A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Reluctance is reluctance.

Things still have to be done.

Regardless of the angle, Amon couldn't just watch Klein fold here.

"It feels like it's been a long time coming." Amon pinched his monocle and a nostalgic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

With a raise of his hand, he stole dozens of little Zaratul's crow marionettes.

Shared vision.

Amon found that the residents of the entire town were moving here step by step.

"Oh, it's so good. What kind of meat do you want to grill?"

Amon was a little helpless, "That guy Zaratul clearly wants to use this method to force you to make a choice."

Klein actually thought of this too.

It's just that he didn't expect little Zaratul to be so amazing.

You've been trapped here for how many years, and you've finally waited for rescue. Are you really afraid of being killed accidentally?

But now, what else could Klein have to say? He cursed 'madman' in his mind, took off the black iron cross he was wearing, took a deep breath, and let out a low and terrifying murmur.

When Amon saw it, he couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that Adam's gift is really the right one."

Leave aside the castle.

Among all Klein's bodies, only 'Chick's Ring' and 'Black Iron Cross' have the highest status.

Not long ago, he had traded 'Chick's Ring' to Amon. In such an emergency, he could only rely on the 'Black Iron Cross'.

Although the ‘iron cross’ is often ridiculed as an external spiritual reserve.

But Klein knew that the ‘Black Iron Cross’ could do more than just serve as a battery.

But he saw that many of the seeds that Klein had used as emergency food mutated instantly, and the budding flesh flowers actually sprouted tentacles, looking extremely evil!

Amon caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and felt a chill in his heart.

After thinking about it again, some strange expectations arose in my heart.

"If this thing is used properly, it can be a real weapon of war..."

While muttering to himself, the plant monster spawned by Klein launched an indiscriminate attack on the Marionette puppet outside the house.

There are many extraordinary people among those secret puppets. Unfortunately, the method of control is too primitive. At least in Klein's eyes, Demonic Wolf Antigonus is definitely not a qualified 'secret puppet master'.

"In other words, Antigonus's current condition is actually very bad?" With a hint of realization in his heart, Klein put the 'Black Iron Cross' on his forehead.

Gulu gulu...

The black mucus condensed and instantly transformed into a complete human form.

Elegant, cold-blooded, quiet and crazy.

The appearance of the new Dark Angel Sherlock Moriarty caused changes in the surrounding environment.

Amon had come into contact with the Black Iron Cross before, but this was the first time he met the reincarnation of Sasril. He looked at the other person up and down, a rare look of nostalgia appearing deep in his eyes.

"It's been... long time no see."

Sherlock Moriarty ignored Amon and respectfully took the ebony cross from Klein.

The next second, a shadowed head grew on both sides of his shoulders, one young and one old.

Both heads twisted outwards, each taking away 1/3 of Sherlock Moriarty's body.

However, the Extraordinaries of the 'Hanged Man' path are proficient in flesh and blood magic, and within a few breaths, they become whole again.

"Judgement!"

"Light!"

"storm!"

First create a combat environment that is favorable to you, and then use sunshine and thunder to bombard you in turn.

Perhaps it was because Adam had regained the authority of the sun. Sherlock Moriarty did not feel any discomfort when he used the soul-driving ability of the 'shepherd' to shepherd the souls of extraordinary people in the path of the sun.

Amon was amazed and returned to the house, "Awesome, is this where your confidence lies?"

Klein said nothing.

Amon didn't mind either, but suddenly found himself fading a little bit.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Yes.

The spirituality that maintains this historical projection is mostly supplied by the ‘black iron cross’.

Now the Black Iron Cross (Sherlock Moriarty) is fighting those marionettes, so naturally he has no time to worry about this.

Amon twitched the corners of his lips, and handed little Zaratul's crow marionettes to Klein before they disappeared, and said sincerely: "Don't die."

"No." Klein accepted the crow marionettes without any politeness.

As soon as the words fell, Amon disappeared.

Klein pondered for a moment and decided to first hold the obsidian in his hand that little Zaratul said.

Only in this way can he have the conditions to negotiate qualifications.

"Goddess above, please bless my divination to be successful." Muttering to himself, Klein lowered the citrine on his wrist and asked his question in a familiar way.

After a while, the citrine began to swing in an orderly manner.

His spiritual intuition guided him in a certain direction, and Klein was delighted.

thanks Mom!

Mom is so kind!

On the other side, little Zaratul in the steeple church saw Klein's every move through the crow pair, and a sly smile appeared on his old face.

With his eyesight, how could he not see that this kid Klein is not as simple as he appears on the outside.

If nothing else, just because the opponent can summon Amon's historical projection cannot be treated with common sense.

What's more, as the owner of the previous generation's 'Notes of Antigonus', he was very aware of the mysterious aura remaining in that notebook.

And for some reason, he felt more or less the power of the night in Klein.

Amon and the goddess of the night, it is hard to imagine that these two unrelated beings would bet on the same person.

Little Zaratul's ability to become a 'Miracle Master' did not depend on luck.

As all literature records, he was an intelligent and cunning man.

He vaguely felt that sooner or later he would have a battle with the young fortune teller named Bertrand.

But now...

He needs to use the other party's strength to get out of trouble.

"Let me see how far you can go." Little Zaratul looked forward to it.

But Klein's situation is miserable.

Even though Sherlock Moriarty broke up the family for him, there were simply too many residents in the misty town that couldn't bear it, and there were many extraordinary people who entered the place from the outside world and were turned into wind chimes.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Even if Sherlock Moriarty split into two clones, they would still not be enough to watch with the massive marionettes chasing them.

Klein fought while retreating.

Although the foggy town is weird, its area is not too big.

Soon, he discovered the same model of the ‘Mother of Heaven’ statue in the steeple church in a hidden corner.

Without enough time to study it carefully, Klein roughly removed the obsidian inlaid on the statue's forehead.

As soon as he took the thing into his hands, he felt a bone-chilling coldness, and his whole body had a tendency to gradually become lighter.

"Don't!" Klein's heart trembled.

Fortunately, he had the blessing of the goddess of the night, so he avoided being 'erased'.

"Very good, we have got the things." Klein looked back at the marionettes that were gradually approaching, "It's time to go to Zarath to negotiate terms."

At this time, the three Sherlocks, young, middle and old, spoke at the same time: "Mr. Klein, I have a way to temporarily cut off the control of the "source" of the steeple church over the marionette outside the door. After that, I will fall into a deep sleep for a period of time. During this period, you have to take care of everything yourself. "

Hearing this, Klein was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Sorry to trouble you, Sherlock."

A slight smile appeared on the face of the three Sherlock Moriarty.

Immediately afterwards, a lot of black mucus seeped out from their bodies, gathering into a sea of ​​shadows as if they were alive, sweeping in all directions.

The pursuing Marionettes were unable to dodge and were all swallowed up by the black ocean.

This is just the beginning.

The plant monsters that were spawned by Klein just now resonated with the black ocean. After growing for a while, they mutated twice. The black blood vessels fused together to form a creature with who knows how many arms and eyes. Horrible monster!

When Klein thought about how enthusiastically he had eaten just now, his stomach couldn't help but churn.

No no no!

Now is not the time to think about this. Sherlock Moriarty finally created an opportunity for him. If he fails to seize it, wouldn't he be like a Muggle?

Rolling and crawling, Klein used his displacement skills one after another.

On the way, he met a few stragglers, which caused him a lot of trouble. Fortunately, he also had the crow marionette that Amon gave him.

Don't tell me yet.

These crows look ordinary, but in fact each one has amazing fighting power, no less than ordinary beasts.

After risking his life, Klein finally returned to the steeple church.

Except for little Zaratul, all the marionettes in the church were held back by Sherlock Moriarty.

Klein angrily came to the hooded old man and stared at him condescendingly, "Are you satisfied now?"

"I...I have no choice...I'm sorry...I want to go out too much..." Little Zaratul raised his head with difficulty, with a grimace on his face: "I have died long ago, and I just want to return to the embrace of heaven and earth..."

died?

A trace of suspicion flashed in Klein's heart.

Little Zaratul thought to himself: "The separation of historical projection and ontology is like being wiped out of traces of existence. In other words, I am a person who does not exist in history, so I am dead."

Klein said nothing.

After pondering for a moment, he asked: "Symbol."

Little Zaratul was delighted: "Okay, okay, the symbol is here."

After finishing his words, he raised his hand to outline a pupilless eye formed by twisted lines.

"As long as we put the obsidian in the groove and use this special symbol to activate the restriction, we can return to the real world."

The old man's face was full of eagerness.

However, Klein smiled scornfully after seeing the symbol given by Little Zaratul, "Mr. Zaratul, do you think I am an idiot who doesn't understand anything?"

Little Zaratul pretended to be confused, "What?"

Klein said calmly: "If I do what you say, the one who is imprisoned here will be me. You will return to the real world with my name, my identity, and everything about me, right?" "

Don't look at me as a demigod.

The occult knowledge has also been carefully supplemented.

It can be said that studying in Tingen City has laid a good foundation for Klein, and ordinary traps will never fool him.

more importantly……

Source Castle just issued a warning.

Little Zaratul still wants to show off.

Klein was too lazy to fight with this guy, so he crushed the obsidian to pieces in front of little Zaratul.

Snapped!

that moment.

Little Zaratul's heart was also broken.

"You!" He suddenly stood up and stared at Klein.

Klein took four or five steps back to a relatively safe position and said with a smile: "Miracle master, a person who creates miracles... Look, the old man who has been paralyzed for many years has stood up again. Who can say that it is not a miracle?"

Little Zaratul had no intention of playing word games with Klein. He snorted coldly, and the thread of the self-circulating spirit body suddenly tore apart, stabbing Klein like a poisonous snake.

Klein had quick eyes and quick hands, and reached out to grab it.

Talk about it.

Summoning the historical projection in advance is an extra plug-in given to him by Source Castle.

Coincidentally.

He happened to know someone who was very compatible with the 'plug-in'.

"It's up to you, Jon Joestar!"

The long river of history rushes forward.

Stir up a splash of water.

For a moment, little Zaratul seemed to see two people sitting opposite each other in the cafe.

One of them, a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, said methodically:

"I'm Jon Joestar."

"I am 25 years old this year."

"My current identity is as a travel writer and I have published several best-selling novels."

"As for the sequence... haha, the sequence of destiny, sequence 6, the priest of disaster."

Buzz——

Past history reappears.

‘Jon Joestar’, who had just arrived in Tingen City, was fished out by Klein.

"Ha, there are some means, but not many." Little Zaratul smiled.

A mere Sequence 6, something that can be destroyed easily, can it also be counted as a trump card?

Klein was also laughing.

Because he watched little Zaratul's spiritual thread piercing the body of 'Jon Joestar'.

"You are going to suffer a lot."

Little Zaratul:? ? ?

A thought came to my mind.

I just wanted to capture the historical projection on the opposite side.

Little Zaratul found that his power was passing away bit by bit.

Is it the passive of the 'Disaster Priest'?

No.

wrong!

It's impossible for Sequence 6 to have an impact on him.

The same is true even if what exists here is just a historical projection!

The 'Jon' who was fished out was not as dull as other historical projections. He looked at the spiritual thread piercing his body, then looked at Klein hiding in the distance, and raised three fingers, "Sequence. 2. Three hundred thousand gold pounds from you is not too much."

"Not too much, not too much." Klein apologized and agreed happily.

Just three hundred thousand.

The amount he owed to Jon had long since become astronomical.

Isn’t there such a saying?

When you owe the bank 30,000 yuan, the bank is the boss.

When you owe the bank three trillion yuan, you are the boss!

In short, let’s pay it forward.

Little Zaratul was horrified, "You... you are not an ordinary Sequence 6... who exactly are you?"

‘Jon’ didn’t answer, but slowly and slowly wrapped the spiritual thread around himself, “Come on, come on, don’t be polite, just give Qiao Qiao your orders.”

I tell you, go away, you god of plague!

Little Zaratul wanted to withdraw the thread of the spirit body, but found that he could not actively interrupt the connection between the two parties.

He stared at Klein in horror, "Who is he? Tell me quickly!"

Klein spread his hands and said, "Jon Joestar is just a passing travel writer." (End of chapter)