The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Rounding it off, that's almost enough.

"May the gods protect us! Keep marching!" At the front, Queen Xia, dressed in military uniform, raised her arms and shouted.

There were many responses, and morale was greatly boosted.

at the same time.

West Balam Front——

Dead bodies and bones piled up like mountains, and all kinds of poisonous insects and snakes were crawling all over the ground.

Compared to a military camp, this place is more like hell!

The members of the 'Artificial Death God Faction' and the members of the Witch Cult are clearly divided into different camps and are very easy to recognize.

Looking around, all kinds of beauties are interspersed among the bronze-skinned men with bald heads and bare chests, like little butterflies that have lost their way.

As they walked, there were bursts of dirty talk and lewd laughter, but no one paid any attention.

In fact, if the witches' body structures were not different from those of normal people, who knows how many more people would have come here in just a few months of living together.

Of course, from another perspective, it was also thanks to these witches showing mercy, otherwise, before the battle even started, these members of the "Artificial Death God Sect" who had rebelled against the Spirit Cult would have been wiped out...

On Klein's side, Queen Xia was in charge, while on this side, the commander of the overall situation was a beautiful witch who was dressed in a white robe and looked as holy as an ascetic.

The leader of the 'Artificial Death God Faction', Haitel, could only bow beside her and obey her orders.

"Your Excellency Chanel Celaya, as you said, the seven hundred and seventy-seven bodies have been arranged. You can cast the spell at any time."

Haitel's appearance was very different from what Azik remembered.

He was covered in a large linen robe, with his hood down, covering half of his face. The most peculiar thing was that his back was bulging, his spine twisted in a strange way, and would twitch from time to time, revealing a sense of evil.

Chanel Celaya said softly, "No hurry. The great Origin has sent down divine revelation and ordered us to wait patiently. Now is not the time yet."

After he finished speaking, he smiled gently.

Looking back, it is like a pool of warm spring water. It is so quiet and beautiful that one cannot help but sink into it and dye the water with one's own color.

Haitel was a small Sequence 3. Even though he knew that the other party had problems, he couldn't help but be distracted at this moment. However, with a powerful enemy in front of him, he really had no other thoughts. He just said respectfully: "Praise the Original."

Chanel Celaya looked at the skinny old man in front of her, pondered for a moment, and asked with concern, "Is it in good condition?"

This hit the nail on the head. Haitel's skinny face flashed with a hint of enthusiasm. "Your Majesty, it is in very good condition and can't wait to show its supreme power to the world!"

As these words were spoken, the bulge on Haitel's back trembled twice strangely, as if in response.

Seeing this, Chanel smiled slightly: "That's good."

As they were talking, the ground beneath their feet began to shake slightly.

Although the noise was very small, both Chanel and Heiter keenly captured the smell of death in the air.

The bulge on Haiter's back became more and more restless, and then it exploded with a bang, and a bony claw as white as jade, rugged and vigorous stretched out from it!

An extremely painful expression immediately appeared on Haitel's face, but the fanaticism in his eyes became more intense.

God, he felt the breath of God!

"Welcome the reinforcements." Chanel Celaya gently raised one hand.

When the wide sleeves of her robe fell down, one could see that she had a small scorpion tattooed on her palm, which was completely red with its poisonous hook pointing to the sky...

The witches immediately retreated to the periphery and made all preparations.

Although the power of the god of death has fallen into the hands of others, before the goddess of night fully grasps it, Salinger still has absolute control over death!

But countless zombies emerged from the ground.

The wronged souls scream and the evil spirits roar.

Many abominations that were fused together from corpses, banshees with human faces and bird bodies, huge bone dragons with wings spread out that covered the sky, and many undead knights who were covered in pitch-black armor and did not show their true faces...

Too many dead creatures responded to the call.

In just seven or eight minutes, Chanel's military strength more than expanded ten times!

Seeing this, Haitel was already too excited.

He laughed wildly, which was very consistent with the character of the evil elder of the Spiritual Cult.

The more complete the skeleton is, the more it emerges from the bulge behind it.

In the end, it was no longer clear whether he was carrying the skeleton or the skeleton was wearing his skin...

"The time is ripe." Chanel smiled gently.

She looked down and seemed to be facing a sea of ​​flowers.

The red scorpion on the tiger's mouth suddenly came to life and crawled down the back of Chanel's hand.

It swayed in the wind and suddenly grew by ten feet.

Shake it again, and it will grow longer!

The 777 corpses prepared earlier all turned into pus and were absorbed by the greedy red scorpion.

The witches around no longer had the heart to flirt with the rough men, and they fully assisted Chanel in performing her secret poison technique.

"Is that okay?" Chanel asked.

The inhuman-looking Haitel glanced at the members of the "Artificial Death God Faction" below with difficulty, and grinned: "We have already dedicated everything to God."

"Admirable piety." Chanel's smile became more gentle.

Then, the red scorpion that had absorbed the thick water from the corpse suddenly went crazy, and its six round compound eyes stared at the fresh meat.

It's mealtime!

The witches on the periphery were in groups of two or three, laughing and watching the tragic scene of Shura happening before them.

Occasionally, lovers who had met by chance would rush over and kneel down to beg for mercy, but they would be bitten to death by the poisonous snakes they released.

man?

Just a consumable.

Heiter's expression was impassive.

In this land.

Human life is the least valuable.

Even he himself is the same.

Finally, he glanced at Chanel's beautiful face with appreciation, then Heiter tore open his linen robe and let the white jade skull support his thin body.

blood sacrifice.

Use yourself as a container to welcome the birth of "God"!

……

Rune, Backlund.

The Church of Fools in the East.

As a newly emerging official church, the number of Extraordinary People within the Church of Fools is actually extremely limited.

ummm

To be exact, almost nothing except management.

Those who maintain order and deal with various difficult problems on a daily basis are all so-called non-staff personnel.

For example, affiliated organizations such as the Rose School, Dawn of Elements, and Iron Cross.

This time is no exception.

The elite backbones who were summoned in advance and drawn from various affiliated organizations were all equipped with the extraordinary exoskeleton armor developed by Bonova.

This set of equipment is very light. Not only will it not affect one's own movements and spiritual output, it even has a certain amplifying effect, highlighting a family with great wealth and power.

The church plundered the Lord God's fortune...

Sharon was still wearing the classic black court dress, a soft hat, and her blonde hair was silky. She didn't hold an umbrella, but held an ancient coin in her hand.

"Teacher, please rest assured. I will definitely welcome you back to the world this time."

Sharon recalled the conversation she had with her teacher Renette, and a rare look of determination appeared on her puppet-like face.

Since the teacher gave her the task of placing the "beacon".

Then she will definitely not fail.

Can't fail either!

Chapter 688: Southland War (Part )

Large-scale long-distance transmission is not practical.

Even with the transfer device invented by Bonova, Sharon and his team still had to go through several stations before they could barely set foot on the land of the southern continent.

Emlyn was originally pale, and after all this, his face became even paler.

His face was pale, and he no longer cared about his vampire demeanor. He ripped open the buttons of his shirt and cursed in a low voice, "Damn weather, it's more annoying than Backlund's plum rain."

indeed--

East and West Balam are located in the warm wind belt, which is the "equatorial rainy climate" in the old sense. It is hot and humid, and it is really difficult for Loen natives like Emlyn to adapt.

However, he was not here for tourism.

Resisting his impatience, Emlyn called his younger brother.

——President of the Blood Cross Rescue Society, isn't it normal for you to have a few followers?

Hearing the call, Code ran over quickly.

He is a chubby boy with a round face and glasses. He looks simple and honest, and always has a smile on his face.

“Code,” Emlyn said, “Notify them to turn on the shielding devices, set up camp, and be ready to receive the wounded at any time.”

"I understand, President." Code nodded with a smile.

Emlyn said no more.

His assistant is no fool.

Anyone who underestimates Code will die miserably...

The biggest difference between the Church of Fool and the Witch School is whether they have logistical support.

Adhering to the concept of "people-oriented", the 'Blood Cross Rescue Society' formed by Emlyn and other vampires has shined in various operations and contributed a lot of funds.

After all, whether you are an extraordinary person or an ordinary person, there will inevitably be bumps and bruises.

At this time, vampires who are good at curing diseases and making medicine come in handy.

Not only that, under the influence of advanced business concepts, Emlyn also launched services such as conditioning and maintenance, medical insurance, etc., making huge profits.

Of course, he handed over all the income from this fund to Audrey.

As I said before, 'The Church of Fools is really rich'...

Closer to home.

Emlyn thought it would take a long time for the treatment camp to start.

Unexpectedly, just as we settled down in the rear, the first batch of wounded people arrived.

"Receive them in an orderly manner and save their lives at all costs!" Emlyn shouted.

After saying that, he led a Sequence 5 Beyonder from the Spiritual Cult into the 'operating room'.

This member of the 'royal family' had his eyes closed and his face was covered with a light red mist.

"The heart is failing. Emergency measures must be taken." Emlyn made an instant judgment.

He dismissed the others, first gave the injured man a potion to numb his spirit, and then popped out his index finger nail - this thing was more useful than any scalpel.

Because he was in a coma and on the verge of death, Emlyn easily slashed the man's chest. However, he saw a black heart beating weakly in the chest cavity filled with poisonous gas.

"What a powerful poison!" Emlyn exclaimed inwardly.

In a flash, he thought that this should be the witchcraft that the witches are good at.