The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Anyway, I have already endured so many days, one or two more days won’t make a difference.

If it really doesn't work, I'll wait until the red moon shines on the land of the dead, then hide in the cracks of history, pet the dog all night and then come out.

The plan is very full.

Reality is fuller.

As plump as a 300-pound heavy tank!

Klein is still thinking about it.

Suddenly, the thread of his spiritual body floated upwards.

"Oops."

Klein was shocked and had no time to think about anything else. He quickly fished out Amon's projection.

Amon appeared holding a monocle and a playful smile on his face.

Klein's expression froze.

——The spell just now failed. This is not the projection of Amon that he fished out!

"I've got the chance, Bertrand."

With the cry of crows, little Zaratul emerged from the darkness like the villain in the story.

He stared at Klein with fiery eyes, as if he was staring at a priceless treasure.

“Zaratul…” Klein narrowed his eyes.

He thought that little Zaratul would not be willing to leave just like that, but he did not expect that the other party would act so quickly.

I was careless and didn't dodge.

But it doesn’t matter.

He had been prepared for this.

He turned his palms.

A gray cross emanated evil and twisted waves.

Little Zaratul snorted coldly: "The True Creator? Hmph, His power doesn't work here!"

Klein didn't say anything.

In the blink of an eye, a crazy handsome man appeared in front of him.

Klein: Help me, Mr. Sherlock! (crying)

Sherlock Moriarty: Get away from meow meow! (cold and fierce)

Little Zaratul had already witnessed the might of the newly born dark angel in the misty town, so how could he not be on guard?

With a gleam in his eyes, he took out a rusty cross from somewhere.

Amon pinched his monocle and smiled strangely at Klein. Then his entire body turned into a cloud of green smoke and merged with the rusty cross.

Before Sherlock Moriarty could make a move, he was sealed into the cross in little Zaratul's hand.

Klein was dumbfounded.

Inexplicably, he felt something fall on his face...

"Bertrand, don't underestimate the power of miracles."

Little Zaratul sneered without noticing anything.

Only by satisfying the wishes of others first can you satisfy your own wishes.

He fulfilled Crane's wish to reach the summit of Hornachs Peak.

So--

His own wishes should also be met.

"Your greatest support has been destroyed. I wonder what tricks you still have to offer."

Little Zaratul approached Klein step by step.

After so many days of patience, I finally reaped the best results.

Sefirah Castle is his!

They use the power of the Source Castle to return to the real world and merge with the main body.

He can truly become a 'secret servant'.

and many more.

If we could also get the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness of the demon wolf.

Who else but him could sit on the throne of the Fool?

Klein frowned, but he did not panic because Sherlock Moriarty was sealed.

In fact, he could temporarily use the power of Sefirah Castle to break free from Little Zaratul's control.

but……

Resisting the urge to pinch his eye sockets, Klein said in a deep voice, "Since you have offered yourself to me, don't blame me for being disrespectful to the elderly."

The corners of his mouth lifted up, and he shouted with all his strength, "Anti! Go! Nu! Si!"

"Antigonus!"

"Antigonus!"

“Antignus!

Except for the first sound, the rest were hysterical responses from the 'wind chimes'.

Little Zaratul panicked: "What are you going to do?"

“What are you doing? Start.” Klein smiled brightly.

After saying this, he directly released his control over the spirit thread and let the thread drift into the dark void.

Little Zaratul didn't know what Klein was going to do.

But he knew that he must not let the other party succeed!

I can't take care of anything else.

The old man quickly used his secret technique to compete with the "source" of the Honachis Mountains for the "ownership" of Klein's spiritual thread.

Klein was happy to watch the show.

I just watched the fight between little Zaratul and the crazy Antigonus like a passerby.

pity.

Little Zaratul is not complete after all.

Even with the status of an angel, he is no match for the demon wolf.

Klein smiled and waved to little Zaratul: "See you on the beam later."

Little Zaratul: !!!

madman.

Would you rather give Sefirah Castle to Antigonus who has lost control than give him Zaratul?

Little Zaratu felt so aggrieved that he felt like a corporate slave who had finally received his first month's salary but had to pay 3,000 yuan to the company.

But the next second, he realized something was wrong.

The suspended Bertrand was clearly an empty shell!

Where is Ling?

Where is Sefirah Castle?

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

In an instant, the entire land of the dead was echoing with strange whispers.

Little Zaratul was distraught.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, he walked out of the house holding the rusty cross.

At this moment, an illusory tentacle stretched out from the void and knocked little Zaratul to the ground.

"Antigonus!" Little Zaratul was terrified.

He pretended to be dead in the steeple church for so many years, just to avoid being hunted by Antigonus.

Now look what happened, I've run into trouble.

Repeat the old trick.

Little Zaratul connected the starting point and the end point of his own spirit line to form a complete circle.

But even so, he still couldn't escape the fate of being hunted.

The illusory tentacles rolled up, and little Zaratul disappeared instantly.

Only Klein's empty shell was left hanging on the beam, mechanically shouting "Honakis...Fregela..."

Time returns to the present——

"Klein?"

"Klein, say something!"

"Hello, it's me, Leonard. I'm here to save you."

Leonard was startled and tried to use his voice to awaken Klein's consciousness.

But Grandpa Pales advised him not to waste his time.

After looking at him for a long time, the old man said seriously: "Okay, look at how useless you are... Your friend is not dead, but only a body is left here."

Body?

Leonard seemed to understand.

Grandpa Pales chuckled: "Cicada, do you understand? What's hanging up is just the cicada shell."

"In other words, Klein is okay?" Leonard asked anxiously.

Grandpa Pales didn't dare to say it too firmly. "I'm not sure yet, but..."

"Just what?"

Paris said nothing more.

In fact, what he wanted to say was that this method of escape was very similar to the flesh and blood magic of the Hanged Man, and also had some shadows of the wrong way of stealing fate.

Tsk.

It's really hard to see through.

Leonard's mood has stabilized a little.

After a pause, he asked again: "Since what's here is just an empty shell, can you let him go?"

"No!" Grandpa Pales refused decisively.

"You are protected by a secret power, so you are not harmed by Antigonus. Once you touch that guy's secret doll, our existence will be exposed."

Hearing this, Leonard did not insist any more.

After working in the Red Gloves team for so many years, he still knows what is important and what is not.

The most urgent task is to quickly find Klein's real body and then make other plans.

Thinking of this, Leonard said to Grandpa Pales, "We saw a lot of crows outside just now. Your reaction was a little strange... But I didn't have time to ask you then. Now tell me what those crows are."

"If I'm not mistaken, those crows should be the secret puppets of little Zaratul. Little Zaratul is a very sinister and cunning person. I suspect that your friend's escape is also related to that family."

Leonard's heart trembled.