The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

"There is no special movement. I think the Witch Cult should have withdrawn its forces." Queen Xia said: "According to the intelligence, they have set up many defense lines on the border between the two countries, and even used sinister means such as voodoo and poison."

As he spoke, he sighed softly, "Mr. Azik, to be honest, such a high-profile war is not suitable for us."

"I know that too." Azik nodded. "But we have reasons to confront each other head-on. Only in this way can we make some neutral parties... well, let me put it more directly. We can make some fence-sitters recognize the current situation and avoid harboring evil intentions."

Extraordinary war.

Secretive and grand.

Similar to the previous battle between the Church of Night and the Church of the God of War.

The night watchmen and the hunters had clashed many times, and each time the battle was fierce and blood flowed like a river.

But even so, no one built trenches and bunkers against each other like the Spirit Cult and the Witch Sect did.

All we can say is that the southern continent has its own customs.

The general public is used to seeing ghosts and monsters in their daily lives, so they don’t react that strongly when they see something outrageous.

Moreover, the Loen colonial army (led by the Hall family and other nobles) also helped to evacuate civilians early on, which can be said to have completely given up the space for a one-on-one fight.

Many forces are paying attention.

The 'Royal Faction' supported by the Church of Fools, and the 'Artificial Death Faction' supported by the Church of Witches.

Who will be the final winner?

Will the original witch who descended to the mortal world and the god of death who took advantage of a loophole and bug to resurrect be the one who has the last laugh?

Everyone is waiting for a result.

……

West Balam, the original temple.

"This day has finally come." The original witch was still stunningly beautiful.

After a period of nourishment, He became even more beautiful and charming than when He first came.

Anyone can find their own "amazing" in Him and quickly be silent about it.

Of course, this does not include the new god of death, Salinger.

The baby in the cradle had a green face and fangs, looking extremely scary, and spoke in an old-fashioned manner: "You seem to be very impatient, but I want to tell you that "that adult" has not contacted us for many days."

"Why panic? That Lord will take action sooner or later." The Original Witch said with great certainty: "He will not sit idly by and watch us fail."

Not knowing what he remembered, Salinger sneered: "Maybe."

The original witch ignored him and scratched her face with her nails, destroying her perfect appearance.

Stained with strange purple blood, He took out a small mirror from his dress and wiped the mirror surface.

Zila...

The mirror surface began to corrode and melt, emitting a faint fragrance.

Salinger couldn't help but gag: "Disgusting."

"Haha, you didn't treat me like this before." The original witch looked nostalgic: "Back then, you were very obsessed with me."

"You're just pretending." Salinger said coldly.

Having said that, he closed his mouth.

The original witch didn't care either.

He has performed magic.

Of course, the Grim Reaper cannot sit idle either.

But countless roaring souls rushed out of the original temple, drilled into the clouds, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Let me see what methods the so-called original god has and whether he can break our spell." The original witch smiled and said, "If the performance is too poor, it will be too disappointing."

Salinger said nothing, but clasped his little arms together.

At this time, the Original Witch seemed to have discovered something and curiously picked up the card next to Salinger's pillow: "Death card? Where did you find it?"

Salinger's eyes flashed, and a vengeful spirit suddenly appeared behind him. It stretched out its ghostly hand and snatched the Death Card.

"Touch my things, do you want to die?"

The original witch covered her mouth and smiled: "I am really sorry, Your Majesty the Underworld Emperor, if you don't mind, please let me atone for my sins with my body."

Chapter 687: Southland War (I)

There is a distance between East and West Balam.

Coincidentally, although the extraordinary people of the Path of Death are not as proficient in long-distance teleportation as the extraordinary people of the Path of Gate, they are also good at traveling.

Borrowing a passage from the underworld, the 'royal' army quickly rushed to the battlefield.

Strictly speaking, this was the first extraordinary war that Klein had experienced. Last time in the Feysac Empire, he was a guerrilla fighter and was completely incomparable to the main force this time.

"A little nervous?" Azik came to Klein's side without knowing when.

Klein shook his head.

Are you kidding? He has no idea how many times he has seen bigger scenes, and it’s just a mere Original Witch.

He was thinking, with such a good opportunity, the Lord of Mysteries might not want to be lonely, and might suddenly do something to trick him. If something went wrong, and he made a fool of himself, it would be a bad ending.

Also, before setting off, Jon Joestar talked to him about the issue of Fulgrim's Dog in a nonchalant and calm tone.

Klein could see that this guy was just trying to show off in front of him, but he had no doubts about the authenticity of the information.

There's a problem with the Paw Patrol.

The next step will be Sefirah Castle.

Should I have locked the door when I left last time?

Shaking his head to get rid of those unreasonable thoughts in his mind, Klein said to Azik, "Mr. Azik, you are well-informed. Can you tell me what a head-on battle between Beyonders is like? I mean, as the former Archon of Death of the Balam Empire, you must have commanded many major battles, right?"

Azik heard this and a look of reminiscence appeared in his brown eyes: "The so-called war is nothing more than filling the gap with lives. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood may sound impressive, but who knows that the Japanese army relies on the corpses of civilians one after another."

In the country shrouded in death, the Balam Empire, the boundary between the living and the dead is not so clear. One must serve the empire in life and still serve the empire after death. The one who can hold power is always the superior who holds the power of death, that is, the direct descendants of the god of death.

Azik was once cold and ruthless, viewing all living beings as ants. He relied on his cold military law and powerful strength to make great military achievements for the Balam Empire.

But now...

Klein looked into Azik's eyes.

He saw pity, regret and compassion in it.

"I am not qualified to comment on your past. Please cheer up now," Klein said seriously.

Azik laughed and said, "What's going on? I was the one who came to comfort you and told you not to be nervous, but in the end, you ended up comforting me."

His expression straightened up: "Klein, listen carefully. The witches' methods are always sinister. What's more difficult is that it's hard to guard against them. You must be careful."

Klein was about to nod.

Suddenly, it became inexplicably dark above my head.

Many dark clouds twisted like poisonous snakes and coiled around the sky.

"Here it comes!" Azik's eyes narrowed and he reminded in a low voice.

Klein clicked his teeth lightly.

Turning on the spiritual switch, he could vaguely see a half-real, half-illusory woman's face appearing strangely behind the thick dark clouds.

She had a blank expression on her face, like a god high above, looking down on everything in the world.

It only took a few blinks of an eye for the dark clouds to gather and for the wind to blow violently.

The leading Queen Xiya also felt something and raised her hand to signal, "Be alert, set up the formation!"

The formation originated from the shamanism of the spiritual sect and is closely related to the ancient ritual of worshiping the god of death.

Blood sacrifices of cattle and sheep.

Using the souls of livestock as a guide, a huge feathered serpent composed entirely of spirituality was drawn.

The feathered serpent flew against the sky and plunged into the depths of the dark clouds.

The weather is getting milder.

The expressions on everyone's faces gradually relaxed.

But the high-sequence people are not very optimistic.

But saw——

The sky cracked, revealing a gap.

The bloody trace was hideous and terrifying, and it carried an all-destroying pressure that broke the feathered serpent in two!

Not only that, the residual power of the witch's secret technique spread downward, as if to cut off the earth. Many members of the "royal faction" were on the verge of collapse, and their internal organs began to petrify from the inside out.

"Damn it!" The attack of the Original Witch came so quickly and so fiercely that by the time Queen Xia came to her senses, most of her own soldiers had been killed.

She pointed to the sky with one hand.

The power belonging to the ancestor of the Phoenix was instantly activated.

The cycle of life and death.

The pale spirituality is like a shadow, moving and spreading, blurring the boundary between life and death.

"In this way, the situation can be stabilized temporarily." Queen Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

But when she glanced at those dying members of the "royal family", her heart began to bleed again.

'The mission failed before success', this is what is happening now, right?

Without even seeing the enemy, he was tortured by the witch's secret magic that came from nowhere.

Taking a deep breath, Queen Xia couldn't help but look at Azik and Klein.

What about the aid from the Church of Fools?

Where is Mr. Fool's protection?

This is totally different from what was said before!

Azik and Klein remained silent.

They are waiting...

Sure enough, a strange voice came from the darkness.

boom.

Accompanied by a barely audible explosion.

The world collapsed and time began to reverse.

What has fallen rises again, and what has been lost melts back again.

Those petrified members of the 'royal family' were surprised to find that their bodies had recovered completely.

The layers of dark clouds in the sky and the trace of blood that destroyed the world disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared...

The power of the Fool is so terrifying? !

Queen Xia subconsciously thought that it was the gods of the Church of Fools who took action, but Klein and Azik, who knew everything about the matter, smiled at each other.

At the critical moment, A-Jiao is still awesome~

Klein lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Azik, you don’t have to worry about the pressure from the original witch for the time being, but the resurrected Salinger…”

Azik was silent for a moment, then said, "I will find a way to stop Him."

The identity of 'Son of Death' had brought him endless glory in the past, as well as many benefits that could not be described in words.

But this identity is also a curse, tormenting Azik for endless years. The pain of each reincarnation is deeply engraved in the depths of his soul, and cannot be erased or forgotten.

If it weren't for the coincidence that fate brought him to know Klein, he didn't know how long he would be lost in this decadence.

“It’s time to end it.” Azik whispered, as if he was speaking to Klein on purpose, or to himself.

The status of a Sequence 2 angel is somewhat low, but the resurrected Death God is not in his prime either.