The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Hearing these three words, Bernadette could no longer control herself, and tears instantly blurred her eyes.

She wanted to hug her father.

But Russell raised his hand to stop his daughter from approaching.

There is a difference between humans and gods.

Even though Bernadette was a saint on earth, she was still not completely out of the realm of the mortal.

Honestly speaking, if Roselle hadn't deliberately used his power to distort the rules of this place, the moment Bernadelle saw him, she would have lost control and turned into a monster, and she would never be able to recover...

“Okay, that’s all I have to say. I have to go.” Roselle stood up, regained his dignity as an emperor, and raised his head.

After the "Pale War", the God of Death fell, the Original Witch was also severely damaged, and a hole appeared in the outer barrier of the starry sky. In order to prevent the invasion of foreign gods, the righteous gods moved away from their kingdoms and went to the starry sky to plug the gap with their bodies.

Russell needs to do the same.

He looked at Bernadette and nodded slightly.

Then, his body turned into a stream of light and disappeared in an instant.

"Father!" Bernadette ran a few steps, but all she caught was air.

She stood there blankly, like a wooden or clay doll, unable to recover for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Azik broke into the mausoleum and saw Bernadette who was in a trance.

"Hmm?" The Son of Death was confused.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he was considerate enough not to disturb the sad lady.

However, Azik can maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, but the uneducated Medici and others cannot care so much.

According to the original plan, the three enemies rushed here to help after completing their harassment mission, and they entered the mausoleum while quarreling.

"We finally got out to show some wind, but after a few hits, those Augustus family bastards all ran away. Tsk, it's a shame that such people can be called royals!"

"That's what I mean. I was cursing happily, and an old woman was about to die of anger from me, but then..."

"What you did is nothing. The guy I faced was only a Sequence 3. After seeing me, he was so scared that he shouted "War Angel" and then abandoned the mausoleum. I don't know where he went. The highest realm of war is to win without fighting. You two should learn from this."

Those voices were as infuriating as ever. Azik pinched his brows helplessly and said softly, "Anyway, there is no need to fight here anymore. Let's go back first. This is not the place to talk."

After saying this, he opened the door of bones and extended his hand to invite everyone in.

Although not as good as the extraordinary people who passed through the 'Gate' route, the extraordinary people who passed through the 'Death' route also possessed a certain ability to cross the star realm, which could be called a unique skill for traveling.

The three evil spirits pushed and shoved each other as they entered.

Bernadette came to her senses and hesitated for a while, but finally accepted the fact that her father was gone, and walked into the door with a lot on her mind.

the other side.

Klein, who had read several divinations from the gray fog, was filled with joy.

Clockwise?

Hey, it's done!

Participating in the competition for true God as an angel, the feedback from digesting the potion directly allowed him to absorb the last trace of extraordinary residue.

As if by inspiration, Klein felt that it was time to take the next step!

Returning to the real world, he did not dare to delay and directly used the witch's secret technique to locate Backlund.

But at this moment, the mirror used to cast the spell suddenly shattered, and a figure in a black palace dress appeared in front of Klein.

Amon smiled jokingly, "Fate, it's indescribable. I didn't expect our styles to be so similar."

"Who's getting close to you? You cross-dressing pervert!" Klein felt as if his heart was sinking into an icy cave, but his expression remained calm.

My mind is racing.

Then, his mind went blank.

"So you were thinking of calling for help. Haha, I'm sorry, your friends can't get here in a while." Amon pinched his monocle and said admiringly, "Look at the appearance of this symbol. I have to say that the witch suits you very well. Why don't you just jump over and save us two from fighting over it?"

“Now that you put it that way, it seems to make sense…” Klein thought instinctively.

But the next second, he realized that this was an idea forced upon him by Amon!

Although he had emphasized this many times, Klein still wanted to ask, how could there be such a disgusting extraordinary path as the Thief? !

“Okay, stop resisting and just hand the things over to me. This will be better for everyone.” Amon approached Klein calmly.

Klein didn't want to sit there and wait for death, so he immediately decided to fight back.

But all attempts were in vain.

Thoughts of resistance, plans to escape, intentions to call for help... any thought that might be beneficial to him was easily stolen by Amon.

This is the 'thief', who is almost invincible when dealing with extraordinary people who are not as worthy as himself.

fear.

A great fear surged in my heart!

Crane had never felt so desperate.

And Amon is like an invading locust, stealing even emotions.

Klein, who only had the Sequence 2 status and abilities, was like a lamb to be slaughtered, allowing the grinning wolf to open its bloody mouth and tear apart his flesh and skin.

"Well, I've gotten too many useless things. Now, hand over your 'treasure'!" Amon said with a smile.

His hair stood on end. Klein almost instinctively communicated with a trace of the power of the gray mist, and a moment of clarity flashed in the depths of his eyes.

But soon, he was once again at the mercy of others.

Amon smiled even more.

The moment Klein mobilized the power of the gray fog, he also felt the call of some origin.

Facing Klein, who was like a good kid, Amon couldn't wait to reach out and grab the things. "The things are mine!"

After a successful attack, Adam appeared beside Amon and dragged his son away without saying a word.

After the two brothers left, Klein finally regained the ability to move freely. He knelt on the ground in a panic and gasped for breath.

But he has more important things to do than just linger on.

Holding back the madness rising from deep within his heart and suppressing his spirituality that was about to get out of control, Klein spoke word by word: "The reflection of the long river of time, the illusion of the mirror of space, the singularity of order and chaos..."

Before he could finish his full honorific name, a transparent portal appeared next to Klein.

Jon looked at Klein, who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face. He said nothing, but just hooked his fingers and pulled out several 12-segment time worms from the other party.

"It seems that you have already met Amon. How is he? Is he exactly as I said? He is a complete bastard."

Klein remained silent, silently absorbing the spiritual energy stored in the Black Iron Cross to make up for his own losses.

After a moment, he stood up and smiled bitterly, "I finally understand why you emphasized so much on being careful of Amon. It's a great mercy from him that I'm still alive."

"Mercy? You're just afraid of offending people, so you leave some room for maneuver..." Jon said softly.

Hearing this, Klein's eyes flickered, and he wanted to ask several times.

But in the end, I kept the words deep in my heart.

Now is not the time for a showdown.

……

……

Backlund, Grand Plaza.

Although George III's trusted guards were trying their best to smooth things over, he still felt powerless facing the questioning eyes of the audience.

The impassioned speech turned into a farce.

If there hadn't been soldiers with real guns and bullets on the scene to suppress the situation, there would probably have been a riot here.

However, compared to such a small matter as a failed speech.

The turmoil within the Augustus family was truly devastating.

During the ceremony, most of the extraordinary people at the saint level retained their vitality, but the angels including Drinker Augustus, the founder of the family William Augustus, and the protagonist of this ceremony, George III, all had their lives and deaths unknown.

Of course, "life or death unknown" is just a nice way of saying it. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that those missing people are completely gone.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

The deification ceremony that Augustus had planned for many years failed, but the noble alliance of Loen was overjoyed.

Because the major official churches with which they have close ties have informed them through certain secret channels that the power of the Augustus family has been greatly weakened.

Subtext: The flag on the city wall changes, today!

Of course, a rebellion cannot be resolved in a short period of time. Moreover, although the top power of the Augustus family has disappeared, there are still many backbone forces.

A tiger will not fall even if it dies.

But the nobles were not too panicked.

It's still a long time.

They are in no hurry.

Rune now is like a tempting cake, everyone who sees it wants to take a bite.

The game of power, the political struggle, and the upcoming war have made the situation confusing...

Adam and Amon, who had fled to the southern continent, looked at the square object in front of them in silence, with a myriad of thoughts in their minds.

Perhaps recalling some past events, Adam sighed.

——This was the second time he sighed today, more times than he had sighed in the past thousands of years.

Amon pinched his monocle in confusion.

Is this the most precious treasure?

He didn't understand.

Logically speaking, shouldn't it be 'Source Castle'?

Yes.

At the critical moment, luck was on Klein's side.

Using the power of the gray fog, he shifted Amon's target from the 'Source Castle' to the 'cell phone' that the Starry Sky Evil God had given her.

This 'mobile phone' cannot be damaged in any way or by any means, which shows how precious it is.

There is absolutely no problem in calling it the "most precious treasure" -

Chapter 465 What to do next...

Monday afternoon, 2:58.

Following the instructions, Emlyn began to pray to the great god in the secret room under Backlund.

In an instant, the red light surrounded his consciousness.

After a brief moment of distraction, Emlyn's vision suddenly became clear, and he saw the mysterious being sitting at the head of the mottled long table.

"Fool"!

Emlyn's heart was shocked.

He was about to salute, but before he could open his mouth, several figures appeared opposite the long table and to his side. Their faces were unclear like his, and they were surrounded by gray mist.

Among them, the lady with a voice as light as a nightingale paused for a moment and extended a warm greeting to her fellow members.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man..."

From left to right, male to female.

Of course, she put Emlyn, whose identity had not yet been drawn, at the end.

"Hello, stranger, welcome to the Tarot Club." After saying this, Audrey finally completed her weekly routine task.