The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

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Although the foggy town is strange, its area is not too large.

Soon, he found the same 'Mother of Heaven' statue as the one in the spire church in a hidden corner.

Without time to study it carefully, Klein roughly removed the obsidian inlaid on the statue's forehead.

As soon as he took the thing in his hand, he felt a bone-chilling cold, and his whole body was gradually getting colder.

“Don’t!” Klein’s heart trembled.

Fortunately, he had the blessing of the Goddess of Night, which prevented him from being 'erased'.

"Very good, we have what we want." Klein turned around and looked at the gradually approaching marionettes. "It's time to go negotiate with Zaratul."

At this time, the three Sherlocks, young, middle-aged, and old, spoke at the same time: "Mr. Klein, I have a way to temporarily cut off the control of the "source" of the spire church over the secret doll outside the door. After that, I will fall into a deep sleep for a period of time. During this period, you will have to worry about everything yourself."

Hearing this, Klein was stunned for a moment, then nodded gently, "Thank you, Sherlock."

A faint smile appeared on the three Sherlock Moriarty's faces.

Then, a lot of black mucus oozed out from their bodies, and as if it had life, it gathered into a sea of shadow, sweeping in all directions.

The pursuing secret puppets were unable to dodge and were all swallowed up by the black ocean.

This is just the beginning.

The plant monsters that Klein had just created resonated with the black ocean. After growing a crop, they actually underwent a second mutation. The black blood vessel balls clump together to form a terrifying monster with an unknown number of arms and eyes!

When Klein thought about how enthusiastically he had eaten just now, his stomach couldn't help but churn.

No, no!

Now is not the time to think about these things. Sherlock Moriarty has finally created an opportunity for him. If he can't seize it, wouldn't he be the same as a Muggle?

Klein rolled and crawled, using displacement skills one after another.

On the way he met a few stragglers, which caused him a lot of trouble. Fortunately, he also had the Crow Doll given to him by Amon.

Don't tell me yet.

These crows may look ordinary, but in fact each one has amazing fighting power, not much inferior to ordinary beasts.

After fighting for his life, Klein finally returned to the spire church.

In the church, except for little Zaratul, all the other puppets were detained by Sherlock Moriarty.

Klein angrily walked up to the hooded old man and stared down at him. "Are you satisfied now?"

“I… I have no other choice… I’m sorry… I want to get out so badly…” Little Zaratul raised his head with great effort, looking bitter: “I have already died, and I just want to return to the embrace of heaven and earth…”

died?

A trace of suspicion flashed through Klein's mind.

Little Zaratul said to himself: "The historical projection is separated from the real body, just like all traces of existence have been wiped out. In other words, I am a person who does not exist in history. Isn't that dead?"

Klein said nothing.

After a moment's silence, he asked, "Symbol."

Little Zaratul was delighted: "Okay, okay, the symbol is here."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and outlined a pupilless eye formed by twisted lines.

"As long as we put the obsidian in the groove and use this special symbol to activate the ban, we can return to the real world."

The old man's face was full of anxiety.

However, after seeing the symbol given by little Zaratul, Klein smiled contemptuously, "Mr. Zaratul, do you think I'm an idiot who knows nothing?"

Little Zaratul pretended to be confused, "What?"

Klein said calmly, "If I do as you say, I will be the one imprisoned here. You will return to the real world with my name, my identity, and everything I have, right?"

Don’t think that I am only a demigod.

The knowledge of mysticism was also improved through intensive study.

It can be said that studying in Tingen City laid a good foundation for Klein, and ordinary traps would never fool him.

more importantly……

Sefirah Castle just issued an early warning.

Little Zaratul still wants to pretend.

Klein was too lazy to play along with this guy, so he crushed the obsidian into pieces in front of little Zaratul.

Snapped!

that moment.

Little Zaratul's heart was also broken.

"You!" He stood up suddenly and stared at Klein.

Klein took four or five steps back to a relatively safe position and said with a smile, "A miracle worker, a person who creates miracles... Look, an old man who has been paralyzed for many years stands up again. Who can say it's not a miracle?"

Little Zaratul had no intention of playing word games with Klein. He snorted coldly, and the self-circulating spirit thread suddenly broke apart, stabbing at Klein like a venomous snake.

Klein was quick-witted and reached out to grab it.

Talk about it.

Summoning the historical projection in advance is an extra plug-in given to him by Sefirah Castle.

Coincidentally.

He just happened to know someone who was very compatible with the "plug-in".

"It's decided to be you, Jon Joestar!"

The long river of history rushes forward.

Make a splash.

For a moment, little Zaratul seemed to see two people sitting opposite each other in the cafe.

One of the handsome young men with black hair and black eyes spoke in an orderly manner:

"I'm Jon Joestar."

"I am 25 years old this year."

“I am currently a travel writer and have published several best-selling novels.”

"As for the sequence... hehe, the Destiny Sequence, Sequence 6, Disaster Priest."

hum-

History is repeating itself.

John Joestar, who had just arrived in Tingen City, was rescued by Klein.

“Oh, there are some tricks, but not many.” Little Zaratul laughed.

A mere sequence 6, something that can be easily destroyed, can be considered a trump card?

Klein was also laughing.

Because he saw with his own eyes the spirit thread of little Zaratul piercing into the body of 'Jon Joestar'.

"You are going to suffer."

Little Zaratul: ???

A thought came to my mind.

Just wanted to seize the historical projection on the opposite side.

Little Zaratul found that his strength was fading away bit by bit.

Is it the passive of 'Disaster Priest'?

No.

wrong!

A mere Sequence 6 could not possibly have any effect on him.

This is also true even if what exists here is just a projection of history!

The rescued 'Jon' was not as dull as the other historical projections. He looked at the spiritual thread piercing his body, then looked at Klein who was hiding far away, and raised three fingers. "Sequence 2, it's not too much to charge you gold pounds."

“Not too much, not too much.” Klein smiled apologetically and agreed readily.

Just three hundred thousand.

The amount of money he owed to Jon had already reached an astronomical figure.

Isn’t there a saying like that?

When you owe the bank $30,000, the bank is the boss.

When you owe the bank 3 trillion, you are the boss!

Anyway, just owe it for now.

Little Zaratul was horrified, "You... you are not an ordinary Sequence 6... who are you?"

Jon did not answer, but slowly and methodically wrapped the spirit thread around himself, "Come on, don't be polite, just tell Qiao Qiao what you want."

I tell the devil to go away, you plague god!

Little Zaratul wanted to pull back the spiritual thread, but found that he could not actively cut off the connection between the two parties.

He stared at Klein in horror. "Who is he? Tell me now!"

Klein spread his hands and said, "Jon Joestar, just a travel writer passing by."

Chapter 649: Mountain Climbing (VI)

How many years have I been trapped?

Why does it feel like the Extraordinary World is so different from what I remember...

"Please give me your orders, Master Ren'er~" Jon hooked his hands around little Zaratul's shoulders, with a frivolous smile on his face that didn't match his clothes.

At first glance, it looks like a gangster threatening an elderly widower.

On the other side, Klein was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that it was really uncomfortable.

However, he knew that now was not the time to use his talent as a provocateur, so he deliberately lowered his face and said calmly, "Mr. Zaratul, now we can have a good talk."

Talk?

I'm talking about your uncle!

Don't think that Zaratul has a good temper just because he looks kind.

This old bastard who is used to playing tricks on others is tricked by others for no reason. There is no way he can be in a good mood.

Little Zaratul couldn't help but sneer: "Bertrand, don't be complacent. Without my help, you will become Antigonus's secret puppet sooner or later."

Klein scratched his brow and asked, "Really?"

He stared into little Zaratul's eyes, "Then let us wait and see."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Such decisiveness made little Zaratul a little overwhelmed.

But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to call out to the other person.

This is a 'game' on the table.

Whoever shows weakness first gives up the initiative.