The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Break through the thick clouds.

A roar echoed faintly in everyone's heart.

Soon, the sun rose and returned warmth to this ancient land.

Klein looked up.

Thoughtful in mind.

Although it wasn't Amon who did it himself.

but……

Adam is better.

“This is the power of a dual-sequence true god.” He took a long breath, and his inner desire became more urgent.

Sequence 3, too weak.

Klein retracted his gaze and whispered, "Let's take it one step at a time. First, we need to end this war."

As she finished speaking, Lynn poked her head out from the buttonhole, a look of fear on her face.

"It's terrible. The sun god or something like that is really terrible."

She is an elf revived from the dark ages, and has personally witnessed the "Ancient Sun God" sweeping across the world, fighting wildly across the wilderness, and rising like a dragon Aotian.

Adam's predecessor beat all the ancient gods so hard that they cried for their parents. As a subordinate god beside the Elf King, Lynn naturally had a deep shadow on the "Sun".

Klein found it quite amusing and deliberately frightened her, "I have a very good relationship with the Sun God. If you have any bad thoughts about me... humph!"

“No, no, absolutely not.” Lynn shook her head like a rattle. “I told you, I just had a feeling that something good would happen around you, so I followed you.”

At this point, she suddenly felt a little aggrieved: "Who would have thought that Guang and you have suffered for such a long time, wuwu."

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The 'God of Luck' is no longer lucky.

No matter how you think about it, Klein Moretti, it's all your fault!

Klein just wanted to tease Lynn, not to make her cry.

Also, what's with that tone?

It makes me feel like a scumbag who betrayed a young girl...

"OK OK."

He whispered to comfort her: "I'm just kidding you. Actually, I'm not familiar with the Sun God at all."

He coughed lightly and changed the subject deliberately. "Dear God of Luck, beautiful Miss Lynn, please use your superb intuition to judge, how should I act next to achieve the greatest degree of good luck?"

Lynn has a great personality.

After hearing what Klein said, I really stopped crying.

She blinked, looked at Klein seriously, and then shook her head with a strange expression. "I'm sorry, I can't see anything from you, but just from my feeling... you seem to have a bit of bad luck."

Hearing this, three black lines appeared above Klein's head.

Don't tear down a person when things are tough, sister——

Feeling frustrated, he shrugged and simply stopped talking.

Lynn laughed dryly and seemed to want to say something.

Suddenly, a warning flashed through her mind, and she retracted Klein's button.

“Hmm?” Klein realized something.

But Amon came back and said to Klein with a relaxed smile, "How is it? Am I efficient?"

"High, high, high! Mungo is so tall and hard!" Klein did not hesitate to praise him.

He rubbed his hands and looked at Amon expectantly.

Amon had no intention of deliberately joking, and casually threw over a cross necklace.

"Take it, don't lose it. I noticed that you have a habit of throwing things around. This is a bad habit that needs to be changed."

This is what I said...

Hard to refute.

Klein smiled awkwardly.

The 'Black Iron Cross' returned to his side, and he sincerely felt the intimacy of the blood connection.

Long time no see, another me!

Amon came quickly and left quickly.

With a bang, it turned into a cluster of flames and disappeared between heaven and earth, as if it had just come to say hello to Klein and act as a courier.

He left in a hurry, without even time to exchange a few words.

Klein guessed that the brothers Amon and Adam must have been in conflict with the "Storm Lord" and were unable to get away for the time being...

But the question arises again, if Amon is not here, what if the 'Lord of Mysteries' secretly makes trouble again?

Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

He has fallen into the same trap many times under the guidance of his subconscious mind.

“It’s difficult.” Klein shook his head and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

However, after experiencing so many things, his mentality has long been tempered to be harder than steel.I quickly put this matter behind me.

Don't be anxious.

Don't worry too much.

With previous experience, if the 'Lord of Mysteries' dared to provoke him again, he would fish out that specific projection from the long river of history.

Stroking the uneven surface of the black iron cross, Klein spoke in the tone of an old friend reuniting, "Welcome back, Sherlock."

The black iron cross trembled slightly, as if responding to Klein's words.

There's no need to be so formal, we're all family.

Klein began to actively absorb the spiritual energy stored in the Black Iron Cross to repair himself.

With external energy, his recovery speed was completely different from before, and he was repairing all the injuries on his body almost visibly.

Sherlock, the best buddy!

Klein was very happy.

Lynn poked her head out and looked at the scene curiously, seeming to find it a little hard to understand.

In any case, after paying a favor, Klein finally recovered from his injuries in a very short time.

"So, the next step..."

Klein stroked his chin and looked thoughtful.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and decided not to attack rashly, but to join up with the main force first.

“I don’t know what the situation is like now. Since the Crimson Scorpion has been dealt with by the Rose School led by Sharon, and the weather impact has been eliminated by Adam, no matter how you think about it, we should have an absolute advantage.” Klein thought to himself.

He reached out and forced Lynn's little head back into the button.

He held his cane and an illusory door appeared in front of him. He walked into it and disappeared in an instant.

the other side.

Azik looked at the wreckage on the ground, a trace of pity flashed across his face.

Obviously, he had seen similar scenery countless times.

But this time, his heart wavered.

"Mr. Azik, these are necessary sacrifices... If we can't give them up, it means we can't do anything. From the day the 'Artificial Death God Faction' defected from the Spirit Cult, this has been the inevitable outcome." Seeing that Azik's expression was a little strange, Queen Xia spoke softly from the side.

Azik smiled, "Yeah, I know."

Queen Xia was stunned.

Right.

What an honor it was to have been the Archon of Death.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood he had seen must have been ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times, more than what it is now!

I spoke out of turn and ended up doing something so embarrassing.

It seems that the one who was deeply affected by the battlefield was not Mr. Azik, but myself.

Queen Xia turned the Pale Ring a little awkwardly.

Azik said softly: "Thank you for your concern, Miss Xia, but..."

Before he could finish his words, his expression froze.

After a brief moment of surprise, Azik's face showed an unprecedented serious expression.

Queen Shia swore that she had never felt such a chill from this gentle gentleman.

Bone-chilling cold.

The coldness comes from the depths of the soul.

Almost swallowed her whole!

If it weren't for the protection of the 'Pale Ring', Queen Shia felt that she would have been frozen to death by the deathly chill that Azik unconsciously emitted.

Fortunately, Azik noticed it and restrained his scattered spirituality in time.

He lowered his hat so that people couldn't see his expression, and silently said to Queen Xia, "Something suddenly happened. Please excuse me for the moment."

After saying this, without giving the other party time to react, he left the place through the underworld.

Queen Xia opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing.

In short, Mr. Azik must have his reasons for leaving so hastily.

All I can do is stabilize the situation and wait for his return.

The words are divided into two parts.

Azik reappeared from the underworld, silent, and followed his bloodline to an unknown dense forest.

The forest was dead silent.

All the trees withered and all the insects died.

There was only a uniquely shaped baby carriage parked safely in the middle.

Azik chuckled, "Your aesthetic taste remains the same as before."

In the baby carriage, Salinger, who had a green face and fangs and looked like an evil ghost, said in a buzzing voice: "Azik, my child, you don't seem surprised."

When the time came, Azik was not as nervous as before. He looked at his father, whose appearance had changed drastically, and could not connect him with the cold and cruel Emperor of Hell in his memory, who had no human emotions.

He shook his head and said, "Haitel doesn't have the ability to replicate the 'artificial god of death', but..."

"It's just that the devouring evolution is very similar to the witch's witchcraft, right?" Salinger naturally continued, "Sometimes in order to achieve your goal, you have to go against your will, even if you are not so willing."

This time, Azik was really surprised.

"God of Death", "Emperor of Hades", "Eternal Sleeper"

How could Salinger, who holds so many titles, actually say such a thing?

"Oh, I have become different from before." Salinger spread his hands.

It was clearly a cute action, but on Him it became weird and terrifying.

The Grim Reaper, whose glory is gone, sighed: "This is no longer my era. If I want to survive, I must make changes."

Hearing this, Azik remained silent.

Salinger stared at his most beloved and cherished child and smiled softly, "You gave up on resurrecting me. To be honest, I don't blame you. A long time will change everything, Azik. Not only me, but you have also become different from before."

Azik remained silent.

Salinger didn't care, but just invited: "Come back to me, child, we can restore the glory of the Balam Empire."