The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Since they couldn't come to an agreement, Klein didn't bother to keep up appearances.

Facing a 'Witch of Natural Disaster', he swung his staff and summoned seven or eight huge fireballs that looked like meteors.

When Chanel saw it, she just found it funny.

Sequence 2 had long since left their mortal bodies and became mythical creatures. Using such street-juggling tactics to deal with me? I didn't know whether it was arrogance or naivety.

"I advise you not to waste your time. Only when you pull out the witch's historical projection you summoned earlier will you be qualified to compete with me. However, the possibility of defeating me is still zero."

Chanel chuckled, and without any movement, many shining prisms appeared on her body.

Mirror illusion is one of the special skills of witches.

At the same time, Chanel's hair stretched out wildly, with each strand of hair fluttering in the wind, forming an exaggerated spider web that quickly enveloped Klein's body, trapping him inside and leaving him nowhere to hide!

"Taste the taste of despair for a moment. Perhaps this will make it more...interesting for me to enjoy you."

Which kind of enjoyment?

In fact, Klein really wanted to ask a question.

But he no longer has the energy to complain.

He protected the stones used to maintain the ceremony, silently calculating the time in his mind.

Seeing Klein not moving, Chanel was a little confused.

But I didn't take it too seriously.

The persona was there; should a saint challenge an angel?

joke.

If the two parties had different approaches, Chanel would have been able to suppress Klein with just a thought!

Returning to the field——

In a flash, the net of heaven and earth fell mercilessly. Klein stared at the sky, but remained where he was without moving.

He snorted coldly.

He slammed the ground with the tip of his cane, causing a storm in space.

It effectively hindered the witch's magic.

Chanel was secretly surprised and thought that the black wooden cane was indeed extraordinary.

Then there was endless joy.

So what if I’m extraordinary?

Such an extraordinary item, in the end, it is still yours~

"Very good, very good. I hope you can bring me more surprises." Like a cat playing with a mouse, Chanel was not so anxious to kill him.

The black aura is fully open, and the hair is condensed.

She planned to tie up Klein first - this was Chanel's favorite trick, and she never got tired of it after playing it for thousands of years.

"I'm waiting for the ultimate move, what are you waiting for?" Klein felt that it was almost time and grinned.

He opened his arms and did not resist, allowing the hair to control him.

Chanel thought the other party had given up on treatment and felt quite bored.

However, the next second, an indescribable sense of crisis enveloped my heart.

Her eyes suddenly widened.

Just like the spring sun melting snow, the body feels cool.

Chanel looked down and saw a group of black tentacles crawling on her chest.

"This is……"

Shock, confusion and fear, all kinds of emotions are rippling in my heart.

Chanel wanted to say something, but her whole body exploded with a bang, turning into black worms all over the ground.

The hair net disappeared.

Klein did a somersault and landed safely.

Without time to think, he quickly cut off the connection with Sefirah Castle and gasped for breath.

"Injure the enemy by one thousand and damage yourself by eight hundred. That's it." Klein smiled bitterly, and many spiritual insects slid down the surface of his body.

He sighed softly, "Fortunately, my anchor point is as stable as it can be, otherwise I would have died or been seriously injured if I hadn't been killed."

The blackwood cane is not the most precious extraordinary item on Klein's possession, but the two extraordinary characteristics of the 'Servant of Secrets' are.

Just now, he used the passage constructed by the ritual to release a trace of the aura of the 'Mysterious Servant', which caused Chanel to lose control and explode to death.

Knowledge……

“That’s not the real body.” Klein thought as he looked at the mirror fragments scattered all over the floor.

He never underestimates himself, nor is he arrogant or blind.

He had a deep understanding of how difficult it was to kill angels.

What’s more, she is a witch who is proficient in witchcraft, magic and various curses.

As long as a single hair remained, Klein had no doubt that Chanel would be reborn.

“Cough cough… cough cough…” Just as he was thinking, Klein suddenly coughed violently.

Although he narrowly won the battle with Chanel just now, he was still injured.

A long journey, a battle, being locked in a mirror world, and another battle...

Even though Klein possessed the Source Castle, he still felt that his spiritual power was not enough.

What's more, he was also injured by the aura emitted by the 'Secret Waiter' trait just now, and his condition was very bad.

“We must return to Sefirah Castle as soon as possible.” Klein thought to himself.

However, just as he was about to take four steps backwards to escape danger, the mirror fragments around him suddenly moved, cutting off his connection with Sefirah Castle.

"Damn it!" Unexpectedly, Chanel had such a skill, and Klein almost broke through.

If he was in his peak state, this level of witchcraft would not be able to trap him at all.

but now……

“Should I heal my wounds first?” A thought flashed through Klein’s mind, but he immediately denied it.

Time is running out!

"Although both of us were severely injured, Chanel's recovery speed is definitely faster than mine. And with what happened just now, the next time we meet will be the time to see the truth. No, no, no, the most likely scenario is that I will be exhausted from the continuous battle, and then she will send her clone to reap the harvest."

Put yourself in Klein's shoes. If he were the chief witch, he would do the same.

“Hey, Lynn, I really need your help now.” With his mind in a state of conflict, Klein tapped the first button of his shirt and said, “Use your incredible luck to help me explore a certain place.”

……

On the other side, the Republic of Intis.

Jon stood at the door of the Steam Church headquarters in Trier, looking at the two huge mechanical creations like a tourist.

After looking for a while, he made no intention of going inside. Instead, he took out a folding chair, a bucket of ice cubes, drinks and other sundry things from his 4-dimensional pocket, threw away his coat, and lay down peacefully to sunbathe.

Such an incongruous scene should have been stopped quickly.

But the strange thing was that the clergy of the Steam Church seemed to be blind. They ignored John who blasphemed the Steam Church. They avoided him as if he were a plague god. They all walked in a hurry and did not even dare to make any big noise.

Jon smiled and said softly, "Stiano, are you planning to hide away? Even if I destroy your church, you are not going to come out to meet me?"

After a long time, a helpless sigh came from the deepest part of the Steam Church.

"Ugh--"

Chapter 694: The Past of the 'Craftsman' in the Southern Land War

sigh.

Represents helplessness.

It represents powerlessness.

Suddenly, the surroundings became silent, as if isolated from the world.

squeak-

The doors of the Steam Church opened.

A young man stepped out from it.

He wore a fitted royal blue robe, accentuated by golden lace, and his shoes were inlaid with gemstones, perfectly framing his sturdy features.

Stiano's thick brown hair was combed back into an elegant hairstyle, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows.

Looking up, His eyes were deep and bright, as crystal clear as turquoise - this handsome young man seemed to have "perfect" blood flowing in his body, exuding supreme charm and enchantment.

"Hey~"

Jon whistled, "So cool! You're almost one-twelfth of me."

"Jon Joestar..." Stiano paused for a moment, but finally did not dare to confront him: "Your Majesty."

"Wow, I'm so honored." Jon lay still in his chair and smiled, "I thought you were going to give me a nuclear bomb or something when we met."

"Those things can be made in theory, but they are completely useless to you." Stiano tried not to look at Jon's 'exclusive suit' and said directly: "What should I do to ask for your forgiveness?"

Gods also have differences.

The "God of Steam and Machinery" is actually not weak, but is limited by this era and has a much weaker foundation than other Sequence 0s.

Facing the terrifying evil god of the starry sky, Stiano really had no way out.

It is better to bow your head quickly and strive for "leniency".

He took a breath and spoke slowly: "I have withdrawn from the fight for the 'Wilderness of Knowledge', and the Hermit Uniqueness transformed by the Hidden Sage has also fallen into your hands..."

Before he could finish his words, Jon interrupted, "Wait."

He raised a light smile and stared at the slightly uneasy god: “First of all, it’s not that you withdrew from the fight for the ‘Wild Knowledge’, but that you were driven away by me.

As for the uniqueness of the hermit, that is the spoils of war that I deserve, and it has nothing to do with you."

Stiano was speechless and silent for a while.

Jon was not in a hurry. He poured himself a glass of wine calmly, shook the crystal goblet in a pretentious manner, and said, "I understand the battle of sequence. It's either you or me. So I'm not angry that you secretly tried to trick me with the 'Hidden Sage'. If I put myself in your shoes, my reaction would be more intense than yours."

Then, he changed the subject: "You should never have colluded with "that guy"... Stiano, you're making it very difficult for me."

There was a flash of panic in Stiano's eyes.

Sure enough, it was discovered.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Logically speaking, as a "perfect being", he shouldn't have such cowardly emotions...

But when facing the mysterious evil god of the starry sky, he felt like he had returned to the period of the 'Moss Ascetic Order'.

At that time, he had an infinite desire and deep awe for the extraordinary.

"I can explain." Stiano said with difficulty: "Please give me a chance."

"Ah, my favorite part of 'listen to my argument'." Jon smiled, but he was not in a hurry to start. He raised his glass and invited: "Go ahead, your lies will be a delicious meal to go with the wine."

Stiano didn't know how to start.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes traveling through the long river of time, reflecting countless stars.

"I don't actually want to be a 'craftsman', and I wasn't on the path to becoming a 'perfect person' at the beginning..."

Jon heard this and said 'Oh'.

Stiano continued: "At that time, Constantine was the best candidate for the "Perfect One", and I was determined to become the "Hidden One."

"Oh oh." Jon tilted his head: "Anything else? Talking about these things won't save your life."

Stiano was silent again.