The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Although seemingly dull, Ak's eyes revealed a liveliness that did not match his appearance when he spoke.

"The people here are really miserable." Qiao smiled and took out a sharp wooden thorn from his mouth as if he had found a treasure. "You will use this thorn to kill the leader later. If you do a good job, I don't mind adding 5 more points to your final evaluation."

Ake pondered for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Is the final evaluation based on a 10-point or 100-point system?"

"The 1,000-point system, for now." A Qiao replied with a smile.

The two people in the gravel field were naturally Jon and Klein.

As for Azik, Queen Xia, and Frank Lee who came from afar, they were nowhere to be seen at this time.

Closer to home.

Klein glanced around, at the faces filled with death, and clenched his fists. "The 'Artificial Death God Faction' is simply a group of terrorists. They are even worse than terrorists!"

"You are very kind, I am very pleased, this shows that you have maintained your humanity very well, keep it up." Jon said, and suddenly spat out a small stone from his mouth. He wiped it on his clothes and handed it to Klein: "And this, in addition to the wooden thorn just now, don't forget to put this thing into the leader's... well, anywhere you want to put it."

Klein remained silent.

After a while, he said to Jon, "Is the damage caused by the artificial death god permanent?"

"In theory, it's permanent." Jon nodded.

"Is there any way to eradicate it?" Klein asked seriously.

"A solution? Yes." Jon scratched his chest. "This thing is equivalent to a simplified ritual. Since there is a ritual, there must be a way to break it. So, are you having the same old problem again? Don't ask me about everything. You are a Sequence 3 Saint after all."

Then he said, "How about this, if you can successfully save everyone in this camp, I will add 10 points to your final evaluation."

Hearing this, Klein curled his lips and said, "Then I really have to thank you."

I don't know who said, "A grain of sand from the times falls on ordinary people and becomes a mountain."

Klein had witnessed the suffering of the lower classes in the East District of Backlund, and he himself had even survived countless bills and debts. But no matter what period it was, the hardships he experienced seemed to be commonplace for the common people of Balam.

Colonial rule and religion are like two huge mountains that almost crush this continent to pieces.

Some people say that the Fool is a god who protects the poor.

Klein couldn't help but wonder, if he could spread the Gospel of Fools here, would the situation improve?

certainly--

So far, he has only thought about it.

After all, the belief in the god of death has existed in the southern continent since ancient times.

And now, the power of the God of Death has fallen into the hands of the Goddess of Night. Strictly speaking, Klein is planning to compete with the goddess for believers...

Such a rebellious act can truly be described as a "filial son".

Shaking his head and suppressing the unreasonable thoughts in his mind, Klein thought about the solution for the artificial Grim Reaper.

To be honest, this was his first time facing such a large-scale and extensive event. He was not a saint, nor was he naive enough to think that he could really save everyone. However, the more perfect the plan was, the more he could save a life and reduce a tragedy.

Fooling, error, graft.

A few key words flashed through his mind, and Klein had a general idea.

This was related to his experience of having come into contact with high-ranking Extraordinary people of this sequence and adjacent sequences in advance. His eyes became brighter and brighter, staring at Jon's chest, nodding slightly, as if in approval.

The corner of Jon's mouth rose, "Good boy, you actually set your sights on me? You're so brave! I think you should be prepared for pregnancy."

Upon hearing this, Klein's smile suddenly froze.

However, the word "pregnancy" brought him a lot of new inspiration.

While no one was around, he tentatively said to Jon, "Is it possible to gather these artificial death embryos together and form a more complete individual through grafting?"

Jon understood immediately. "It's a good idea, but it's a little difficult to implement. Can you do it yourself? Let me make it clear in advance that although I will go with you, I won't help unless it's necessary."

Klein pinched his eye sockets like Amon did and said, "Oh, I have my own way."

Chapter 675 Alive

"You really need to be punished now..."

Jon stared at Klein and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Children, don't imitate others casually, or you will get pouty."

Although Klein didn't know what "撅" meant, it must not be a good word coming from this nasty guy.

His expression calmed down and he said to Jon, "I only have one last question now."

Jon leaned back and said, "Ask."

"If infiltration can be considered as gathering intelligence to avoid alerting the enemy... maybe there is also a part of you that has been idle for too long and wants to experience the elegance of life at the bottom, but why do you want to let Abu, the honest Balam worker, see your true face?"

"This question——" Jon deliberately dragged out his tone: "Guess?"

Guess your uncle!

Klein took a deep breath.

This long-lost feeling of sadness is my lost youth.

Forget it.

If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it.

Business matters.

After making up his mind, Klein made a monkey-like gesture to Jon and said, "Give it to me."

Jon was not stingy and directly pulled off the artificial Grim Reaper on his chest.

Klein took it and also tore off the embryo transplanted in his chest. The physique of a Beyonder is always different from that of an ordinary person, so forcible removal would not have much impact.

"Whether it will succeed or not depends on whether my secret technique works well." He took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

As he finished speaking, the two tumors gradually merged into one under the guidance of the gray filaments.

Klein immediately relaxed and cheered in his heart: "Wuhu!"

Seeing this, Jon smiled and said, "The process of creating and growing an artificial Grim Reaper is itself a process of raising Gu. With humans as carriers, the higher ones devour the lower ones. Once the first form of transformation is completed, they can become relatively independent evil creatures without their own consciousness. Of course, they can also devour each other."

He stroked his smooth chin and guessed, "The Original Witch probably wants to use the members of the Artificial Death God Faction as a pilot to release artificial Death God embryos on a large scale. After winning this war, while the Goddess of Night is too busy to take care of them, she will completely control the Spiritual Cult and the Southern Continent, and then release artificial Death God embryos on a large scale, using the entire continent's population to raise Gu.

Finally, I harvested a powerful King Gu and devoured it, sharing the power of "death" in this alternative way."

Klein was stunned.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, 'Maybe this is what the original witch thought.'

No matter what.

He picked the wrong opponent.

Let's go deeper into the conspiracy theory: Could it be that Chick was deliberately pushed to the front by the "Lord of Storms" and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" to challenge John and test his bottom line?

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

but.

Those deep-level games are not something that a Sequence 3 like him can participate in right now.

No matter whether he is the "Lord of Storms", "Original Witch", "Hidden Sage" or "God of Steam and Machinery".

Now, you only need to do one thing

——Save the innocent people of Balam here!

"I'm starting." Klein said to Jon beside him, and then implanted the new artificial Grim Reaper embryo into his body.

Mobilizing the power of the Source Castle, a thin gray line extended from his back and danced in the wind.

Jon curled his lips: "Here's a suggestion: If you don't have work, you can go and bite lighters instead of stealing other people's ideas."

Never mind whether you steal or not.

Once it comes to me, it's mine.

Klein remained unmoved, and began to use his half-baked 'grafting' power in advance with the status of Sefirah Castle.

Coincidentally.

No matter what level he is at, he can always use the unique abilities of the next stage in advance.

The ability to summon historical projections was created by Jon, but 'Steal (Error)', 'Communication (Door)', and 'Grafting (Fool)' were figured out by him.

However, the artificial Grim Reaper on Klein's chest continued to grow larger, and in the blink of an eye, it burst through his clothes and took shape as a pupa!

"I should have taken a picture of you first..." Jon stared at Klein, who was 'serving the devil with his body', and reminded him, "Be careful. I should be able to give this thing to Azik to use later. Don't break it."

“Got it.” Klein responded with a buzzing voice.

At the same time, the artificial Grim Reaper matured and was about to break out of the body.

The unusual movements here could not be hidden from others after all.

After a brief moment of shock, the ordinary workers were horrified.

For a moment, I didn't even notice that the abnormality in my chest had disappeared.

Abu looked at 'Ak', who had interacted with him not long ago, and suddenly mutated, and his brain went blank in an instant.

no……

Wait a minute……

Eh?

While he was still in a daze, the outspoken 'Aqiao' rushed over and grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother Abu, run quickly! If you run too late, you will die!"

Abu was like a puppet, being dragged by the other party for a long distance. When he was out of danger, he seemed to suddenly remember something and couldn't help asking, "Wait a minute, isn't Ake your cousin? Is it really okay to just abandon him like this?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but no one wants this to happen." Jon spread his hands and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, brother, the "gift" on your chest is gone."

Reminded, Abu looked down subconsciously.

Sure enough, the throbbing tumor disappeared at some point, and his chest returned to its original firmness and smoothness.

"Roar!!!"

At this moment, the roar of a monster behind them interrupted their conversation.

Abu looked back, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

For the love of Quetzalcoatl, what on earth did he see?

The pale flesh mass looked like a small hill from a distance. What was even more bizarre was that the flesh mass kept squirming, changing into various distorted faces from time to time. In that quick glance, Abu even saw a few people who were familiar to him.

The words are divided into two parts——

The way the artificial death god raised the Gu was like a dam releasing a flood. First there was a hole, and then everything would be easy. Extraordinary aggregation, the artificial death god attached to him was like a whirlpool, constantly attracting other cells.

The artificial Grim Reaper, who originally had only a bit of spirituality, continued to rise in level after devouring and absorbing other cells, all the way from Sequence 9 to Sequence 5. He was only one step away from becoming a demigod!

Unfortunately, the people from the Spiritual Cult finally arrived in a hurry and interrupted the process.

“Out of control? No, you are an Extraordinary One!” The leader was actually a demigod, with a smooth and shiny head covered with scars, looking extremely ferocious.

"Mr. Maguire, don't worry about that guy for now, our plan is successful!"

"Death is about to mature!"

"Kill him, kill him, and welcome back our God."

There was a cacophony of chatter all around.

The bald man called Maguire had a gleam of greed in his eyes.

Although I don't know how the mutation happened.

However, it is an established fact that the gods are about to mature.

Even if this 'god' is only a part of the god of death, it is enough for him to get a lot of credit and avoid many troubles for subsequent promotions.

He is like a farmer, and the 'gods' are the fruits he harvests!

Klein couldn't help but frown.

A camp where the only person in charge is a demigod?

But after thinking about it carefully, he understood.