution +2, armor +2.

[Five-ring Divine Art·Advanced Rejuvenation]: Consumes 9 mana points and restores health points every six seconds.

Invisible pressure, mixed with rolling, boiling flames, swept over from Mahmoud, pressing Aenarion to the point of being unable to breathe. He was simply a replica of the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller, Herpan, the Night Raid, Group Six; ⑨ Four Nine Three' Six One' Three ⑤ Silk.

While Mahmud used flames to drive back the enemies and bless himself, Aenarion re-summoned the life-protecting skeleton giant. Astarielle also stood on the deck openly, casting magic in front of all the Janissaries, and bestowed four blessings on Aenarion.

In an instant, layers of lush green vines wrapped around the bodies of Aenarion and the Skeleton Giant at the same time. Within the psychic armor, an extra layer of flexible vine mail was woven. Abundant arcane magic was infused into his limbs, increasing his speed even more astonishingly. Finally, the psychic armor and the bones froze and condensed into frost, emitting gusts of terrifying cold wind that was chilling and biting.

[First Ring Divine Art: Tree Skin]: Consumes 1 mana point, natural armor +3

[Three-ring magic·Agility Blessing]: consumes 5 mana points, agility +6.

[Three-Ring Arcane: Acceleration]: Consumes 5 mana points, greatly increases attack speed and movement speed.

[Third Ring Arcane Frost Armor]: Consumes 5 mana points, Frost Armor +4, all targets attacking you, attack speed and movement speed -33%.

After being blessed by Astariel four times, Aenarion's defense has reached 32 points. The defense of a normal mortal is around 10 to 20, and the best-protected knights and nobles will not exceed 32. His stacked defense, points of defense, is already extremely exaggerated, even surpassing Mahmoud's attack hit rate in the fully amplified state.

Aenarion looked at Astariel gratefully, and suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the huge giant with golden flames all over his body like lightning. The huge improvement brought by the demon transformation and the volume of all methods even allowed him to dodge Mahmoud's scimitar slash at an incredible angle! At the same time, six sharp swords slashed down from six different directions, screaming and tearing through the sky, tearing six burning scars on Mahmoud's calf burning with golden flames.

Chapter 126: Psychic Shadow

Mahmoud was surprised to find that although he had been letting this guy win openly or secretly, and although this guy had received Astariel's quadruple blessing and the triple halo of his paladin teammates, which strictly speaking was three against one, his demonic state really made him want to fight with all his strength and destroy him!

Mahmoud wielded the Atkan scimitar and fought with all his might. The giant, who was more than four meters tall, wielded the scimitar wrapped in flames and chopped it down in the air at a terrifying frequency of two strikes per second. The sharp blade looked like a blazing golden thunder, or like a terrible divine punishment sent down from the sky by Allah.

Aenarion brandished six long swords to fight back, giving up defense and adopting a strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries. With the advantage of being smaller and faster, the six long swords dragged purple tails and slashed at both sides of Mahmoud's calves, tearing six deep wounds that could be seen on the bones.

The scar and burning golden blood splattered over half of the deck.

At the same time, a pair of protective wings woven from thousands of armor plates rose from behind the spine, forcibly offsetting Mahmoud's divine punishment attack, and used psychic ribs to block his second knife, and slid over the third knife, tearing six bloody scars on his legs.

Mahmoud's face changed. His scimitar might miss the lightning-fast and ghost-like Aenarion. Even if he could hit him, it would be difficult to penetrate the four layers of defense of Frost Armor, Inertia Armor, Barkskin and Vitality.

What's more, he also has the Wings of Protection that can forcibly offset any damage every six seconds! Fighting him in demon form is definitely not a good idea.

Thinking of this, Mahmoud swung down with the fourth knife, but this was a feint. He relied on his height and weight to take advantage of the moment when Inarion was concentrating on the scimitar, and kicked out with the tip of his boot wrapped in a layer of iron sheet, hitting Inarion's heart hard, kicking him away!

Aenarion felt his body lighten, and he drew a purple arc in the air, and his back hit the mast heavily. His body slid down several meters along the mast and barely stood on the deck. His psychic bones were almost shattered by his knife and kick.

Under Aenarion's desperate gaze, Mahmoud casually prayed for a healing spell, which completely healed Aenarion's injuries that he had just suffered, and restored him to full health.

The little nun hurried over and used God's magic to heal his injuries.

No, there's no way to fight this! He's a war priest. I used all my strength to deal damage, but he healed it with a divine spell? My demon transformation now has thirteen minutes left, and I can't outlast him!

Once the demon's transformation is complete, he will be no match for him.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Aenarion's mind. He took back three of the Transformation Blades and transformed the other three into five-meter-long spears, which were held by six arms. They formed a defensive formation, with the sharp spear tips pointed at Mahmoud, who was wrapped in golden flames.

At the same time, he used suggestion magic directly on the Angelos commander who was fighting in the crowd. The man instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Mahmoud.

"What are you doing here? This guy is a bit difficult to deal with. His speed and defense are both very tricky. However, this kind of agile enemy excels in attack speed and frequency. He cannot rely on his powerful strength to deal decisive damage in one blow like I do. Well, his spell damage is very high, but unfortunately, as long as I fight him in close combat, he will have no time to chant or read the spell.

Although I don't know where this guy got the dual professions from, the coordination between his two professions' spells and combat is very awkward. It's not like us, who can perfectly coordinate two different professions together."

Mahmud spoke disdainfully to his comrades about the enemy's weaknesses and shortcomings, but in reality he was speaking to Aenarion.

"I see you're having a hard time. Come over and help you."

General Angelos drew out a huge sword, took a step back, and took an attacking stance. Suddenly, he had a doubt in his mind. Hey, why did I feel that Mahmoud was struggling just now? Want to come over to help him? He was clearly suppressing the six-armed demon?

The warlord shook his head and drove the thought out of his mind. Suddenly, the world in front of him was distorted and changed again under Aenarion's suggestion.

More than seventy hideous, staggering corpses, dressed in neat and tidy robes and turbans, holding shields and scimitars. Each of their pale faces, with eyeballs missing and with lustful demonic flames burning in their eye sockets, had changed and distorted into the Janissary compatriots he was familiar with.

And those Janissaries, in his eyes, degenerated and twisted into horrible, wriggling masses of flesh with ten arms growing on their bodies. They waved the corpses of the Janissaries and constantly slapped and attacked their teammates!

Beside him, Mahmoud, who was burning with brilliant golden flames and looked sacred and majestic, turned into a rotten mountain of flesh with pink mucus constantly flowing out. Disgusting pink incense rose into the sky, and the sweet and greasy smell was nauseating. Just one look at this mountain of flesh would make people tremble wildly with fear.

The warlord was terrified and almost subconsciously used his strongest attack. The giant sword in his hand turned into an illusory ghost form, and he jumped high into the sky more than four meters high. His body bent backwards into a full moon longbow. He held the ghost sword in both hands and tried his best to launch a powerful jump and chop at the pink sweet meat mountain!

Mahmoud was stunned for a moment, not knowing what his brother was doing. He instantly cast a detection spell and immediately realized that he was being controlled by Aenarion's suggestion.

Even if this kind of attack came from behind, I could easily block it. However, this was an opportunity given to me by Aenarion. If I didn't dodge on purpose and let this attack hit my head...

After a moment's hesitation, Mahmoud looked at his sister who was openly fighting the Janissaries and casting spells, and his mother who was hiding in the cabin with a worried look on her face, and finally closed his eyes.

The giant sword that turned into a ghost form pierced through the helmet and turban that protected him like a ghost, and at the last moment, it burst out with terrifying blood-red thunder!

The warrior's powerful attack combined with the jump slash, plus the flash of the dusk blade

The electric claws and blood blades, the terrifying explosion unleashed by Angelos far exceeded that of the Hothian swordsman named Irene!

Mahmoud tilted his head slightly to avoid the vital part, but the sword still cut a deep scar on his skull, almost cutting through the skull! The blazing golden blood splashed in all directions.

Mahmoud's body trembled, and blood gushed out from his forehead, blurring his vision. The huge impact on his brain made him lose his balance, and he fell to the ground weakly.

He desperately suppressed the urge to pray to Allah for healing magic to make himself healed instantly. As blood continued to spurt out, the arms that supported his body shook twice and he fell weakly on the deck.

At this moment, the effect of the suggestion disappeared, the pink meat mountain turned into Mahmoud who fell to the ground, and the Janissary friendly army turned into a rich corpse. The warlord panicked, damn it! He was hit by the enemy's spell of enchantment or illusion! He chopped Mahmoud's head with a sword! The blood was flowing, he would not kill his own brother? !

At this moment, two terrifying leopards, bathed in the golden blood of the celestial brown bear, rushed out of the deck with murderous intent, like two golden lightning bolts, exploding in the Janissary army! A leopard attacked at an incredibly fast speed, and its pair of big leopard claws smashed a Janissary's head like a storm.

The other one was so powerful that he bit the neck of a Janissary into pieces with one bite!

With the deaths of two Janissaries, dense swarms of zombies poured into the broken formation. The traitor Astariel was determined to rebel and released five psychic missiles at her own people, burning her compatriots who had fought side by side with her with white flames.

The governor was in a state of confusion at the moment and didn't care about anything. He tore open a teleportation scroll of the Angelos family and teleported away from the battlefield with Mahmoud and his remaining brothers.

Chapter 227: High Reward

"Your ship has such complete facilities, but there is no anti-transportation barrier?"

Seeing the Janissaries leaving behind three bodies and hastily teleporting away, Angel White said in disbelief.

"If you don't set up an anti-teleportation array, anyone with some teleportation ability who appears within your field of vision, or knows your coordinates, can directly join us."

"I'm sorry to make you laugh. I just became a captain and I don't understand many things yet. I'll buy one when we get to Constantinople."

Aenarion exits his demonic form, and has twelve points of chaos magic left, enough to maintain this form for twelve minutes.

"No need, I have some with me. I was planning to put them in the house I will live in later. I'll lend them to you first."

Angel pulled out a drop-shaped stone as black as ink from her dimensional bag and embedded it in the center of the cabin on the first floor below ground. Instantly, an invisible force field shield enveloped the entire Oshuan, blocking and interfering with all teleportation spells to prevent the enemy from teleporting and boarding again.

Not to mention the Janissaries, the entire Ottoman Empire lacked a navy, and after the teleportation raid failed, they could only watch the Ulthuan leave the land where they were good at fighting.

While installing the black stone, Anjie was also looking at the equipment of the ship - this ship was the one sold by the Spaniards to the Eastern Roman Emperor. Although the number of cannons was seriously insufficient, the interior was quite gorgeous. She was a little dazed when she saw it, and she became more and more puzzled about Aenarion's identity. Who was worthy of the Eastern Roman Emperor to give him his warship?

"There are still many empty rooms in the upper deck. Do you want to stay in the one next to Estariel? I will order the zombies to clean it out now."

Aenarion said politely.

"Then I'll trouble you, Captain."

Anjie bowed in salute, the two sexy violet mountains on her chest swayed in thrilling arcs as she moved, attracting Aenarion's gaze.

He understood the principle of chaos corruption. Not only had his cognition of the outside world and his nerve sensations been changed, but even the desires in his heart were infinitely magnified. He could only suppress them by relying on his own morality.

If you can't suppress it, you will really fall into the abyss.

While the zombies were cleaning up the house, Ange took a rest in Astariel's room, eagerly asking about Aenarion, from how he protected the princess of the Eastern Roman Empire and was hunted down by the brother and sister, to how he was appreciated by the Eastern Roman Emperor and given a ship, and then became a privateer captain of the Knights Hospitaller and took back Evia from the Ottomans... In just two months, she heard one thing after another, and Ange nodded repeatedly in her heart.

"Then, one last question, silly girl. You abandoned Osman and everything in the Janissaries and wanted to wander the sea with him. Do you like him?"

"I……"

Two blushes suddenly appeared on Astariel's quiet face. She stood there shyly, not knowing what to do. Then she shyly crawled into her mother's arms, which made Anjie sigh. This child has really read too much and has become stupid. She has read all kinds of books since she was a child. She has also read the libraries of the Angelos family and the Thirteenth Legion. However, most of these books are about magic, war, politics, and military affairs. She has never read books about love and pleasure.

That night, Anjie couldn't sleep, so she got up and wandered around the deck, observing her daughter's living environment. She faintly heard the sound of a man and a woman making love coming from next door. It was Aenarion and

Other girls on his boat? What the hell?!

Anjie was a little shocked. She originally thought that Aenarion and her daughter already had that kind of relationship, so he would risk breaking into Izmir, breaking into Angelos's mansion, and saying those corny words like "no matter what dangers we encounter in the future, we will face them together."

Later, she found out that her daughter had never expressed her feelings to Aenarion at all. She thought that the two of them might just not have known each other for long, so she just needed to give her a helping hand. Aenarion was quite good, so she was quite satisfied with him as her son-in-law.

But now, how come it seems that the two are just friends? Aenarion even has sex with other women on the ship every night? How does he view his daughter?

The next day, Aenarion felt that there was something wrong with Ange's eyes when he was looking at him, but he didn't say anything. On the way to Constantinople, he robbed two Ottoman boats and killed all the crew members, who turned them into zombies. His own zombies were supplemented to 140 people, and there were 10 ogres who were lead-sprayers.

However, Aenarion learned his lesson and exchanged control of the zombies. Originally, these ten ogre lead spitters were controlled by him, but in the last war, he was dragged by Mahmoud and had no energy to control the zombies, causing these ten guys to be in a daze in the lower cabin.

This time, he and Artemisia controlled five ogres and seventy ordinary zombies respectively. No matter which of them had no time to control the zombies, at least five ogre lead-sprayers would carry lead-spraying cannons to fight.

After sailing for a while, the towering walls and towers of Constantinople appeared in everyone's sight again. As usual, Aenarion went directly to the Phoenix Guards to sell equipment. He had previously spent a lot of money on buying equipment in Rhodes Island. After selling several tons of food looted from the two small boats, he still had 4,000 silver coins left.

"By the way, you've been going a bit too far lately, Captain Aenarion."

The Phoenix Guard chatted while counting the weight of the food.

"News came from Izmir. The Angelos family said that you kidnapped the commander of the 199th Company of the 13th Legion two months ago: Mahmoud's sister, the fiancée of Sultan Prince Muhammad. A few days ago, you broke into their house and kidnapped Mahmoud's mother, and repelled Mahmoud himself during your escape.

This is a blatant slap in the face. Prince Muhammad personally ordered that whoever can rescue his fiancée will be appointed as the governor and rewarded with 10,000 Grosso silver coins. By the way, a reward of 100,000 silver coins is offered for your head. Wow, with such a high price, I want to capture you and take you to the Ottoman Empire to exchange for the bounty. "

"How many?"

Aenarion looked at the four thousand silver coins in his pocket and was surprised by the bounty. One hundred thousand silver coins, with this money, I could buy a new caravel!

"You'd better be careful recently. Although the Ottomans don't have a navy, they have issued a large number of privateering licenses to pirates in the Aegean Sea. Those pirates are crazy and greedy for money. There will be many people who want your head. It's best not to go to Ottoman ports recently. The shape and appearance of the Ulthuan have also been included in the bounty list."

"thanks for reminding."

Aenarion frowned. Gunpowder was sold at the cheapest price in Izmir, and he had to go to the Ottoman port. It seemed that the next time he bought gunpowder, he could only take the spare boat. The Ulthuan could not be exposed on the coast of Asia Minor.

Chapter 128: Reason and Desire

"Captain Aenarion, do you have any plans or intentions for the future?"

Just as Aenarion was counting the coins, a mature and charming voice sounded quietly behind him, and Angel White swayed her graceful figure and appeared behind Aenarion.

"If we rob enough ships and earn enough money, we can put forty cannons on both sides of the Ulthuan. But now we only have twenty-two, which can only ensure a salvo on one side. I plan to save some money to increase the number of cannons to forty."

Aenarion turned and answered politely.