A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

"President!"

"President, wake up quickly!"

"President White!"

"Damn it, who has a blood pack on hand? Give me a pack..."

In a daze, Emlyn heard a familiar voice calling him.

open one's eyes.

For a while, he was still a little confused about the situation.

It wasn't until the warm blood slid down his esophagus that Emlyn finally regained some consciousness.

"Code?" He looked up and looked to the side.

Seeing this, the little fat guy Kord finally felt relieved and sat down in a very graceless manner, "I was scared to death, President White, I thought you were dead."

Emlyn sat up with his arms propped up.

The night wind blows.

My body felt chilly.

Only then did he realize that his clothes were already in tatters, and there were still some unknown debris around him.

"hiss--"

Emlyn couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning and contribute his share to global warming.

Strange, he clearly remembered that he was fighting against the Skeleton Angel...

correct.

That gentle voice!

He turned and looked around.

But he saw an extremely strange scene around him.

The former place is still full of vitality, but the latter place is barren and withered.

Such a scene made Emlyn suddenly realize something.

"It's...the Mother Goddess...no, no." He shook his head.

A mere false god would never let the Mother Goddess of the Earth come in person. There is a high probability that the angels of the Mother Goddess Church took action.

"An ally?" Emlyn thought to himself.

Immediately I became very excited.

Then he thought of something and quickly asked Cord: "How is the rescue meeting? Are our brothers and the injured okay?"

"There are certain casualties." Cord smiled bitterly: "But being able to evacuate under such circumstances is a blessing among misfortunes."

The conversation changed: "Thanks to the president for cutting off the queen alone, we all saw your heroic fighting."

really--

Demigod kicks angel.

It is a rare feat, not to mention unprecedented and unprecedented.

Although the sacred bracelet of the Earth Mother is broken...

However, Emlyn not only achieved his goal, he even survived.

It’s really gratifying!

"Young Master, please be kind to me." Emlyn made a rather arrogant face.

But the slightly raised corners of his mouth betrayed him.

Let’s put this matter aside.

He stood up and touched his pants pocket.

Fortunately, the internal dedicated machine was not lost.

Ignoring the looks of others, Emlyn directly opened the group chat.

I found that since the last time he spoke, there have been many new messages in the group.

"The beauty writer just wants to relax: the teleportation ceremony is ready."

"Beautiful writer just wants to let go: proud.jpg"

"Governor of the Combined Fleet: That's great. I also want to go to the Southern Continent to serve the church."

"The best protected Silver City: +1"

"Saint Hall: Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Sun, your work is also very meaningful. Please be patient."

"Sasha Sharon: I have reached my destination @St. Hall"

"Saint Hall: Good Miss Temperance, on standby for now."

"Sasha Sharon: Sluggish.jpg"

"White Wolf: Found the Red Scorpion @The handsome vampire"

"White Wolf: I repeat, I have found the Red Scorpion, and now I am watching @the handsome Vampire from a distance."

"White Wolf: @Handsome vampire, please reply if you see him."

"White Wolf: Found..."

"The beauty writer just wants to relax: Is that okay, Mr. World?"

"The best defender of Silver City: Mr. World, he should be fighting right now."

"Combined Fleet Governor: I hope everyone is okay."

"Knowledge is power: I hope people are okay."

"Saint Hall: I hope everyone is okay."

"Red Gloves: I hope someone is okay."

"Red Glove: I hope everyone is okay...I'm sorry, my hand slipped and I made a typo."

"The Majestic Judge: I hope everyone is okay."

Emlyn scanned the chat records, and three black lines couldn't help but appear above his head.

What on earth were you doing while I was fighting to the death?

Although usually the most powerful person in the water group is himself...

After pondering, Emlyn typed out a line of text.

"Handsome Vampire: Mr. World, how is the situation over there? My side was just attacked by the Death Path Angel. There was a certain amount of damage, but it is still within the tolerance range. By the way, there is a suspected attack here. Angel of the mother's path...Have you obtained a living sample of the Red Scorpion? It doesn't take much, just the blood and the poison sac. @White Wolf"

More than ten minutes passed, but there was no response from the 'White Wolf'.

On the other hand, other party members talked a lot.

Emlyn still had a lot of things to do, and was not in the mood to chat. He simply explained the situation, changed his clothes, and once again devoted himself to the busy medical work.

What he didn't know was that at the same time, the 'White Wolf' thousands of miles away didn't want to respond.

But couldn't respond at all.

West Balam border battlefield——

"Ahem." Klein spat out blood.

Dirty blood fell to the ground, quickly corroding the ground like strong sulfuric acid.

"What a powerful witchcraft and poison." He wiped the corners of his mouth, his face was covered with a faint purple aura, and his whole person looked very bad, shaky, as if he would fall down and never get up in the next second.

"This is the strategic weapon of the Witch Sect." Klein stared at the huge red scorpion not far away.

The twisted outer armor seemed to have a twisted human face faintly visible on it. Two pairs of huge scorpion claws, dripping with blood. The most terrifying thing is the thick and long venomous tail, which twists and turns, making people frightened.

Six pairs of round, emotionless eyes are evenly distributed on both sides of the head; countless severed fingers form its abdomen, twisting and moving, splashing dust and sand.

When Klein found this ghost, the advance team of the 'Royal Faction' was almost wiped out.

Even if a short-distance transmission device was set up in advance to transport the injured to the rear, how many people would survive...

Well, it’s hard to say.

Even Klein himself was unprepared for a moment and was poisoned by the colorless and odorless poison in the air, and had no choice but to hit the DEBUFF.

"It's not good." Klein's expression became more solemn.

Given his character, of course he would hide as far away from such a dangerous thing as possible.

But now the situation is special.

You can't survive without fighting!

"We have to fight to the end."

Thinking together, Klein reached out and fished it out in front of him.

Son of Steam Russell, Caesar Russell

Two historical projections were fished out easily.

Theoretically, Russell, who is already a true god, shouldn't be so 'convenient'.

But who knows that the two of them are fellow villagers.

Lao Huang and Xiao Zhou.

Some things don’t need to be too clear-cut, just understand them in your heart.

Back to business.

Although the Crimson Scorpion is terrifying, its level is actually not high, only at the peak of Sequence 3.

Klein is also a Sequence 3 ‘ancient scholar’, so it stands to reason that this battle can be fought.

However, sequence level does not determine everything.

After being cultivated by Chanel Zelaya for many years and undergoing countless blood sacrifices, the reason why she does not have a trace of divinity like the Skeleton Death is simply because the "Original Witch" is not in a good condition now.

The two Roselle historical projections attacked the Red Scorpion expressionlessly.

However, neither missiles nor the sword solidified by twisted power could harm this monster at all.

On the contrary, the poisonous aura emanating from the red scorpion easily broke up the two historical projections, just like eating and drinking soup, without any effort.

"Very good." Klein twitched his lips.

So far, Russell's historical projection record of wins here is still 0, continuing the myth of invincibility.

It's strange to say that no matter what the occasion, whenever he summoned these two historical projections, he never won, as if he was under some kind of curse...

After pondering for a while, Klein reached out and fished it out again.

This time he was fishing for "himself".

To be precise, it was myself during the 'Backlund Great Smog Incident'.

Krene Cape, the angel of Slaanesh, the goddess that Leonard Mitchell dreams of, the three-no girl, the lover of black palace skirts...

All in all, Klein hasn't used his female account for a while.

Because what you are summoning is your past self, it is equivalent to having a second clone. He directly used the historical projection as a marionette, trying to use the power of the witch path to become immune to the poison of the Crimson Scorpion.

But the moment he took action, a voice sounded in Klein's ear, "It's useless."

Um?

Klein's heart moved, but his hands kept moving.

‘Cleni’ possesses the power of Sequence 2. Although it is only a historical projection and her strength is greatly reduced, the advantage is that she is not an outsider and has the same mind as her original body.

Seeing that Klein still refused to give up, the voice said again: "Let me tell you, it's useless for you to do this. I have a feeling that if you don't stop, something bad will happen."

"Then you should give me some instructions, God of Luck!" Klein sent a message.

The person communicating with him at this time was none other than the 'God of Luck' Lynn who came out of the unknown dark place.

This guy has been in hibernation since he got into his button. He rarely appears outside and even speaks intermittently, as if he is deliberately reducing his sense of existence.

"East," Lynn said firmly.

Klein was currently controlling 'Kleni' to release meteorites and lightning. When he heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

However, he decided to trust his own judgment.

Put away the marionette and run eastward without looking back.

The Crimson Scorpion naturally refused to let him go and chased after him with a roar.

Lynn was still chattering: "Go east, go east, faster, faster, we're almost there!"

"So, what is there in the east?" Klein asked as he ran.

Lynn answered honestly: "I don't know, I just feel that some good things will happen eastward."

Klein:? ? ?

There was no time to think about anything else.

The poison in his body was getting worse, and he needed a moment to breathe.

Since he is the God of Luck, he should be able to bring luck...

Unexpectedly.

As they ran, Lynn's voice suddenly changed: "Wait! You can't go east! You can't go east!"

The Klein people were stupid.

what's the situation! ?

Sometimes I go east, and sometimes I don't. Is there an accurate direction?

"Sorry Klein, I feel like something is interfering with us!" Lynn cried, "I must have been affected just now."

"Isn't it too late to say this now?" Klein smiled bitterly.

Because a woman appeared in his sight, a woman who was extremely beautiful and looked very untouchable.

There is no doubt that the other party is a witch.

"I'm really surprised." Chanel Zelaya covered her mouth and chuckled, "You actually found me. Is this a fate arranged by God?"

She looked at Klein gently with her eyes, and finally fixed her gaze on the first button of his shirt: "What, why don't you come out and see him?"

Lynn decisively pretended to be dead.

Klein felt extremely helpless. Until this moment, he had no idea that he was being plotted again.

Again and again, and again, and again, and again, even he himself felt a little impatient.

"I will keep this grudge for now, and I will pay it back tenfold in the future!" Klein Moretti, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, thought to himself.

But now, he must concentrate all his energy on dealing with the unfathomable witch in front of him and the red scorpion behind him.

"Don't want to talk? Well, everyone has the right to choose, and I am willing to respect your choice." Chanel Zelaya still chuckled, not taking Klein seriously at all.

This is normal.

After all, as the chief witch of the Witch Sect, whose status is equivalent to the patriarch and pope of the official church, Chanel can be said to be inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people.

She could feel something extraordinary about Klein.

But, so what.

Can the little guy make a huge difference?

During the confrontation, the Crimson Scorpion caught up.

Seeing Chanel, it paused, like an obedient dog, staying where it was and waiting for its master's next instruction.

"The worst case scenario." Klein's eyes twitched slightly.

I feel like I'm always encountering justice two against one lately.

But that ‘one’ is himself.

"Lynn, come out and help?" Klein asked in his mind.

The 'God of Luck' just pretended to be inaudible and made no response.

Klein had no choice but to hold on to his cane, spotting the opportunity, and preparing to teleport at any time.

…

Republic of Intis, capital Trier.

Busy streets, busy people.

The old man took off the monocle he was wearing and said with great regret: "Although I know it is unlikely to succeed, just feel sick if you can. It is also idle to be idle. Unfortunately, this thing cannot be used in the future, otherwise the position will be Exposed.”

He was wearing a well-dressed suit and the most popular khaki long windbreaker, and his silver hair was meticulously combed. He looked like an old gentleman who could charm thousands of older ladies when he stepped out.

At this time, a newsboy hurried over and said to the old man: "Sir, someone asked me to give this to you."

The old man took the token, took out a piece of banknote and handed it to the other party: "Thank you."

The newsboy had never seen such a large denomination of banknotes before, and left with great gratitude.

The old man held the token and smiled softly: "I like to deal with smart people the most."

After a pause, he seemed to be responding to someone, and lowered his voice: "Don't worry, don't worry, I can't leave your body yet, but soon... Tsk, I told you not to worry, can I still lie to you? "

After a pause, he then said: "Don't worry, when I am resurrected, I will give you everything you want, whether it is status or divine status. When the time comes, you can choose any of those ways. Can I still harm you?"

The voices in his mind gradually became silent. The old man raised the corners of his mouth and walked slowly towards the Steam Church. (End of chapter)