The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

“Contact…contact…contact…”

Klein thought hard.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

"Black Iron Cross!"

Antigonus controlled little Zaratsu, and little Zaratsu sealed Sherlock Moriarty, and the black iron cross where Sherlock Moriarty lived was in his hands again.

Isn’t this a connection?

The more Klein thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

Then the next step is how to steal the identity of little Zarathu, turn himself into Antigonus's secret puppet, steal Antigonus's extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness, and then use the black iron cross to "resurrect" him.

“It seems like you already have some ideas.” Grandpa Pales glanced at Klein’s expression and smiled gently.

Klein smiled and said, "I do have some ideas, but they are not mature enough."

After a pause, he changed the subject: "Mr. Pales, what about you? Amon has already jumped to the Red Priest Path. You don't have to hide from him anymore. Have you ever thought about leaving Leonard and starting a new life?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Grandpa Pales was visibly stunned.

He asked Klein back: "My family has disappeared in the long river of history, and the people I knew have also disappeared. With me like this, what can I look forward to tomorrow?"

Klein: ...

Grandpa Pales smiled and said, "As for me, I plan to follow this kid and watch him rise step by step, whether he is glorious or embarrassed."

"You know, I'm an old man."

"Ha, nothing makes me happier than entertaining kids."

Chapter 658 A Winner

dark.

total darkness.

Little Zaratul felt like he no longer belonged.

He is a secret doll.

It is not completely controlled.

Looking up with difficulty.

Countless worms were coiled on the stone-carved throne. The small insects with three-dimensional patterns formed a living black vortex, with strange tentacles twisting and winding.

Looking around, I saw many men and women with stiff expressions suspended by spiritual threads.

Like himself, those people were also Antigonus's prey.

"Humph!"

Little Zaratul secretly despised Antigonus' taste.

Hang up the marionette?

What a beast indeed.

That being said...

The status quo remains unchanged.

Little Zaratul thought to himself: "We must find a way to escape as soon as possible."

At this moment, Antigonus' tentacles suddenly stretched out into the void!

Little Zaratul was startled.

After repeatedly confirming that the other party was not targeting him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, an ordinary face flashed through the old bastard’s mind.

"Bertrand, you little bastard, you can't even think about scheming against me!"

Lost.

But not completely lost.

He also has Bertrand's secret doll in his hand.

Uh.

If that can really be considered a secret puppet...

He carefully observed Antigonus - thanks to his hidden 'Secret Servant' feature, he would not lose control when facing the mythical creature form of the Angel King.

Little Zaratul began to communicate with the rusty cross.

Feel the spirituality contained in it.

He was delighted.

"As expected, a perfect incarnation!"

The Beyonders of the Hanged Man Path are skilled in flesh and blood magic and shadow magic.

Sherlock Moriarty was originally Klein's backup plan for resurrection, so little Zaratul could naturally be used as well, but it would just take a little more effort.

"I want to make this guy in the cross mistake me for Bertrand, to deceive him and fool him."

Little Zaratul began to calculate silently: "The crow puppets are gone, and there is only a little power that can be used... Sigh, it will take a long time to accumulate."

I stayed in the steeple church for countless years before I finally met Bertrand.

And now, I have to stay with Antigonus for countless years...

Even though little Zaratul had a strong mind, he couldn't help feeling sad.

It’s difficult——

Why is it so difficult to get promoted according to my search?

Those gods.

Why don't those blind gods bet on me!

Thinking.

Deep resentment arose in little Zaratul's heart.

He swore.

When they reach the throne of "The Fool", those people will pay the price sooner or later.

Especially that bitch!

Anyway, it can’t get any worse, little Zaratul slandered the Goddess of Night viciously.

If it weren't for the Goddess of Night, he would have returned to the real world and advanced to Sequence 1!

Unfortunately, my body has become crazy because of the lack of historical projection, and the secret order established by myself is probably over.

What’s even more infuriating is that something like the Church of Fools has openly appeared in the outside world!

The Fool has not yet been decided.

How dare those people!?

"Calm down..." Little Zaratul kept reminding himself in his heart, "You must stay calm at this time."

One wrong step and one wrong step after another.

If Antigonus discovered him, all would be over.

"If I fool half a fool, I will undoubtedly become the person closest to that position."

A gleam of light flashed in little Zaratul's dark eyes like the surface of water.

“Crisis is also an opportunity!”

……

"A crisis is also an opportunity."

Klein took a deep breath and said, "All I can do is risk everything and create possibilities out of the impossible."

Grandpa Pales agreed after hearing this: "The battle of sequence is extremely dangerous. Without the determination to die, you won't make it to the end."

As he spoke, his expression looked somewhat lonely.

At first.

He ended up in this situation because he lacked the determination to fight to the death with Amon.

But on second thought, it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Grandpa Pales calculated the time and said, "The promotion ceremony will be over soon. When this kid wakes up, you can..."

“I don’t intend to put Leonard in trouble.” Klein said firmly, “I will go to Antigonus by myself.”

"But, what can you do with your current spiritual state?"

Grandpa Pales's expression changed: "Although the demigod's status is low, he has the blessing of the Dark Goddess, so he should be able to help you."

"I know, and I also understand that the goddess will not let her followers die in vain." Klein said solemnly, "But no one can help me with this matter. I have to do it myself."

“You don’t want your friend to put himself in danger, do you?” Grandpa Pales exposed Klein’s lie.

Klein remained silent.

In any case, it was already very kind of the poet to come into the Honachis Mountains to help him.

Antigonus, like Adam and Mr. Men before him, is an existence infinitely close to being a god.

Facing such an opponent, Klein himself was scared, so how could he ask others to do the same?

Grandpa Pales wanted to say something else.

Suddenly, the darkness dissipated.

The red moonlight shines again.

Leonard's eyes suddenly opened.

He opened his mouth and let out a roar similar to the howl of a wolf.

Klein: ???

Brother, for me, you turned into a werewolf.

I was so touched.

The remnants of the Night Watch potion dissipated along with the howling, and Leonard's eyes regained clarity.

Shaking his head, he looked around in astonishment. Then he suddenly realized something and quickly used the night watchman's spiritual power to sink into his own mental world, where he saw Grandpa Pales and Klein.

Klein said with a relaxed look, "Congratulations, you finally became a demigod."

His tone was somewhat emotional: "Do you still remember Ince Zangwill?"

Then, he shook his head and said, "Well, I guess you have forgotten it. Anyway, congratulations on finally taking this step."

"You're talking about me. You actually became a Sequence 3 without any notice." Leonard was not complacent.

Practicing the Divine Sequence is like climbing a mountain; the higher you go, the more you realize how vast the world is.

Perhaps he had been proud before, even arrogantly thinking that he was the protagonist of the times and was born to make a career.

But by now, Leonard no longer has those naive ideas.

He stared at Klein very seriously. "Although I have been sleeping, the night is my cradle. Although I cannot hear everything you said, I can hear most of it."

Taking a deep breath, "No matter what you decide to do next, I will stay with you firmly, because I have already said that this is not only your test, but also my test."

There is no such thing as trials or no trials!

Brother, I call you brother, but Antigonus is not as simple as you think. If you are not careful, someone might die!

Klein felt extremely helpless.

But when he met the gaze of his poet classmate, he didn't know what to say.

Ultimately, this is all my own fault.