The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

He stood up and felt in his trouser pockets.

Fortunately, the internal dedicated machine was not lost.

Without paying attention to other people's looks, Emlyn opened the group chat directly.

I found that there were many new messages in the group since he last spoke.

"The beautiful writer just wants to relax: the teleportation ritual is ready."

"The beautiful writer just wants to relax: proud.jpg"

"Commander-in-Chief of the Combined Fleet: That's great. I also want to go to the South Continent and serve the Church."

"The best protected Silver City: +1"

"Saint Hall: Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Sun, your work is also very meaningful, please be patient."

"Sasha Sharon: I have arrived at the destination @St. Hall"

"Saint Hall: Okay Miss Temperance, I'll be on standby for a moment."

「Sasha Sharon: sluggish.jpg」

"White Wolf: Found the Red Scorpion @The Handsome and Cool Blood Clan"

"White Wolf: I repeat, I found the Crimson Scorpion and am watching from a distance now @英帅的血族"

"White Wolf: @Handsome vampire, please reply if you see this."

"White Wolf: We've been discovered..."

"The beautiful writer just wants to let go: Is that okay, Mr. World?"

"If you want to protect the best Silver City: Mr. World, you should be fighting now."

"Commander-in-Chief of the Combined Fleet: I hope everyone is alright."

"Knowledge is power: I hope the person is okay."

"St. Hall: I hope everyone is okay."

"Red Gloves: I hope someone is okay."

"Red Gloves: I hope everyone is okay... Sorry, I made a typo just now."

"Majestic Judge: I hope everyone is alright."

Emlyn scanned the chat records, and three black lines appeared on his head.

What on earth were you doing while I was fighting desperately?

Although I am usually the best in the group chat...

Calming down his thoughts, Emlyn typed out a line of words.

"Handsome vampire: Mr. World, how is the situation over there? I was just attacked by the Angel of the Death Path. There is some damage, but it is still within the tolerance range. By the way, there seems to be an Angel of the Mother Path over here... Have you obtained a living sample of the Crimson Scorpion? It doesn't need to be too much, just blood and venom sacs. @White Wolf"

More than ten minutes passed and there was no response from 'White Wolf'.

However, the other party members started talking at once.

Emlyn had a lot of things to do and was in no mood to chat. He simply explained the situation, changed his clothes, and threw himself into his busy medical work again.

What he didn't know was that at the same time, the 'White Wolf' thousands of miles away was not unwilling to respond.

But I can't respond at all.

West Balam Border Battlefield——

“Cough cough.” Klein spat out blood.

The dirty blood fell on the ground and quickly corroded the ground like strong sulfuric acid.

"What a powerful witchcraft and poison." He wiped the corner of his mouth, his face shrouded in a faint purple aura. He looked very bad and shaky, as if he would fall down in the next second and never get up again.

"This is the Witch Cult's strategic weapon, right?" Klein stared at the huge red poisonous scorpion not far away.

The strangely patterned outer armor seemed to have a distorted human face on it. Two pairs of extremely huge scorpion claws were dripping with blood. The most terrifying thing was the thick and long poisonous tail, which was twisted and trembled, making people shudder.

Six pairs of round, emotionless eyes are evenly distributed on both sides of the head; countless broken fingers make up its abdomen, twisting and moving, splashing up pieces of dust.

When Klein found this damn thing, the advance team of the "Royal Faction" was almost wiped out.

Even if there were short-distance teleportation devices set up in advance to transport the injured to the rear, how many people would survive...

Well, it’s hard to say.

Even Klein himself was caught off guard and was poisoned by the colorless and odorless poison in the air, forcing him to bear the DEBUFF.

"It's not good." Klein's expression became more solemn.

With his personality, if he encountered such a dangerous thing, he would of course run as far away from it as possible.

But the situation is special now.

You can't survive without fighting!

“We can only fight to the end.”

As the thought came to his mind, Klein stretched out his hand and grabbed something in front of him.

Roselle, Son of Steam, Caesar Roselle

The two historical projections were easily fished out.

In theory, Roselle, who is already a true god, shouldn't be so 'convenient'.

But who can blame them for being from the same hometown?

Old Huang and Little Zhou.

Some things don't need to be picked out too clearly, it's enough to understand them in your heart.

Closer to home.

Although the Crimson Scorpion is terrifying, its level is actually not high, only at the peak of Sequence 3.

Klein is also a Sequence 3 Ancient Scholar, so he should have a fighting chance.

However, the sequence level does not determine everything.

Having been nurtured by Chanel Celaya for many years and having undergone countless blood sacrifices, the reason why she does not possess a trace of divinity like the Skeleton Grim Reaper is simply because the "Original Witch" is in a bad state now.

The two Roselle historical projections attacked the Crimson Scorpion with expressionless faces.

However, neither the missiles nor the sharp sword condensed by the twisted force could harm the monster in the slightest.

On the contrary, the poisonous aura emanating from the Crimson Scorpion easily shattered the two historical projections, as effortlessly as eating and drinking soup.

“Very good.” Klein curled his lips.

So far, Rosell's historical record here is still 0 wins, continuing his undefeated myth.

It was strange, but no matter what the occasion, whenever he summoned these two historical projections, he never won, as if he was under some kind of curse...

After calming down, Klein reached forward again.

This time he saved "himself".

To be exact, it was himself during the 'Backlund Great Smog Incident'.

Claire Capet, the angel of Slaanesh, the goddess that Leonard Mitchell is obsessed with, the three-no girl, the lover of black palace skirts...

All in all, Klein hasn't used his female account for a while.

Because he summoned his past self, it was like having a second clone. He used the historical projection as a secret puppet, trying to use the power of the Witch Path to become immune to the Red Scorpion's poison.

But the moment he made the move, a voice rang in Klein's ears, "It's useless."

Ok?

Klein's heart moved, but his hands did not stop moving.

'Krenie' possesses the power of Sequence 2. Although it is only a historical projection and its strength is greatly reduced, it is not an outsider and can communicate with the original body.

Seeing that Klein still refused to give up, the voice said again: "I tell you, it's useless for you to do this. I have a feeling that if you don't stop, something terrible will happen."

“Then please give me some instructions, God of Luck!” Klein said in a voice transmission.

The person communicating with him at this time was none other than Lynn, the 'God of Luck' who came from the unknown dark place.

Ever since this guy crawled into his button, he has been like hibernating, rarely showing up outside, and even his speech is intermittent, as if he is intentionally reducing his presence.

"East," Lynn said firmly.

Klein was controlling Krenie to release meteorites and lightning at this time. He was slightly stunned when he heard this.

But he decided to trust his own judgment.

He put away the secret doll and ran eastward without looking back.

The Crimson Scorpion naturally refused to let him go and chased after him, roaring.

Lynn was still chattering: "East, east, faster, faster, we're almost there!"

"So, what is there in the east?" Klein asked as he ran.

Lynn answered honestly: "I don't know, I just feel that some good things will happen eastward."

Klein: ???

There is no time to think about anything else.

The poison in his body was becoming more and more serious, and he needed a moment to breathe.

Since he is the god of luck, he should be able to bring luck...

Unexpectedly.

As they were running, Lynn's voice suddenly changed: "Wait! You can't go east! You can't go east!"

The Klein people were dumbfounded.

what's the situation! ?

Sometimes it goes east, sometimes it can't go east. Is there an accurate direction?

“Oh no, Klein. I feel like something is interfering with us!” Lynn cried, “I must have been affected just now.”

“Isn’t it a little late to talk about this now?” Klein smiled bitterly.

Because a woman appeared in his sight, a woman who was extremely beautiful and looked very difficult to mess with.

There is no doubt that the other party is a witch.

"I'm really surprised." Chanel Celaya smiled softly, covering her mouth. "You actually found me. Is this fate arranged by God?"

She looked at Klein tenderly, and finally fixed her gaze on the first button of his shirt: "Why, don't you want to come out and see me?"

Lynn decisively pretended to be dead.

Klein felt extremely helpless. Until this moment, he had no idea that he had been tricked again.

It happened over and over again, and after so many times, even he began to feel a little impatient.

“I’ll keep this grudge in mind for now, and I’ll repay you tenfold in the future!” Klein Moretti thought to himself.

But now, he must concentrate all his energy on dealing with the witch in front of him with unfathomable strength, and the Red Scorpion behind him.

"Don't want to talk? Well, everyone has the right to choose, and I am willing to respect your choice." Chanel Zelaya still chuckled, not taking Klein seriously at all.

This is normal.

After all, as the chief witch of the witch sect, her status is equivalent to the patriarch and pope of the official church. Chanel can be said to be second only to the emperor and above everyone else.

She could sense the extraordinaryness of Klein.

But, so what.

Can the little guy still turn the world upside down?

During the confrontation, the Crimson Scorpion caught up.

When it saw Chanel, it stopped and, like an obedient dog, stayed where it was, waiting for its owner's next instruction.

"The worst case scenario." Klein's eyes twitched slightly.

I feel like I'm always encountering justice two against one lately.