The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

He had pondered the meaning of battle and indulged in the thrill of it.

But now, he is just a warrior.

A pure warrior.

"Bishop..." The young warrior who spoke first looked ashamed.

Bishop Rommel waved his hand and said, "Be alert and always pay attention to the shadows under your feet and the suspicious people around you."

Although there were at least seventy or eighty false reports about the Aurora Society, Bishop Rommel, who was in charge of the hunting patrol, was still extremely cautious.

Unlike those guys who are used to acting at night, the worms of the Aurora Society are extremely difficult to kill and are the most difficult to guard against.

'Sigh Lulu'

The horses neighed.

Suddenly, a square-faced man dressed in tight clothes and carrying a huge sword jumped out of the town.

He was wounded, lying on the horse's back, his face pale.

"Wierst?" Bishop Rommel's eyes lit up and he recognized who the person opposite him was.

He immediately became extremely alert and drew out the long sword from his waist in a flash.

"Kill me! Quick! Kill me!" Before he got close to the crowd, Wilster Dale screamed loudly.

At the same time, many irregular bulges appeared on his body, as if something was growing.

Bishop Rommel gritted his teeth and said, "Flesh and blood magic? Damn it!"

Flesh magic and shadow magic are the specialties of the Aurora Society members. Looking at the condition of Wilster Dale, it is obvious that he cannot be saved.

Almost without hesitation, Bishop Rommel galloped on his horse, holding his sword across his side in one hand.

The moment I met Wilster.

Silver light burst out.

Bishop Rommel shouted angrily, the sword in his hand as fast as lightning.

Swah——

In an instant, Wilster Dale was cut off in the middle.

But Bishop Rommel was not careless, and the Dawn Armor condensed on his body.

as predicted.

After being cut into two pieces, Wilster Dale exploded directly.

Bishop Rommel was unscathed because he had prepared in advance, but it was a pity for his horse...

but.

Just a horse.

Nothing.

Bishop Rommel stared at the bloody mass on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Get out."

"As expected of the Hunting Bishop of the Church of the God of War, you have such a cruel heart, haha."

The flesh and blood squirmed and slowly rose.

Before long, a tall figure with a handsome face, elegant clothes and a black iron cross necklace emerged.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Bishop. My name is Sherlock, Sherlock Moriarty." Sherlock Moriarty bowed slightly.

Even though he was only a long sword away from Bishop Rommel, he remained fearless and demonstrated his gentlemanly elegance to the fullest.

"Sherlock... I know you. Are you Mr. X?" Bishop Rommel held a long sword and his voice was extremely cold.

All the blame in this world will be borne by everyone in the Aurora Society.

The same was true of the war between Feysac and Loen.

After the war broke out, these maggots from the Aurora Society came to Feysac quietly, and in the name of preaching, they set up all kinds of obstacles for the war maniacs of the Church of the God of War and the Feysac royal family. Adhering to the principle of "if I can't beat you, I will disgust you", they unscrupulously weakened the power of Feysac's local Beyonders.

The notoriety of Mr. X, the rising star of the Aurora Society, also resounded in the hearts of every Ares Church warrior and member of the Feysac royal family, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, making people hate it but feel helpless.

"Mr. X is just a code name. I can be it, you can be it, they can all be it." Sherlock Moriarty chuckled.

As he spoke, many men in black emerged from the shadows.

They are the Monk (Sequence 7) and the Bishop of Rose (Sequence 6) of the Aurora Society, and are proficient in shadow magic and flesh magic.

Upon seeing this, the extraordinary people of the Church of the God of War immediately took up fighting stances.

The war is about to start.

No matter how slow they were, these extraordinary people from the Church of the God of War understood that this was a trap set specifically for them.

Maybe there were Aurora Society's hidden hands among those beggars...

"Damn infidels!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"In the name of God, those enemies are worth fighting!"

Reckless man, don't think so much.

Anyone who thinks so much is not a qualified reckless man.

Although they were in a disadvantageous position, the extraordinary people of the Church of the God of War remained fearless.

Sherlock Moriarty lived up to the expectations of the brothers in the Church of the God of War and said softly, "Kill them."

call out!call out!call out!

Flesh Arrows.

Shadow Spear.

All kinds of strange extraordinary abilities were shot at the hunting troops of the Church of the God of War.

The young soldiers remained unmoved and instead urged their horses forward.

Heaven is on the left, warriors are on the right.

charge!

And none of them noticed.

At the first moment of the war, a man with silver hair, a weathered face and eyes as sharp as a wolf came to the edge of the town carrying two swords.

He was riding a chestnut horse, with a meaningful smile on his face. "Finally I found you, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

"Hmm?" In the center of the battlefield, Sherlock Moriarty dodged Bishop Rommel's sword, his expression changed slightly, and then he smiled and said, "I underestimated you. I didn't expect you had a backup plan."

Backhand?

Bishop Rommel was a little puzzled.

But soon, he came to his senses.

The cunning enemy was deliberately saying confusing things to disturb his mind, he couldn't be fooled!

"die!"

The sword energy is everywhere.

The dawn armor on Bishop Rommel became more solid.

at this time.

A rider rushed into the battle formation.

The twin swords are chilling!

"Sherlock, your life is taken by me, the White Wolf, myself!"

Chapter 621 Wolf

Wild horse.

Quick sword!

Under the gaze of many extraordinary people, the silver-haired man soared into the air on the saddle.

Then, the two-handed blades fell vertically.

boom--

There was a loud noise and smoke and dust filled the air.

Looking closely, it turned out that Sherlock Moriarty, who was fighting against Bishop Rommel, saw the opportunity to withdraw, allowing the thunder of the 'unexpected intruder' to hit the ground.

"Ha, this is really... delightful." Sherlock Moriarty leisurely patted the dust off his shoulders and smiled as if nothing had happened: "I didn't expect to meet you here, White Wolf."

"Sherlock." White Wolf spoke in a low voice.

Bishop Rommel's heart moved.

'White Wolf'

He had heard of the name.

A crazy adventurer active on the battlefield, a brutal mercenary who will take on any mission as long as he is paid.

Looking at this posture, could it be...

"Someone wants to buy your life." White Wolf pointed a sword at Sherlock Moriarty, put the other sword on his shoulder, and tilted his head and said, "An offer I can't refuse."

After hearing this, Sherlock Moriarty started to negotiate: "How about this? If you turn around and leave now, I will add 30% to whatever your employer offers. How about that?"

Bishop Rommel's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

White Wolf, White Wolf, you must not be defeated by the crazy guy's sugar-coated bullets!

"Sorry, I won't start the next mission until one is completed."

The White Wolf stared at Sherlock Moriarty coldly, as if he was staring at a piece of flesh lying on a chopping block and unable to move. "If you want to issue a commission, you have to wait until I kill you."

"Hey, how can I issue the commission then?" Sherlock Moriarty smiled bitterly.

But the next second, a sick and twisted expression unique to the Aurora Society members appeared on his face, "In that case, I have no choice but to kill you all!"

As soon as the words fell, thunder rolled.

Everyone in the Church of the God of War felt extremely confused.

The well-informed hunting bishop Rommel reminded: "It is the shepherd's ability to shepherd souls. Be vigilant!"

The White Wolf's sword was faster than Bishop Rommel's reminder.

The moment Sherlock Moriarty made a move, he rushed forward like a gust of wind.

Armor of Dawn, Sword of Morning.

Two killer moves unique to the warrior path were condensed.

Sherlock Moriarty looked at the other party indifferently and controlled the thunder to strike down.

boom! boom! boom!

The power of heaven cannot be stopped.

White Wolf had to stop and thrust the two Dawn Swords into the ground with his backhand.

The silver light attached to the blade of the real sword disintegrated, turning into pieces of morning light fragments. They were densely packed and countless, forming a violent and sharp hurricane that swept forward!

This is a style of fighting where you exchange injuries for injuries, and life for life.

Sherlock Moriarty frowned and disappeared in a puddle of shadow.

When the white wolf saw this, his eyes narrowed.

The glove on his left hand glowed with golden light.

"Light!"

Suddenly, golden light became bright.

Bishop Rommel stared at the White Wolf's gloves and murmured, "Creeping hunger?"