The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Jon shrugged. "Just to relax you. I see you've been a little tense lately, so I'm going to relieve some of the pressure for you."

Don't tell me.

You really don’t want to say that.

After this commotion, Klein did feel a lot more relaxed.

Although the performance directly touched upon the core of the potion, the feeling of distorting and splitting oneself was also part of the performance. After too many puppet shows and absurd comedies, Klein had already been exhausted physically and mentally, and he had only been gritting his teeth and holding on.

"You are now even more professional than a psychiatrist." Klein said in a complicated tone, "But thanks to you, the slight risk of losing control has been eliminated."

Jon blinked, "Then why don't you say thank you, Brother Jon."

Klein: ...

Is the best way to maintain humanity to not be human?

He coughed dryly and got down to business: “Now that you’ve taken that step, why are you still doing that?”

"Because the one who appears here is just a clone condensed from the ashes of the abyss. My real body is still in the abyss." Jon said as a matter of course.

"Ashes of the Abyss?" Klein looked at it again and again, but couldn't detect any clues.

Jon spread his hands like a little bear and said helplessly: "To become a god, you have to go to the outer barrier of the sky and become a part of the protective force, but my path is too special. Even if I want to go, Manman and Lily are worried about me."

Manman, Lily.

If the Goddess of Night and Mother Earth knew you called them that.

what?

I've called it before.

That's fine.

Klein's expression turned serious, and he said, "Amon has set his sights on me."

Jon: “I know.”

"Did you really send Miss Makima?" Klein asked.

Jon nodded, "She's a fairly interesting demon. She needs help here and there. I usually ask her to run errands for me."

demon……

Such a beautiful person...

It's really not normal.

Klein quickly forgot about it and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Just as he started talking, he was interrupted by Jon: "It's not that I have any plans, but what plans do you have? I have become a god now, what plans can I have? The only thing left is to cut down the "Mother Tree of Desire". But to accomplish this, I still need your strength.

So here comes the question.”

He stared into Klein's eyes and asked very seriously, "When will you become a god?"

Become a god?

I'm going to be driven crazy by Amon's pursuit!

Klein smiled bitterly. “I have reached an agreement with the Goddess of Night. Don’t ask me what it is. It involves keeping a secret. Even if you are a Sequence 0, I cannot tell you. Anyway, you just need to know that I need to infiltrate the Dusk Palace in Saint Miron.”

Think of a solution quickly, Jon A-meng!

Jon looked helpless: "I really can't do anything with you, Nobi-kun."

Nobi-kun?

I'm not Nobita!

Although he wanted to say so, facing a problem that he couldn't solve, Klein still followed his heart and said, "Please show me a way forward."

Jon did not answer immediately, but let Klein tell him about his preparations first.

Klein released Wilster Dale. "I originally planned to use the Marionette to find a chance to enter the Dusk Palace, but Sequence 5..."

"You're not qualified for Sequence 5, and you can't beat those with higher levels, right?" Jon could understand Klein's feelings very well. "Besides, Amon has been chasing you all the time, making you feel overwhelmed."

“Yes, yes, that’s right!” Klein nodded repeatedly.

My parents gave me life, and my adoptive father understands me!

and many more.

Foster father?

Klein seemed to remember something.

"I can tell from the look on your face that you have bad ideas." Jon showed a 'teachable' expression.

Klein pondered for a moment and said, "The Church of the God of War is different from other churches. They place more emphasis on family and blood ties, and adopting adopted sons and daughters has become a trend."

Jon expressed his understanding. After all, as a descendant of the ancient giant king's court, a strong bloodline would make it easier to cultivate high-sequence strongmen.

Klein said, “By searching through my scattered memories, I discovered that Verster also has a foster father, and that he holds a high status within the Church of the God of War. But now Amon…”

"Don't worry about Amon. Just do your thing. I decided to go and meet the naughty kid myself." Jon said with a smile, "I haven't persecuted Amon for a long time. I'm itching to do it."

Thousands of miles apart.

"A-choo!" Amon, who was talking to Makima about his illness, suddenly sneezed.

He was an angel on earth, a living mythical creature, and minor ailments like colds were almost nonexistent.

wow-

The chair in the tavern was thrown roughly, and Amon's face changed suddenly.

Ignoring the looks from the people around him, he took out the cell phone from his pocket, as if to confirm something.

After a moment, Amon said to Machima with a grim face: "Nice to meet you, Miss Machima, but I have to go."

After saying this, it burst like a bubble and disappeared in an instant.

Makima with golden pupils smiled, took out a transparent twelve-ringed insect from her hair, and whispered, "I command you not to leave."

(PS Makima is the ruling demon who fell into the abyss in the Chainsaw Man chapter. He can rule over all beings that he subjectively believes are lower than himself)

Chapter 615: Amon's defense is broken, and Adam becomes a new man

"Makima used the 'Word Spirit Technique'"

"Amon was not affected."

"Amon escaped..."

Although she had no intention of completely controlling the other party, Makima was still a little surprised that he was not affected at all.

But it doesn’t matter.

From the conversation just now, it seems that guy has been tainted with some aura of the abyss.

As long as this breath is still there.

Even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, the 'Master of the Abyss' will find him.

……

……

All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation.

Amon felt unwell after sensing that a certain person was about to arrive.

After all, he has suffered too much.

Even his only 'ally' Adam was nothing more than this in his eyes.

In short, you have to run.

The further you run, the better!

Given Amon's status as an angel on earth, it was normal for him to travel a million miles in an instant.

But he was still worried, and like a stressed cat, he kept paying attention to his surroundings.

at last.

Amon escaped to a strange space different from the real world.

It was a stone square floating in the void, with pitch-black stone pillars standing around it, supporting a magnificent church. Every pitch-black stone pillar, every arch, and every dome of the church was inlaid with bones of different races. They were densely packed together in a chaotic manner, surrounding a cross that was hundreds of meters long, and staring at the slightly tiny target in the center of the hall with empty eyes, as if conducting some kind of divine judgment.

On the walls, windows, and doors of the church, transparent and distorted faces stood out, as if countless souls were sealed inside.

In front of the cross, there are rows of black seats with backrests.

In the center, an expressionless priest is praying with his hands clasped and his eyes closed.

“He’s here!” Amon was still terrified, and for the first time ever, he pulled at Adam’s white linen priest robe, “He’s back!”

Adam turned around, opened his pure golden eyes, and said calmly: "I know."

Then, he changed the subject, "In fact, He has already arrived."

Amon was stunned.

Then he suddenly realized something and screamed, "It's you!"

Adam's face twisted and turned into the nightmare deep in Amon's heart.

The surrounding scene was also changing rapidly. Countless doors were squeezed and twisted, revealing a bit of absurdity amidst the horror.

"Jon!" Amon was furious.

With a scream, it turned into many transparent bubbles.

"Ha, you still want to run?" Jon threw off his disguise like tearing off skin.

With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared without a trace.

Available in the next second.

Amon, who had already left, suddenly solidified himself again.

He pinched the crystal monocle on his eye socket, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Fortunately, I am better than him."

"Oh? Really."

A faint voice came from the 'skin' that Jon tore off.

Amon couldn't react at all. The layer of "skin" seemed to have life and stuck to the naughty kid.

Amon was gradually losing consciousness and became panic-stricken.

"Wait a minute! We can talk!"

"You never forget to steal things while you're talking. This is a bad habit that needs to be changed." While he was talking, the layer of 'skin' became even tighter.

As a last resort, Amon had to use the "Emergency Escape Technique" and exploded into a pile of transparent bugs.

The bugs were wriggling outwards frantically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Jon's voice remained calm. "You can even influence the laws of time. Amon, you have made great progress."

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, a maid carrying a basket pinched her eyes for no apparent reason and said with great fear, "I almost died."

After he finished speaking, a faint voice sounded behind him, "You are not dead now, that's because I haven't had enough fun yet."

Amon suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He turned around little by little, only to see a black cat squatting on the wall, staring at him teasingly.

"Get out!" Amon roared angrily.

Don't be surprised.

As the god of mischief, Amon is actually a glass sword.

Although it can hurt people, its own psychological defense is really low.

He can rely on his innate personality to bully and disgust others.

in contrast.

If there is a being with similar abilities to his but much stronger than him, playing tricks on him in the same way.