The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

But this is not a problem for Klein.

Not caring that Amon was right beside him, he prayed directly to himself and took out many strange 'little things' from Sefirah Castle.

Amon was a little dumbfounded.

This……

seed?

He was well-read and had lived from ancient times to the present, but he couldn't recognize what kind of seed this was.

Klein explained with a complicated expression, "Before this trip, I asked a botanical expert for a lot of emergency food. Take a look."

After saying that, he gently scratched the tip of his thumb with his fingernail and squeezed out a drop of blood.

The blood fell on the seeds and seeped into them at once.

What happened next dumbfounded the knowledgeable Amon.

However, the seeds sprouted strangely and grew into many blood-colored flowers. In the center of the flowers were plump fruits, which faintly revealed the aroma of beef.

Amon: ???

What's going on? This is it!

Isn’t this a bit too outrageous?

Although it was Klein who took the initiative to drip blood to make the seeds germinate and bloom, his expression still looked a little ugly after witnessing such a weird scene.

but……

Just to survive.

Don't worry about it.

It doesn’t matter how weird it is, as long as it’s edible.

After repeatedly building up his psychological defenses, Klein plucked a flower and peeled off the petals, revealing the bright red tender beef inside, whose muscle nerves were still throbbing slightly.

Amon showed a look of disgust.

Klein ignored Amon, and as the flames scorched him slightly, he stuffed the beef into his mouth in two or three bites.

Hey, it’s so fragrant, so beautiful, and so authentic!

Amon shook his head when he saw it.

But I also developed a great interest in the creators of these seeds.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Klein almost choked on the roast beef.

"You are here with bad intentions, brother Ke." Amon said gloatingly, "Maybe it was the aroma of your barbecue that attracted those people outside the door."

Klein said nothing.

In the town, everyone except little Zaratul was dead. They had no vision, smell, or taste in the normal sense. How could they be attracted by the aroma of barbecue?

Then there is only one answer - Antigonus!

"We've been discovered." Klein's face was solemn.

But at this moment, he heard the cries of many crows.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Black crows covered the sky like a violent storm.

Klein took a breath.

Then he reacted and looked at Amon beside him: "Brother Meng, go ahead!"

Amon: ...

In theory I am indeed a historical projection driven by you.

But what do you mean by the tone of your dog training?

Amon frowned and reluctantly pushed the door open and walked out.

Chapter 648: Mountain Climbing (V)

Reluctant as it is.

Things still need to be done.

No matter what the reason was, Amon couldn't just watch Klein die here.

"It's been a long time since I felt this way." Pinching his monocle, Amon's lips curled up into a nostalgic smile.

With a wave of his hand, he stole dozens of little Zarathu's crow puppets.

Shared vision.

Amon found that the residents of the entire town were moving towards this side in a step-by-step manner.

"Hey, why do you have to grill some meat for no reason?"

Amon was somewhat helpless. "Zaratul is clearly trying to force you to make a choice in this way."

Klein actually thought of this as well.

But he didn't expect little Zaratul to be so ruthless.

We have been trapped here for so many years and finally waited for rescue. Aren't you afraid of being killed by accident?

But at this point, what else did Klein have to say? He cursed him inwardly as a lunatic, took off the black iron cross he was wearing, took a deep breath, and uttered a low, terrifying muttering.

Seeing this, Amon couldn't help but laugh and said, "It seems that Adam's gift was really the right one."

Let’s leave Kaiyuanbao aside.

Among all the items on Klein's body, only Chick's Ring and the Black Iron Cross have the highest status.

Not long ago, he traded 'Chik's Ring' to Amon, so in this kind of emergency he can only rely on the 'Black Iron Cross'.

Although the 'black iron cross' is often jokingly referred to as an external spiritual reserve.

But Klein knew very well that the Black Iron Cross could do more than just serve as a battery.

However, he saw that many seeds that Klein had previously used as emergency food suddenly mutated. The budding flowers of fresh flesh actually grew tentacles, looking extremely evil!

Amon caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and felt a chill in his heart.

On second thought, a strange expectation arose in my heart.

"If this thing is used properly, it can be a real weapon of war..."

While he was muttering to himself, the plant monsters that Klein had spawned launched an indiscriminate attack on the secret puppets outside the house.

There are many extraordinary ones among those puppets, but unfortunately their control methods are too primitive. At least in Klein's eyes, the demon wolf Antigonus is definitely not a qualified "Puppet Master".

"In other words, Antigonus' current condition is actually very bad?" A hint of enlightenment emerged in his mind, and Klein placed the 'Black Iron Cross' on his forehead.

Gulu gulu...

The black mucus condensed and instantly transformed into a complete human form.

Elegantly cold-blooded, quietly crazy.

As soon as the new dark angel Sherlock Moriarty appeared, he caused strange changes in the surrounding environment.

Amon had come into contact with the Black Iron Cross before, but this was his first time meeting the reincarnation of Sasriel. He looked him up and down, with a rare look of nostalgia emerging in the depths of his eyes.

"It's been...long time."

Sherlock Moriarty ignored Amon and respectfully took the black iron cross from Klein.

The next second, a shadowed head grew on both sides of his shoulders, one young and the other old.

Both heads twisted and squirmed outward, each taking away one-third of Sherlock Moriarty's body.

However, the extraordinary people of the Hanged Man path were proficient in flesh and blood magic, and within a few breaths, they became whole again.

"Judgement!"

"Light!"

"storm!"

First create a combat environment that is favorable to yourself, and then bombard it with sunlight and thunder in turn.

Perhaps it was because Adam had regained the authority over the sun, Sherlock Moriarty did not feel any discomfort when he used the 'shepherd' ability to drive souls to herd the souls of the extraordinary people in the Sun Pathway.

Amon was amazed and went back into the house. "Amazing! Is this where your confidence comes from?"

Klein said nothing.

Amon didn't mind, but he suddenly found himself fading a little bit.

He was stunned at first, then he suddenly realized.

Yes.

The spirituality that maintains this historical projection is mostly supplied by the 'Black Iron Cross'.

Now the Black Iron Cross (Sherlock Moriarty) is fighting those secret dolls, so naturally he has no time to care about this side.

Amon curled his lips and handed little Zaratul's crow puppets to Klein before they disappeared. He said sincerely, "Don't die."

“No.” Klein accepted the crow puppets without hesitation.

After he finished speaking, Amon disappeared.

Klein pondered for a moment and decided to take the obsidian that little Zaratul mentioned in his hand first.

Only in this way can he have the qualifications to negotiate.

"Goddess, please bless me with a successful divination." Klein muttered to himself, lowered the topaz on his wrist, and asked his question with ease.

After a while, the citrine began to swing in an orderly manner.

His spiritual intuition guided him in a certain direction, and Klein was delighted.

thanks Mom!

Mom is so kind!

On the other side, little Zaratul in the spire church saw Klein's every move through the crow puppet, and a sly smile appeared on his old face.

With his vision, how could he not see that Klein was not as simple as he appeared.

Apart from anything else, the fact that the other party can summon Amon's historical projection alone cannot be viewed with common sense.

Moreover, as the owner of the previous generation's 'Antigonus Notebook', he knew too well the mysterious aura left in that notebook.

And for some reason, he also felt a hint of the power of the night in Klein.

Amon and the Goddess of Night, it is hard to imagine that these two completely unrelated beings would bet on the same person.

Little Zaratul's ability to become a 'miracle worker' was not based on luck.

As all the literature records, he was an intelligent and cunning man.

He had a vague feeling that he and the young 'fortune teller' named Bertrand would have a battle sooner or later.

But now...

He needs the help of the other party to escape.

"Let me see how far you can go." Little Zaratul's eyes were full of anticipation.

But Klein was in a terrible situation.

Even though Sherlock Moriarty was there to cover his retreat, there were too many residents in the foggy town, and there were also many extraordinary people who entered this place from the outside world and were made into wind chimes.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Even if Sherlock Moriarty created two clones, they were still not enough to be chased by a large number of puppets.

Klein fought and retreated.