Pirate: I, destroy the engine

The city of gourmet food Puke.

The door of a pub.

Fike looked inside and pointed.

Erte's eyes were already red and he nodded fiercely.

He was too familiar with the people in the tavern.

Every time I dream back at midnight, I will dream of these cruel figures.

How could he dare to forget his parents' hatred for a moment?

Xibei Pirates.

Every time this group of pirates came to the City of Food, he would watch in secret, suppressing his desire for revenge.

Now, the time for revenge has finally arrived.

The huge hatred in his heart made Anert forget the fear of killing someone.

"Snapped."

Erte smashed the window glass and cut off the pirate's head by the window with a knife.

Then he slashed horizontally, and the sharp blade passed through the necks of the three pirates at the same table.

The sudden attack stunned the other pirates in the tavern.

Erte kicked the table in front of him and rushed towards the pirate on the side.

"Little devil, you are courting death."

The four pirates at the side table reacted and started to fight back.

"Boom, bang, bang."

Several gunshots were fired, and the relatively elite pirate drew his gun very quickly.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Anter moved sideways to dodge, and cut away the bullets he couldn't dodge with his knife.

"Ghost energy·Fuzhao."

Ghostly energy erupted from the blade, extending out a giant purple blade.

The giant blade swept through thousands of troops, and the heads of four pirates fell to the ground.

"Clang, clang, bang, bang."

At this time, the other pirates also came to their senses and either drew their swords or fired.

Erte lowered his body and dodged all the bullets.

"Crack, snap, snap."

The window glass behind him was all shattered by bullets.

The fighting broke out, attracting the attention of the crowd in the street behind.

Everyone stayed away for fear of being affected.

"Who is that? How dare you kill someone from the Xibei Pirates?"

"Fick, that is the Storm Swordsman Fick."

"It seems to be Erte, the minister of the Hayate Fan Club."

Looking at the crowd, they immediately recognized Fick standing outside the tavern.

Many people also knew An Erte during the battle.

"Kill him. If he dares to offend our Xibei Pirates, I will let him know that life is worse than death."

In the tavern, after the gunfire stopped, a leading pirate said with a ferocious smile.

"He's just a kid. Don't think that he is a swordsman and can kill members of my Xibei Pirates."

Of course he could see the strength of An Erte as a swordsman, but he was not afraid of it.

"Haha, kid, you are the one who is looking for death."

"How do you want to die for those who killed our Xibei Pirates?"

"Don't be too presumptuous. It's useless. He's just a kid."

The other pirates also laughed without fear.

The Xibei Pirates have been running rampant in the food city for many years. What are they afraid of?

"Team, captain, something big... something bad is going to happen."

"Outside, outside, that, that is, that is the Storm Swordsman Fick."

One pirate looked out the window and was so frightened that his legs trembled and he stammered.

"What? What did you say? Fick? Wind Swordsman Fick?"

The leading captain's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.

They all know the news about Fike in the Food City.

However, they were unlucky enough to encounter such a huge gourmet city?

"No, that's right, it's Fick."

"How is it possible? Why is Fick here?"

"We, let's run! That's Fike!"

Many pirates saw Fick and were frightened.

In fact, just one glance at Fike made him lose his will to fight.

Fick's strong strength has long been known to everyone in the first half.

Unless someone is extremely arrogant, who wouldn’t be afraid?

"Quick, contact the captain."

"Let's run quickly and not be enemies with Fike."

The captain roared an order, turned around and ran away.

Although Fick is also very young, absolutely no one will treat Fick as a kid.

The rest of the pirates could no longer care about Erte and fled toward the back door of the tavern.

"Ghost energy·Purple light falling blade."

Anter, who once again killed several pirates, jumped up and gave chase.

A purple crescent moon streaked across the tip of Devil May Cry III's sword.

"call out."

The purple crescent moon flashed past, and the bodies of the five or six pirates in front exploded in an instant.

Anter's heart was already full of murderous intent, and he stabbed every pirate without mercy.

The narrow terrain of the tavern made it impossible for many pirates to escape.

"Do it, work hard, brothers."

"Afraid of a ball? Fight with him, he's just a brat."

"Fick hasn't taken action yet, so don't be afraid."

The remaining 30 or so pirates were filled with anger and evil.

The passage at the back door of the tavern was narrow, making it impossible for everyone to escape.

Unfortunately, even if you muster the courage, it will have no effect.

How could these little pirates be the opponents of the swordsman Ant?

The flash of swords and the sound of gunfire echoed throughout.

A pirate fell under Erte's sword.

After a while, all the more than 50 pirates in the tavern were dead except for a few escaped pirates.

The last person fell down, and An Erte, with red eyes, woke up.

Glancing at the scene in the tavern:

"Vag... vomit..."

Erte, who was killing someone for the first time, couldn't help but vomited.

"Here, I killed all these people?"

After vomiting a few mouthfuls, Anter looked at his blood-stained hands and became slightly distracted.

After calming down, he realized how violent he had just been.

Almost none of the corpses on the ground were intact.

The sharp third-generation Devil May Cry can easily split a person's body into two halves.

"Hiss...that's terrible."

"Is that really Erte? The boy who always has a smile on his face?"

"It's just like an evil ghost, but he kills really well."

The onlookers who were stunned by the massacre only came to their senses.

The hellish scene can't help but make everyone tremble.

However, no one thought that what An Erte did was wrong, but instead applauded him.

The Xibei Pirates, which civilian doesn’t want them to die?

Fike then stepped into the tavern, with the breeze surrounding his feet.

The blood and corpse fragments did not stain his body at all.

"Killing, that's what it is, is not a beautiful thing."

Patting the dull Anter on the shoulder, Fick's tone was slightly solemn.

Anter's hatred has been accumulated for too long, and the devil lives in his heart.

Coupled with the influence of the third generation of Demon Sword, Devil May Cry, the murderous intention was too strong.

If you indulge in killing, you will inevitably be controlled by the demon sword and become an evil ghost Shura.

"Teacher Fike."

Anter looked up at Fick, his eyes full of confusion:

"Disciple, did you do something wrong?"

Anter's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, as if he wanted to give up the third generation of Devil May Cry.

How could he not understand how terrifying the demon sword was?

"No, you are not wrong, it is these pirates who are wrong."

Fike held Anter's head firmly and shook his head gently.

"Remember, kill to stop killing, and use evil to stop evil."

Fick said seriously after messing up Erte's hair.