The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

A blood-stained copper whistle fell in front of Klein.

Klein's eyes narrowed.

“Ga…ga ga…ga ga ga…”

The undead creature looks like a horse, but when it opens its mouth it sounds like a duck.

Queen Xiya frowned, "It said that Mr. Azik was ambushed and urgently needs rescue."

“I know.” Klein picked up the whistle, his expression gloomy. “This is obvious.”

"Then what are you waiting for? Open the portal." Queen Xia couldn't wait any longer and couldn't help urging.

Only at this time can one see some of the naive girlish nature in her.

Klein was equally anxious.

But having just experienced being schemed against, he became cautious.

The Bone Messenger was asked for some details.

The Bone Messenger screamed crazily, and Queen Shia was at the side translating.

"It says Mr. Azik was ambushed by Jorak and the Witch Church."

“The situation is extremely dangerous.”

"Not only that, there is something else that scares it very much."

"A strong smell of death."

"Like a god..."

Chapter 670 Siege

'Like a deity'

Hearing this, Klein secretly took it to heart.

Although from the perspective of an undead creature, any saint or angel possesses the majesty of a god in its eyes.

However, combined with the recent unusual movements of the 'artificial death god faction' headed by Haitel, it was hard for him not to suspect that those guys had created another fake artificial death god.

"That's pretty much the situation." Queen Xia looked at Klein: "What are you going to do?"

"It's not a question of 'what to do', it's that we have no choice."

Klein scratched his brow helplessly: "I can't just watch someone die without helping him."

He changed the subject: "It's just..."

Thousands of miles away

——The southern suburbs hills.

This place once belonged to the Highland Kingdom, but with the passage of time, the land beneath our feet has become a no-man's land, with weeds growing everywhere and graves everywhere.

Azik looked a little embarrassed.

He stared at his old friend who had turned into a pure undead creature not far away, and laughed at himself: "I haven't been out and about for too long, my body has become rusty."

"Azik Aix, you traitor, as His Majesty's own son, how could you..."

The terrifying monster with a body as big as a hill, a face sewn on his chest, and ghostly lights burning in his eyes said in a humming voice: "How could you betray His Majesty and join others!"

"I can explain this question." Azik was still smiling: "The question is, are you willing to sit down and talk to me?"

"Dream on!" The horrible monster raised his fist, roared and smashed it down with all his might.

Azik pointed a finger.

The feathered serpent phantom transformed by the power of death rose against the wind.

boom--

The attacks of both cancel each other out.

Azik's eyes became more serious, and he couldn't help but sighed: "The original power."

"This is the true meaning of destruction." The terrifying monster opened its arms, "Destruction brings death, and death brings destruction. The two coexist and complement each other!"

Azik held the brim of his hat and shook his head: "Your vision is still as bad as ever, old friend."

"Original Witch"?

What rubbish.

How can we make the spiritual cult bigger and stronger by following a deity that can't even protect itself?

He glanced around casually, "Okay, the initial test is over, don't you want to come out and meet?"

The cold wind blew and the atmosphere was quiet.

The horrible monster paused, as if it wanted to say something.

At this moment, two figures appeared behind Azik, holding him hostage, one on the left and one on the right.

"Katerina Pele, the 'White Saint', and...Angie Melvold, the 'Black Saint'. Oh, it's an honor to meet so many old friends." Azik easily said the names of the people he was facing.

Then, he showed a puzzled look again: "When did you become angels?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he suddenly said: "Oh, I understand, it must be the original influence, which gave you the status of an angel temporarily."

Turn around and look at the terrifying monster.

To be exact, it was the face sewn into the heart of the monster. Azik could not help but sigh: "False God... why bother."

"Oh, I want to see how long you can maintain that calm look." The terrifying monster stared at Azik: "With your blood essence, the 'god' will undergo another transformation. !”

Hearing this, Azik raised his head and said, "If I give you some blood, then we don't have to continue fighting?"

call out!

call out!

As soon as the words fell, the sound of breaking through the air resounded.

Azik held two small black and white snakes that were invisible to the naked eye with the index and middle fingers of both hands, and laughed softly: "It seems that it won't work."

After throwing away the little snake, a dark aura filled his eye sockets.

A few dozen meters around, there was an inexplicable sound of flowing water...

"Get rid of him!"

"kill him!"

The black and white witches said in unison.

As their words came, thunder descended and the earth shook!

'Disaster Witch', in charge of all disaster areas.

The terrifying monster was not idle either. It stretched out its two legs and flew towards Azik.

Azik's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said softly, "Funeral in the Styx."

This is the signature ability of the Death God Sequence, Sequence 3 ‘Ferryman’: any living being that looks into its eyes will die immediately, and even those with divinity will suffer severe damage; even if there is no visual contact, the target it takes into its sight will slowly wither, like crossing a river of death inch by inch.

The monster itself is a Sequence 3 'Ferryman', immune to death magic to a large extent. In addition, there is an artificial death embryo sutured on its heart. It can be said that the angels of ordinary death pathways cannot do anything to him.

of course.

Azik does not fall into this 'ordinary' category.

The monster that brought death to all things in the world finally experienced the fear of death firsthand.

He screamed desperately, but couldn't interrupt the process.

When the two witches saw this, they were both horrified.

How come Azik Eggers' condition is so much better than what the intelligence said?

This kind of power.

It's not much worse than the period of the Death Archon of the Balam Empire!

"Hmm... I haven't been this serious for a long time." Azik did not feel the joy of succeeding in one strike, but shook his head with a tired look on his face: "My body is a little exhausted."

Black and White Witch: ...

This must have been said on purpose for them to hear!

in fact.

Azik didn't lie.

Because of soul problems, the way forward is blocked.

The best he could achieve in this life was Sequence 2.

How can there be no pressure when fighting against three angels of the same level at the same time?

Even though he was safe and sound during thunder and earthquakes and looked like a master, in fact, a large part of his energy was distracted in dealing with those disasters and possible curses.

The horrible monster temporarily lost its ability to fight, but did not leave the battlefield.

It exited its undead form and turned into a skinny old man with a goatee and little flesh on his body.

The old man showed a look of fear on his face, his legs and feet were extremely nimble, and he moved away from Azik like an old monkey.

If someone hadn't created the embryo of the god of death, he would have been forcibly pulled into the underworld just now!

You can enter by yourself and come out.

Being pulled in by others, but unable to get out...

"Damn it, the power of death that I have accumulated." The old man with a goatee covered his chest with his hands in pain.

How many lives must be sacrificed to make up for the loss just now?

When he thought of this problem, he felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to tear Azik into pieces!

Seeing this, Azik couldn't help but laugh and said, "You'd better give up that ridiculous plan. Can a god that can be cultivated really be a god? Luca Burnett, old friend, are you sure you want to believe in such a ridiculous thing?"

"Shut up!" Luca Burnett yelled, "What do you know!"

"Why don't I understand?" Azik rarely got serious in order to regain his composure. "Isn't it because you are obsessed with the glory of the Balam Empire that you can't accept the current situation?"

He shook his head and said, "Let the past be the past. The Balam Empire and the God of Death will never come back. Even if there are new God of Death, they will not be cultivated by you personally."

"Not necessarily." Katerina Pellet suddenly interrupted.

She was wearing a simple and holy white robe, had extremely shiny black hair, and a pair of blue eyes that seemed mature and innocent, deep and childish. She was clear, beautiful and graceful.

Facing Azik, the White Saint whispered: "With the original power, everything is possible."

"The origin I know is the origin of 'the beginning of the beginning, the end of the end'." Azik made a 'praise the fool' gesture provocatively under the gaze of Catalina Pele: "I wonder what the origin you are talking about is?"

"Original Witch"?

Really unfamiliar.

Catalina Pele was so temperamental that she was almost pissed off by Azik.

Not seen for hundreds of years.

She felt that Azik Eggers had become...even more mean?

He who keeps company with vermilion becomes red, he who keeps company with ink becomes black, and he who keeps company with wood becomes despicable.

Azik stayed in the manor, and the person he communicated with most was Qiao, so he was inevitably affected.

The 'Black Saint' Angel Myhrvold frowned slightly. She was wearing a gorgeous and complicated black palace dress, with smooth white hair and creamy skin, revealing dignity and elegance from the inside out.

Without leaving any trace, the Black Saint winked at Luca Burnett.

Luca Burnett understood and quietly cut his finger.

Friendly communication in public.

He had already been secretly planning a plan to kill the other party.

Azik calculated the time.

I thought that if Klein didn't see his messenger, he would have to resort to the final resort...