The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Chapter 689: Southland War (Part )

'bang'

Emlyn dropped the ink bottle on the table.

The dark blue ink stained the ground at his feet and splashed onto his trouser legs, but Emlyn seemed not to hear it and just stared at the shattered corner of the sky outside the tent.

"Sequence 2..."

His mouth felt dry.

It’s so bitter, just like his life.

'Jie Jie Jie'

Instantly, the terrifying laughter of the 'artificial god of death' spread throughout the camp.

Many low-sequence vampires fell into irreversible loss of control simply by hearing this laughter.

——The body is covered with black fur, with wings on the back and sharp teeth

In full view of everyone, they suddenly turned into human-shaped bats!

Emlyn shuddered and instinctively wanted to escape from here.

The strength gap between the two sides is too big.

He couldn't even think of resisting.

But at the moment he turned around, Emlyn stopped abruptly.

From the original "Blood Cross Rescue Team" to the current "Blood Cross Rescue Society", he has devoted so much effort to this medical organization.

Is it...

Do you really want to give up everything?

What would Mr. Fool think?

What would the Great Blood Ancestor think?

What would the compassionate Mother Goddess think?

Emlyn's memory flashed back to when he had to go to the hospital to steal blood to feed himself, and when he was ridiculed and mocked by his own people.

At that time, no one looked up to him.

'Emlyn White' was a laughing stock in the Backlund vampire circle.

Although his parents never disliked him, he himself seemed indifferent to outside voices.

but……

Does Emlyn really have no feelings in his heart?

"The Fool gave me a great mission, the Blood Ancestor gave me dignity, and the Mother Goddess gave me love."

Emlyn muttered to himself and turned around, his eyes gradually becoming firm, "So, I can't let them down!"

At this moment and here, he is the strongest among the vampires.

He can't escape!

"Code!" Emlyn roared.

After more than ten seconds, the little fat boy ran over with difficulty.

Emlyn stared at the sky, his eyes fixed on it, and said, "Evacuate in an orderly manner."

"What?" Code thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Emlyn repeated patiently, "I said, evacuate in an orderly manner. Don't abandon our patients and brothers... Leave that thing to me."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the other party to respond.

He suddenly disintegrated and transformed into a group of bats between reality and illusion, flapping their wings and flying into the sky.

“President!” Code tried to reach out to stop him, but failed. He could only watch Emlyn throw himself into the fire and launch a suicidal attack on the unknown powerful enemy.

He gritted his teeth and turned away.

Since the president entrusted him with the important task of evacuation, he could not let the president down.

Not to mention the chaotic medical camp, the closer Emlyn got to the 'artificial god of death', the more he could feel the pressure coming from the white bones.

Not only that, there is also a strange divinity emanating from it, which is cold and evil, making people want to worship it.

Fortunately, Emlyn's identity is extraordinary.

As the 'Favoured by the Three Gods', he has the full support of the entire vampire clan, and he has a lot of treasures on him.

And this is exactly what gives him the confidence to face the angel head-on.

“Ah!!!!” Fear lingered in his heart, and Emlyn had to roar to calm himself.

The 'Ring of Lilith' on the ring finger stretches out a crimson force field.

The sky suddenly darkened and the red moon rose.

Under the faint moonlight, Emlyn and the people in the medical camp below him regained some of their rationality.

The flames in the empty eye sockets of the 'Artificial Grim Reaper' jumped a few times, as if it was curious about why the tiny reptile could face itself without losing control.

"Give! Me! Back!!"

Emlyn changed back into human form and used the momentum to kick straight up.

Demigod kicks angel?

What a joke.

If this incident were recorded, it would surely become a classic case in introductory books on mysticism, used to warn future generations not to be blindly confident.

But the reality is——

As Emlyn was flying, his entire body was suddenly entangled by roots and vines.

At first glance, it looks like Kamen Rider transforming.

It's too late, it's faster than that!

A standard knight kicked the 'artificial death god'.

There was only a loud bang.

Many leaves fell from the sky accompanied by dots of green light.

The 'artificial god of death' obviously stumbled and fell backwards, and its body, which had crawled out most of the way, shrank back into the crack in the sky.

The wind blows.

The scene was silent.

Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked towards the figure who was defending the angel with the body of a demigod.

Emlyn let out a faint smile, "Nothing more than that."

He pretended it.

But it wasn't fully installed.

No one could see that the nameless vine bracelet on Emlyn's wrist was on the verge of breaking, and its twisting roots were piercing out, frantically sucking the blood of its owner.

'Pale as a bead', there is no better word to describe Emlyn now.

He took out all kinds of random medicines and took them madly.

The 'artificial Grim Reaper' that had been kicked poked its huge skull out from the crack again.

'That's it? ’

For some reason, Emlyn read deep contempt from the other party's bony face without a trace of flesh and blood.

"Sure enough, the gap is still too big..."

He gave a wry smile.

Emlyn simply drank the entire potion in one gulp.

He stared at the 'Artificial Grim Reaper', tears and blood streaming from his eyes: "But my purpose is only to delay you."

That's right.

It's not dark enough...

anyway--

It doesn't matter who it is.

Come and save the children quickly!

"Jie?" The artificial Grim Reaper tilted his head, seemingly not understanding what Emlyn meant.

Stop thinking about problems you can’t figure out.

“He” stretched out his bone claws from the crack and grabbed Emlyn with pure brute force.

A simple grab triggered many strange phenomena.

The thick smell of death was like a lasso, binding Emlyn.

Bang bang bang!

Many shattering sounds were heard on Emlyn's body - those were various kinds of protection.

Emlyn's skin was quickly dissolved, revealing bright red muscles and faintly visible white bones. However, he still did not step back, and raised his hand, revealing the ring on his ring finger.

"Lilith." He said with difficulty: "Be with me."

As he spoke, a woman's shadow quietly appeared. Her face was blurred, but her whole body exuded a sense of "beauty".

It is not the enchantment of a witch that captivates all living beings.

It's pure beauty...

Extremely beautiful!

Under the influence of the 'Lilith Phantom', even the skeleton of the artificial Grim Reaper was stunned for a moment, and the huge bone claws stopped in mid-air, buying Emlyn a chance to catch his breath.

Head up.

The night has completely enveloped the earth.

Seeing this, Emlyn did not dare to waste this hard-earned opportunity and murmured, "Praise the Fool."

call out!

A ghostly shadow swam by and quietly climbed onto the body of the 'artificial god of death'.

Time goes back——

Dozens of days ago, Backlund's 'Jostar Manor'.

“Mr. Jon,” Emlyn said to the man in front of him in distress, “Is there no way for me to grow quickly and be promoted to Marquis (Sequence 3)?”

Jon looked up at Emlyn and smiled. "Our President White is also dissatisfied with his own growth rate? How bizarre."

He stood up and poured tea for Emlyn himself: "Tell me, what happened."

“This…” Emlyn hesitated.

But thinking that there was no need to hide in front of Mr. Destiny, he said a little embarrassedly: "It was Leonard Mitchell. After returning from the Hornachis Mountains, he became a Night Watchman and came to show off to me. I was a little angry, so I came to find you."

Jon was speechless.

You guys really have so much free time.

However, considering the subtle relationship between the 'sun, moon and stars', it is not that difficult to understand.

"Even if he becomes a demigod, there's nothing to worry about, President White. Instead of those meaningless comparisons, why don't you focus on the tasks assigned to you by the church?"

Jon's face turned serious: "Do you think your job is too easy?"

"No, no." Emlyn quickly denied.

It was also his fault that he lost his mind for a moment, so he rushed over angrily and wanted to find a way to overwhelm Leonard Mitchell.