The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Although the Spiritual Cult is powerful and influential in the southern continent and can be called the state religion, in fact, its strength is far from being as strong as the Church of Night and the Church of Storm.

Even Haitel is only a Sequence 3 Saint. It is already a rare honor for him to have a demigod stationed here.

Thinking of this, Klein took a deep breath.

In that case, don't blame him for picking on the weak and bullying the weak!

Unless there are special circumstances, a high sequence will be matched against a low sequence in a tie.

After seeing Klein's powerful strength, the hot-headed members of the Spiritual Cult finally came to their senses and shouted, "Spare my life!"

Klein's heart was as cold as iron, and he turned a deaf ear to the other party's pleas for mercy.

Kill kill kill!

The disappearance of life is the soil in which death grows.

The artificial Grim Reaper attached to Klein finally broke through to the demigod level.

Klein remained silent and used the power of Sefirah Castle to cut the artificial Grim Reaper in half.

he was thinking.

All the artificial death god embryos in a camp can be fused together to create a demigod-level artificial death god.

How many dispersed camps are there nearby?

If they were all gathered together, how powerful would the artificial god of death become?

"We can't slack off. We can't let the members of the 'Artificial Death God Faction' in other camps go either. We have to root them out!" With a determined mind, Klein took out his cane from somewhere and disappeared in an instant.

Disasters are eliminated without a trace.

The ordinary workers who survived were extremely frightened.

It was also extremely lucky.

They looked at each other.

until--

Someone shouted, "The overseer is gone, we are free."

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and everyone rushed out like crazy, including Abu and Jon who was among them.

Abu is a kind person.

Just now, Jon pulled him for a while, which was equivalent to saving his life. Now, he returned the favor and took Jon along a familiar road. After walking for most of the day, they finally got away from the Skeleton Plain.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Abu's eyes were filled with tears and he praised Quetzalcoatl from the bottom of his heart.

Jon put his hands in his pockets, smiled, and said nothing.

After Abu finished the whole set of prayers, he turned around, met Jon's eyes, and said, "Brother Qiao, I'm sorry about Brother Ak."

Although it was unexpected, similar things have happened before. The "gift" of the Spirit Cult is actually an evil curse.

He sighed: "Your cousin is just unlucky, it's not your fault."

"Yeah, I think so too." Jon nodded.

Changing the subject, he asked, "What are you going to do next, go home?"

"Of course, I have a wife and children... if you count, I haven't seen them for almost two weeks."

When talking about his family, Abu's rough face flashed with an indescribable happiness. "It was really dangerous this time! To be honest, after receiving the money to save my life, I never thought I could really go home smoothly. This time, it's all thanks to you."

"It's okay, it's okay. I just thought you were more approachable, Brother Abu, so I couldn't help it... Never mind, let's not talk about this. My cousin is dead, and I have nowhere to go. Why don't I go home with you so that I can take care of you?"

Abu was an honest man, and he did not doubt it when he heard this.

He nodded repeatedly to Jon: "Okay, okay, from now on, we are brothers in life and death. If I take a bite, you take a bite. My children are your children!"

How generous!

When Jon heard this, he was very happy.

"Brothers!"

……

Family.

Warm words.

Unfortunately, for lower-class civilians like Abu, apart from the people he cares about, home is nothing more than a simple shack.

Colonial area?

Pigpen!

Dirty and messy.

Here you can see all the filth in the world.

as well as……

The most sincere emotion.

'bang'

The wooden basin in her hand fell to the ground. The woman with ordinary looks and rough hands and feet was stunned when she saw her husband returning.

"Abu." Agatha stretched out her hand tremblingly, as if she wanted to confirm whether the person in front of her was an illusion.

Abu took a few quick steps and hugged his wife tightly in his arms, "Agatha, it's me, I'm back."

Warm, solid.

Just like before.

Agatha burst into tears and could hardly utter a complete sentence.

Not far away, Jon just watched silently, feeling genuinely happy for the couple's reunion.

Suddenly, he felt a cold gaze.

Turning his head, the resentful feeling disappeared, replaced by the innocence that is unique to children.

"Big brother~"

The boy, who was bronze-skinned and thin but healthy, ran over and asked curiously, "Who are you? Are you Dad's friend?"

Jon smiled, squatted down, and touched the boy's head: "Normally, no matter if there are strangers present or not, when your father comes back after a long absence, you will immediately run over and act like a spoiled child. How can you be so eager to ask about other people's details?"

There was a trace of panic in the boy's eyes, but he hid it well. He raised his head and said innocently, "Brother, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

"You'd better not understand." Jon stood up, ignored the boy, and walked towards Abu and his wife.

The moment he turned his back, a mysterious symbol of a feathered skull appeared in the boy's eyes, and his expression became extremely solemn.

The boy wanted to run away.

But after much thought, I didn't dare to act rashly.

The enemy is tricky though.

But he is not without the ability to fight.

that……

Let's take a step by step.

Thinking of this, he regained his childish innocence and ignorance.

He hopped over to her like a little rabbit.

the other side.

Frank Lee, who was studying the artificial embryo of the Grim Reaper, heard something and suddenly took off his protective glasses.

He blinked his big eyes and asked in surprise, "The God of Death is alive?!"

He knew that the Hades Emperor Salinger had fallen, but he didn't know when he was resurrected.

Azik explained helplessly: "If not, there is no way to explain where so many artificial death god embryos come from. The 'Artificial Death God Faction' does not have this ability, let alone the original witch. The methods are contradictory."

He pinched his brows and said, "To be honest, I can't believe it either, because... I mean, if He was resurrected, I should have noticed it."

As important backup forces for the resurrection of the God of Death, the relationship between Azik and Salinger is inseparable.

Frank Lee stroked his beard. He had no fear of the gods on his face. Instead, he looked excited. "It's really rare. Can the resurrected gods be regarded as new life or the continuation of the old life? I'm so curious."

Chapter 676: Enthusiastic Citizen Mr. Cha

Time goes back——

In the dark room, the candlelight flickers.

The original witch who came to the world held a skull in her hand.

He murmured something in a low voice, and a small snake emerged from his blood-stained dress.

"Salinger...Salinger...Salinger..."

He recited the real name of the God of Death three times.

Two streams of grey smoke slowly floated out of the skull's eye sockets.

When the Original Witch saw this, she took out a piece of mirror fragment from her chest without any haste.

Just take a light photo.

The gray smoke transformed into the appearance of a man.

Unfortunately, it didn't take shape completely before it was blown away by the wind that came from nowhere.

"Alas." The Original Witch sighed.

However, this is also expected.

When the true spirit dies, even the traces of its existence are wiped out.

The main back-up plan for resurrection also lost its function.

After pondering for a moment, the Original Witch frowned slightly.

Is it only possible to turn to "that person" for help?

Can……

In this way, I will have no way out.

"Anyway, let's try again." Muttering to himself, he looked at the squirming mass of flesh beside him.

This is the artificial embryo of the god of death obtained from Haitel. It has been cultivated to the peak of demigod and is only one step away from becoming a saint.

The original witch had an idea and crushed the skull into powder, then evenly smeared the ashes on the artificial death embryo.

After absorbing the power of the skull, the artificial death embryo was successfully promoted, emitting a strong aura of death.

"Salinger...Salinger...Salinger..."

Hum three sentences.

The mass of flesh, like the gray smoke just now, gradually transformed into a man's face.

but.

This time the ceremony failed again.

The original witch made a "tsk" sound, and a trace of impatience flashed across her beautiful face.

If Salinger's resurrection had not been a great help, he would not have gone to so much trouble to do these things.

"Azik Eggers, if we can capture that little guy alive..." The Original Witch's thoughts gradually dispersed.

Compared to the remains of their descendants and the unknown artificial Grim Reapers, it is obvious that the "marks" of the Grim Reaper's own children are more numerous.

Unfortunately……

"We can't touch him for now, or rather, we can't touch him easily." The Original Witch sat down gracefully, "At this moment, we must be patient."

There is a little bit of despair and a little bit of pain.

Instead, He seemed to have taken a tonic, full of energy, with an unnatural blush on His face.