Pirate's Nest Order

A wet, greasy, cold feeling lingers on the back of the neck, as if a salivating tongue is licking his skin. The blood vessels are bulging one by one, and there seems to be another terrifying eyeball staring at him in the eye socket. His own body seemed to be filled with skin and flesh, growing out from the back of his neck.

Like the members of the Straw Hats who were killed by Dalaran, Kakashi had a blood-drop-shaped eye planted on the back of his neck at some point.

"His target is me!"

Kakashi's heart twitched hard, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The next moment, he gritted his teeth and yelled at Jiraiya and others: "Escape separately, otherwise we won't be able to leave!"

Without waiting for Jiraiya and Tsunade to answer, Kakashi immediately stepped on the treetops and activated the shadow clone technique. Several Kakashi broke away from the team at the same time and fled in different directions.

With Kakashi's departure, the cold and menacing smell of blood faded obviously, Jiraiya carried the unconscious Naruto on his shoulder, and Tsunade also held the exhausted Shizune with one hand, two They looked at each other silently, and their clenched teeth seemed to be crushed.

There was a strange soreness from the neck, as if there were countless small bugs drilling holes back and forth in his head, and the eerie sound of breathing was blowing in his ears.

"Sure enough, the shadow clone can't hide it from the eyes of those apostles!"

Kakashi scratched the skin on the back of his neck hard, and soon the skin was broken. Drops of crystal clear blood fell out, like smooth satin connected together, suspended in mid-air and condensing into a strange ring.

It has a strange sense of beauty, but it also reveals the smell of blood that penetrates the heart and spleen.

The ring was solidified, just like the magnified shape of the vertical eye of the blood drop. A blood-stained face emerged from the blood in the middle of the ring, like a ghost that resided in Kakashi's body finally burst through the skin come out.

"It's been a long time since I tasted the taste of blood. I like these eyes, so I think the blood in your body will also taste delicious." Dalaran grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Kakashi's pupils shrank, his hands quickly formed seals, and dazzling lightning exploded from his palms, making Dalaran's face look increasingly sickly and pale.

"Chidori!"

Kakashi roared, and grabbed Dalaran with his palm. The raging electric arc revealed a ferocious ferocity. The air was pierced by the electric arc, and there was a faint smell of burning.

The blood-colored tentacles waved and were blown to pieces by Chidori. The scorched blood splashed and dyed the blue Chidori into a deep red, and then more tentacles emerged from Dalaran's body, one by one from the body. The drilled blood vessels danced crazily, layer upon layer, like spider webs whose bottom could not be seen, wrapping tightly around the chirping Chidori.

Cold blue, eerie dark red, fierce intertwining explosions, little drops of blood splashed on Kakashi's body, like the splash of sulfuric acid solution, the clothes on the chest were corroded, and the capillaries protruded from the skin. Like a wriggling earthworm struggling and rolling.

"Have you felt the restlessness of the blood? Bloom!"

Bang!

The blood exploded, and the whole blood-wrapped arm exploded into pieces. The splashed blood was mixed with pieces of meat and bones. The scalding blood merged into one stream in the air, and was greedily sucked into the throat of Dalaran who opened his mouth.

The latter smacked his mouth, and his lips turned a strange red. He looked at Kakashi who was howling miserably, and suddenly covered Kakashi's head with his palm, and the texture of the palm split open immediately, revealing the dense needles inside. Like the mouthparts of a poisonous mosquito, it pierced Kakashi's whole body.

With a hair-raising sucking sound, Kakashi's scalp exploded, and one eyeball was rounded, as if it was about to fall out of the eye socket. He watched his body become shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The needle tube was full of bright red blood.

Dalaran's nose twitched, greedily inhaling the smell of fear in the air, until the last drop of blood in Kakashi's body was sucked dry, he let go of his five fingers, and the needle tube that dripped all over Kakashi's body contracted "swish". Back in the palm.

"I'm not afraid of death, I just can't let go of the taste of blood."

The strange Mangekyō Sharingan and the bloodshot eyes all showed a strange light. Dalaran stared at this vivid world, and the curve of the corner of his mouth became more and more wanton and sinister: "Yarlin's will is mine. The value of existence, and blood is the necessity to maintain my survival, Gana, I owe you once!"

"You're welcome!"

Jana came out from behind. He gently stroked the blood groove in the hollow between his eyebrows. The accumulated blood clots made a "pop" sound under the touch of his fingers. "Remember to give me a beautiful one quickly." Eyeballs, well... there is one more thing I want to tell you, the ones taking the place of the Sixth Apostle now are Ace and Van Oka."

"A guy who was beaten to death by me, is there another guy who beat me to death? Jie Jie Jie Jie..." Two impressive faces appeared in Dalaran's mind. After a while, he said ferociously He said: "Someone will die after all. How can I, Dalaran, be missing from the list of 13 apostles?"

Gana smiled and said nothing, while Smoker stood aside, with wrinkles on his face and cheeks under the mask he took off, and looked at the returning Dalaran with cold eyes. He was a later apostle and had no friendship with Dalaran.

In the shared link of the legion, without self-introduction, they can smell the "common" breath of each other. Dalaran's eyes swept over Smoker, and then fixed his eyes on Orochimaru.

"He doesn't have the aura given by Arlin. Who is he?"

Dalaran licked his wet lips. He had been asleep for too long, and a unit of blood couldn't satisfy his appetite (a unit of mass is a living shell).

"The sequence of 13 apostles, does that mean there are 13 such dangerous guys? No, there are at least 13. And the name Yaerlin... what does it mean to be given?"

Orochimaru was still reminiscing about the "deep meaning" revealed in Dalaran's words, but he shuddered suddenly, feeling a deep malice locked on himself, and he could still catch a glimpse of Kakashi's drained corpse from the corner of his eye. The hairs on his back stood up one by one.

"You can't eat him. He is the guide for our journey. Smog has an agreement with him. At least before the end of the journey, he cannot die!" Gana said with a half-smile: "Also, Yar Maybe Lin will like him!"

Dalaran licked his lips and withdrew his greedy gaze. Orochimaru's Adam's apple squirmed slightly and his heart dropped slightly. He heard Dalaran murmuring in meaningful words: "Death is not the end, it is the beginning of new life!"