The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

How dangerous is the disease spread by the "Original Witch"!

The familiar feeling came over him again. In just one or two breaths, Klein's body became dying. Various diseases took a deep toll on him, torturing him beyond recognition.

“I’ve been… prepared for this move of yours.” Klein chuckled, hooked his five fingers, and reached forward.

This is not the first time I’ve fought against Beyonders from the Witch Path.

Use magic to defeat magic.

He fished out the historical projection of himself when he had just recovered to his peak state a few hours ago. With the help of the power of the past, he quickly got rid of the disease and recovered his health.

It’s not over yet.

Klein became ruthless and swung the black wooden cane wildly as if it were a weapon, causing turbulence in the space.

click-

The mountains, rivers and the earth collapsed bit by bit.

The "Original Witch" did not dare to underestimate such an attack.

To put it bluntly, after falling from the throne of God, He no longer has the power He once had.

Although a tiger will not fall even if it dies, Klein, this powerful dragon, cannot be easily suppressed by a local snake like him.

"This is more interesting..." The eyes of the "Original Witch" lit up.

The poisonous snakes above my head have eyes as sharp as lightning.

Petrochemical!

Locked in the gaze of the "Original Witch", Klein's right hand suddenly lost consciousness.

"What kind of skill is this? It's too bad!" He exclaimed and stepped back repeatedly.

To be honest, I didn't feel any danger at all. How can you be petrified by someone's glare and be unable to resist?

Fortunately, I know how to graft...

Klein transferred the petrification effect to Krenie.

And 'Krenie' has a certain degree of immunity and absorption ability to witch spells.

But the petrification effect gradually disappeared.

After a round, a world where no one is hurt is complete~

Seeing this, the "Original Witch" remained silent.

It’s only Sequence 3, why is it so hard to kill?

If we can't win the battle quickly, once the Star Evil God returns from Intis, everything will be over.

People can't stand being nagged.

The more you don't want something to happen, the faster it will happen.

While the "Original Witch" was still figuring out how to quickly kill Klein and then escape, John appeared like a ghost.

Silently.

Not a cloud in the sky.

It's hard to tell if he was there at the beginning.

"Oh, that's wonderful." Jon smiled, with no intention of going up to help.

The expression of the "Original Witch" was stiff, and the frequency of the twisting of her snake-like hair had decreased a lot.

Klein was ecstatic.

Literally.

Even though this kid had complained about the guy named Qiao in his heart eight or nine hundred times before, when he sees him now, he still feels closer to him than a family member!

He stared at the "Original Witch" with an expression that said 'you're done'.

No more pretending.

My boss is here.

You are just a witch, die quickly!

“You…” The “Original Witch” stopped looking at Klein and spoke to Jon with difficulty: “You never believed me.”

"Huh?" Jon blinked. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

The "Original Witch" sighed: "Okay, I lose."

Throw in the towel.

Still retaining some dignity.

After all, the power gap between the two sides is too big.

Witch Cult...

After all, it is not the witch sect from the 'Pale Disaster' period.

Sad, sigh.

"Ah, I still don't understand." Jon tapped his temple. "Wait a minute."

After a moment, he showed a look of realization, "Is that so? You didn't obey my orders, but instead came to kill this guy yourself while I was fleeing to other continents."

「Original Witch」:! ?

He seemed to have thought of something, and said tremblingly: "You, you are not..."

Klein also showed a look of surprise.

Calming down, he discovered that the Jon in front of him seemed no different from usual, but the space around him was constantly collapsing and reorganizing, as if being rejected by this world.

"Oh, I've been discovered." Jon scratched his brow, "I'm just here to cover for a while, don't make such a fuss, no one says there can only be one Jon Joestar, right?"

That's what it says.

The brain of the "Original Witch" crashed.

No matter how much I planned, I never expected that the Starry Sky Evil God would have such a trick.

Ultimately, all efforts were in vain.

Although Klein was also surprised, he quickly changed his mindset.

Who would complain that their thighs are not thick enough?

It’s better to have more people, it’s more lively.

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"So... are we going to keep fighting?" Jon looked like he was just looking for trouble, with no intention of standing up for Klein at all.

Instead, his tone revealed a kind of expectation, "Just pretend I don't exist, and you guys continue."

The "Original Witch" didn't quite understand and thought the other party was deliberately speaking in a sarcastic way.

Klein was startled.

Don’t, brother.

This is not the way you pick trouble.

Without waiting for the "Original Witch" to speak, he ran behind John like a rabbit.

Jon felt deeply sorry.

"Not fun enough, bad review."

……

……

Republic of Innis, Trier.

At the Riverbank Café, 'Little Zaratul' finally couldn't hide any longer and was caught by Mr. Qiao.

"You have quite good taste." Jon sat down opposite Little Zarathu without showing any shyness and called the waiter to order himself a latte.

He looked at the cup in front of Little Zaratul with a look of disdain, "Water for washing the pot..."

"How can you taste the original aroma of coffee by adding milk to it? In my opinion, your choice is evil." 'Little Zaratul' still maintained his elegance.

Even when the situation was the most difficult, he did not give up, or rather, he did not know what giving up meant at all.

There is no child who keeps crying, and no gambler who keeps losing.

Just relax and everything will be fine.

Maybe there is hope for a turnaround?

He picked up the cup and took a sip. The aroma of coffee bloomed on the tip of his tongue and he showed an expression of enjoyment.

Jon leaned forward slightly, stared at 'Little Zaratul' and said, "Your arrangement has been destroyed by me."

"I thought you were like me, the kind of person who was unwilling to take action in person." Little Zaratul said calmly: "Now I am just an illusion, an afterimage. I don't have the extra power to play games with you. It's a pity."

As he said this, he pinched his monocle and said, "Perhaps, choosing to revive now is a mistake."

Jon said, "Whether it's wrong or not is another matter. The main thing is that you have crossed the line too many times and exhausted my patience."

"I'm curious..." 'Little Zaratul' didn't continue, "What role do you play in this game? Are you a player or a referee? I mean, what do you want to get?"

Jon: "Why, you gonna try to analyze me?"

"Analyze you? No, no, no, I'm afraid of being contaminated."

Little Zaratul said helplessly: "At this moment, you are just a part of the main body, but this inconspicuous part has become the most difficult existence in the starry sky.

Sometimes I even suspect that you are the incarnation of the "primitive" will."

Everything in this universe originated from the "beginning". To be able to receive such an evaluation, it can be seen how important Jon's status is in the mind of "Little Zaratul".

Jon shook his head.

By chance, his coffee arrived.

Jon took a sip and was not very satisfied. He added another spoonful of sugar and then he looked relieved.

"Heretical Sweet Party."

'Little Zaratul's' eyes narrowed.

Jon waved his hand: “Okay, no need to delay any longer.

You are a decent man, just end it yourself.

Like you said before, now is not the time for you to resuscitate."

'Little Zaratul' laughed and took off his monocle: "Although I am not your opponent, you can't kill me either."

"I didn't want to kill you in the first place." Jon asked back, "Why would I kill you if I have nothing better to do?"

'Little Zaratul' was speechless.

He pulled a wallet out of his coat pocket and took out a few bills to put under the coffee cup.

He looked at Jon deeply, shook his head, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

Jon took out the banknotes without hesitation and looked at them in the sunlight. "As expected of you."

As expected, it was a counterfeit bill.

Not a word the old man says can be trusted.

Picking up the monocle and looking at it for a moment, Jon said nothing and threw it away.

It looks like this cat-and-mouse game will continue.

"Really? I don't have the patience to run around with you." Jon muttered softly and took out a brass lamp like a magician.

After a while, the 'genie' took over little Zaratul's original body.

"what's up?"

"That's not very efficient, my friend. Your vision is too limited to the spiritual world." Jon tapped the surface of the copper lamp. "You're making it very difficult for me."

'Djinn':╭╮