Pirates: The Black Earl

"Livestock that are too fat will be slaughtered and eaten, and humans are the same."

At this time, Lowett pointedly said to him: "In the eyes of the Necromancer, the more rigorously trained fighters, the less threatening the power they possess."

"I hope we meet again one day, big baby."

Tony frowned and wondered what the sentence meant.

Did someone stare at his body?

Then he noticed that Lowett turned and walked towards the space channel, waking up suddenly.

"Wait, Lord Black, where are you going?"

Lowett turned his head and smiled: "Go to conquer the universe."

...

Sandal Star, the "Golden Knight" Mohawk was standing on the balcony of the outer wall of the Central Assembly Hall, silently frowning while looking at the peaceful and peaceful city.

The old general who had met on the battlefield with the Cree came over and patted him on the waist.

"What's the matter? Today is a happy day, isn't it? Why are you frowning?"

The presence of death not only prevented the mistress's sinister plan, but also prevented the war between the Kerry Empire and Shandal.

The Supreme Wisdom was completely reduced to a tool and controlled in the hands of the mistress. Of course, she who was afraid of death would not allow her to continue to fight against the Shandars or the Great Emperor.

Peace came so suddenly.

So that the Shandars did not formally establish a post-war reconstruction plan until today.

"It's nothing." Mohawk turned to look at the old officer who was only around his waist, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I just feel like I have forgotten something, something very important."

"What happened that day?"

"You asked me, I'm afraid I asked the wrong person." The old general pointed to the bandage on his finger.

"I fainted not long after you and Karl Heartseeker started the battle. The damaged cabin was almost caught in space. The soldiers saved me without fear of sacrifice."

"Well, I have an impression of it." Mohawk stroked his chin without thinking.

Old General: "..."

Then he took out a volume of documents printed in larger fonts from his arms. In the highly developed Shandal Star, he could take out paper documents to show that the documents were extremely confidential and would rather be burned than risk any risks.

"I planned to tell you the bad news again at night, but it's the same if you are in such a good mood to tell you now." Under Mohawk's eyelid gaze, the old general explained.

"Before we were deeply involved in the war, so we didn't have time to investigate clearly. In fact, the kind of fruit you ate has spread throughout the river system, and the number is uncountable."

Mohawk became serious: "That is to say, there are countless other existences who have the same special power as me and Karl?"

"That's not true." The old general shook his head.

"This is the weirdness! We are almost certain that there has not been a second fruit here. Your abilities are unique! And the known fruit abilities are very weak. Except for those with weird abilities, which are more difficult to deal with, most of them are dispatched to enforce the law. The team can be subdued...you alone have the terrifying power that can fight against Thanos!"

"So that group of researchers boldly made a hypothesis that these fruits are formed by the combination of some unknown energy source and fruits, but the process is random spread... However, in our case, it is not scattered into plurals for some unknown reasons. , But gathered together, which leads to the unprecedented power you have gained, and we cannot produce the second fruit here."

Speaking of this, the old general teased him: "How is it? Do you feel unique and excited?"

"Yes." Mohawk raised his hand and clenched his fist.

"I feel a kind of pressure, a kind of responsibility!"

"If there is only one capable person in our race, the hope of the whole family lies in me... Carl is not dead, I can feel that he will definitely come back."

The old general gave him a relieved look and said, "But not now. You should give yourself a vacation, soldier."

"Do you remember when you last went to bed?"

"758 hours, 45 minutes and 25 seconds, I can now calculate the time based on the particle fluctuations on my body, and I am very sensitive to time."

Old General: "..."

Mohawk then left.

One, as the old general said, at least not now. He needs to relax for a while and adjust his state.

Second, he was a little uncomfortable with the eyes of his compatriots.

Turning into a muscular man with a height of five or six meters is far more troublesome than it looks. Although most people have no malice but curiosity in their eyes, Mohawk himself feels like a monster.

And as he left, a flesh and blood ship suddenly docked in the outer space of Sandal.

Watching the light disappear into the depths of the universe, Lowett shrugged.

"So why don't you deprive them of their consciousness directly? I'm here to invade, not to hide and seek!"

"Deprived of their consciousness, their souls will no longer be fortified, and we will be exposed to the eyes of death." Divine thought came from the emperor.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Uh, forget it." Lowett shook his head decisively.

Although the main function of the imprint on the back of his left hand is to monitor the energy fluctuations when he uses the left arm of the god, so that death can master the rhythm of the hands, but once the emperor leaks his breath, it is strange that death does not notice.

then……

"1 to 10, hand it to you."

Turning his head slightly, 10 reformed death messengers stepped out from the Hydra undead army behind them, saluting with frenzied expressions at the moment.

"clear!"

Loki's self-proclaimed "death messenger" is just a name, these guys are the real death messengers, a special kind of undead that spreads the undead plague and masters the spiritual magic.

The Master has always attached importance to efficiency.

It is of course easier and more efficient to kill an enemy with a red dot from behind than to kill an enemy with a posture from the front. This is a very simple truth.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three small spaceships disguised as civilian spaceships quickly separated from the flesh and blood warship. Leviathan secretly stuck a piece of his own flesh and blood on the tail of the spaceship on the tail, and his bones and faces were full of expectation.

Fortunately, this time he didn't need to worry so much, Lowett glanced and stopped paying attention.

Having been in this world for so long, it is good to let the children indulge once in a while.