Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 31 Byron, come and help me!
In a separate courtyard in the corner of the Rosemary Inn.

The table was full of leftovers and the cups and plates were in a mess. The elite pirates of the Man-eating Shark were lying all over the floor, snoring loudly.

Only the first mate [Bonebreaker] Miles and a few pirate officers were still standing on the stools and continuing to eat and drink.

"Cheers, ignore those useless guys, let's keep drinking!"

"Haha, the sign of a strong person is that he can eat and drink. These rubbish can't do that."

For some reason, all these pirates found that their appetites had gradually increased during this period.

I eat more and more, and my drinking capacity gets better and better.

The stronger the strength and the better the physique, the more obvious this change will be.

Those pirate officers who were still not drunk were obviously the best among them.

They also had a share of the vermicelli scallops, braised prawns and mutton offal soup that Byron prepared for Salman tonight, so they simply continued the feast.

If they weren't afraid of irritating Salman, they would have probably found a group of big-butt prostitutes and had some fun while they were drunk.

"Captain, you have finally taken out all your inventory. These [Battle Blood] are simply priceless treasures."

“I feel that not only has my injury almost healed in the past few days, but my strength is also getting stronger.

At this rate, maybe one day I'll be able to pull the yard halyards all by myself."

What they drank was rum mixed with [Transmutation Blood] and Salman's blood.

It was obvious that the top-quality [Transmutation Blood] brewed by Byron was about to be in place.

Salman also spared no expense to open up stocks and speed up the "feeding" of these long-cultivated grain reserves.

A group of pirates who couldn't even read had no idea what the changes that had taken place in them meant.

[Blood of Transmutation] is essentially the blood of transformation and replacement.

If they all become lesser ghouls in the future.

If they continue to eat people, they will be like those man-eating sharks haunted by the souls of the wronged, and will be deeply controlled by Salman.

The worst-off ones became reserve food for the [Ghouls], while the slightly better-off ones became guards who had no control over themselves.

As they drank more, the boatswain clinked his glass with the first mate Miles and said jokingly:
"I heard that guy just presented the captain with a new sail modification blueprint.

When he came out, he still had nothing in his hands and did not receive any reward from the captain.

How can a newcomer like him compare with us old sailors who are loyal to the captain?"

"Let us all raise a toast to the First Mate.

When you become a superhuman, that guy will have to do whatever you want him to do.

So what if you continue to make great achievements?
Isn't it true that he doesn't have a share of the blood wine that the captain gave as a reward?
However, the dishes cooked by this kid are really delicious, and they go perfectly with this [Battle Blood], hahahaha."

"That's right, to our forever first mate!"

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Those who can become pirate officers are not stupid, and they also know that if there is a leader with outstanding abilities, they may be able to make the pie bigger and make their followers rich.

But they are the most qualified people on the ship to become "supernormal".

They were afraid that Byron would not only take away their positions, but also their chance to become extraordinary people!

His mentality is actually exactly the same as that of an owl who is worried that a yuān chú will steal his rotten mouse.

"Hahaha, as long as I'm the deputy captain for one day, I will never forget you all. Cheers!"

First mate Miles also laughed heartily and responded to the supporters.

But after drinking another glass of wine, he suddenly felt something was wrong around him.

The pirates on the ground had been snoring like thunder, but suddenly, they all disappeared.

When I turned my head to look, my attention was inexplicably attracted by the reflection of a glass wine glass on the ground.

At the moment when the eyes were fixed.

He was shocked to find that in the mirror-like reflection, a pair of bright silver eyes blinked at him gently.

The center of my eyebrows felt as if pierced by a sharp iron spike, and I felt a sharp, cold pain.

Then everything went black before his eyes, he fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

The other pirate officers surrounding him thought Miles was drunk and were about to help him up, but one by one they followed in his footsteps in a daze.

In fact, at this time, [Magic Mirror] West, who had transformed into the demon in the mirror, also felt confused and overwhelmed.

I don't understand why that one drop of blood is related to so many people? ! !

“Even if the target becomes defensive after his blood is taken away and distributes his blood to many people, the direction of the blood will never change.

Looking at their appearance, it is clear that the essence of life is converging.

Forbidden knowledge! This must be another dark magic!

Isn't it said that the target is just an ordinary mortal?
Damn York, you can even get such important information wrong, I am going to be killed by you." Although [Magic Mirror] West has realized that something is wrong, he is already in a difficult situation.

When using this kind of ritual witchcraft, if the target cannot be completely wiped out, the [Evil Spirit in the Mirror] will turn around and attack the master.

Even if he had to bite the bullet, he had to continue killing.

After killing all the thirty or so pirates who had no power to resist the non-physical attack.

West, who was already very tired, took advantage of the ubiquitous mirror reflections in the hotel and silently killed the last target in the backyard room.

Salman's spiritual warning was suddenly triggered while he was dozing off.

"Ok?"

He had originally planned to wait until the banquet outside was over, then sneak out to eat one or two more pirates.

Relieve the symptoms of appetite and cursing.

However, he unexpectedly discovered that those pirates who had already established a spiritual connection with him disappeared from his perception in just a few breaths.

The moment I suddenly opened my eyes, the mirror in the room had inexplicably darkened.

The attack is coming!

Salman was about to follow the instinctive reaction of an old pirate and roll out of bed to avoid it.

I felt as if my body was being held down by a heavy object and I couldn't even move a finger.

And in the extraordinary person's [spiritual vision], a dark figure was riding on him, and a pair of phantom hands were tightly strangling his neck.

The cold air spread rapidly, and his consciousness was almost frozen.

Relying on the well-prepared ritual and conspiracy, West obviously had a huge advantage even when facing a similar second-level transcendent.

"Who? Why did you attack me?!"

By the time Salman realized he was being attacked, his consciousness had already turned into a rusty gear.

Even the slightest turn would exhaust all the strength in the body.

West, however, had absolutely no desire to talk to him.

Although the magic-breaking effect of the deer hoof grass forcibly suppressed Salman's spirituality, killing more than 30 mortal pirates in front of him also caused his spirituality to reach rock bottom.

At this moment, I gritted my teeth and tried my best to strangle him to death bit by bit:

“This idiot Aye-Aye actually got the wrong target!

Is this a mortal? This is clearly a second-level [Professional] level transcendent!

Idiot, idiot, I will teach you a lesson when I get back!"

Roar--!
At this moment, a roar that was not like that of a human suddenly interrupted West's resentment.

Salman should thank Baron for overfeeding him with purine bombs five times a day, which made his transformation easier.

There was a crackling sound from the joints all over his body, and he turned back into a hunchbacked, pale-skinned zombie with a strong stench of corpse!
The blood-red spiritual glow that was so thick that it could not be dissolved burst out from his body, suddenly forcing the demon in the mirror back a small step.

Salman's face was fierce, and he seized the opportunity to snatch the glass bottle on the small table beside the bed.

He drank most of the blood-red liquid in one gulp.

This is no longer Bacardi rum, but the [Transmutation Blood] left by the previous chefs.

It was also the entire stock he had prepared for the final transformation ceremony.

Ability: [Food Supplement]!
boom--!
The blazing blood flames exploded, igniting the [Demon in the Mirror] that was about to pounce again.

This blood flame that comes from the flesh is the nemesis of all negative forces.

But Salman himself was not feeling well either.

The fat that had just been replenished was burned out again, even more miserable than the last time he fought against Lieutenant Colonel Captain [Fortress Guard] Harold.

He was completely reduced to a skeleton covered with skin and bones.

He fell to the ground with a clang and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Seeing that it was burning, the [Demon in the Mirror] only needed to endure the pain and make one more attack to take down Salman.

The door was suddenly pushed open from outside, and a young man with an anxious face holding a sword shouted:

"Captain, there is an enemy invasion? Are you okay?"

Seeing the person coming, Salman was overjoyed and quickly raised his hand to greet him:
"Come on, Byron, come and help me!"

At this time, even if his trusted first mate [Bonebreaker] Miles came over, he might have some doubts.

But, the person in front of me is a "good man" who I can trust with my back!

At the same time, the [Demon in the Mirror], which was also seriously injured, no longer cared about killing people. It immediately dived into the mirror and fled in panic.

(End of this chapter)