A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

When Emlyn came to visit Jon again, it was already five days later.

He was high-spirited, wearing an expensive and elegant suit, and a silver ring set with rubies on his hand. His hair was meticulously combed and shiny.

However, Emlyn's arrival was somewhat unlucky.

Jon wasn't home at the moment.

Instead, the gracious Mr. Azik received him in his study.

"You must be the Mr. Emlyn White that Jon talks about." Azik smiled calmly and gently, "When I saw you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

Emlyn didn't pay much attention to this honest-looking man from the Southern Continent. When he heard the other party praising him, he came back to his senses, raised his head arrogantly, and said lightly: "That's ridiculous."

It's not that he is ungrateful, but that everyone in the vampire clan has almost the same attitude towards humans.

After all, one is a long-lived species and the other is a short-lived species.

In addition, Azik was usually reluctant to reveal his aura as the Angel of Death, which led to Emlyn treating him as the steward of the manor here.

Just saying a few words is already extremely gracious.

Azik noticed Emlyn's contempt for him, but he didn't say anything more and still smiled gently.

I was just thinking of finding another topic to talk more with this interesting vampire guy.

Suddenly, he found that Emlyn's attention was attracted by something in the study.

Following the other person's gaze, Azik suddenly realized and kindly reminded him, "This is Jon's private collection. It is said that it has other uses. No one can get close to it during normal times."

Emlyn acted as if he hadn't heard anything. His blood-red pupils flashed with excitement, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself, "It's so beautiful!"

What caught his eye were three neatly arranged dolls.

I don’t know what kind of material the doll is made of, but it actually looks like a real person.

It is worth mentioning that all three dolls are gender-neutral, feminine and beautiful, regardless of gender.

Emlyn, who is used to seeing beautiful girls in gothic skirts, seems to have opened the door to a new world!

Seeing that Emlyn was about to lose his mind, Azik coughed lightly and was about to give a warning.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear.

The Son of Death was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and decisively chose to watch the show.

Emlyn, on the other hand, walked up to the three dolls in a state of intoxication, looking at the workmanship that was like a ghostly carving with blurred eyes, and said excitedly: "It's so beautiful, if you can take one home, even if you let me I’m willing to go bankrupt!”

Don’t underestimate a figure fiend’s obsession with exquisite figures.

In his ecstatic mood, Emlyn even forgot about business and Azik's previous reminder.

He reached out his hand with great excitement and touched the face of the puppet in the middle.

The dull and lifeless puppet's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he said coldly in a mechanical and emotionless tone, "Boy, are you looking for death?"

These words seemed to turn on some magical switch.

The two dolls on the left and right also came to life one after another, and said in a strange tone: "Medici, you are being teased like a bitch."

"Yes, isn't he just a bitch? Otherwise, how could he have fallen into the hands of that guy Alistair in the first place?"

Oh my god, the doll is alive!

Even though Emlyn was used to seeing weird things, his heart suddenly lurched a few times, and he couldn't help but take four or five steps back.

With a bang, he ran into someone's arms.

Turning his head to look, he happened to meet a pair of eyes as dark as night.

"Do you like it?" Jon said with a smile, "If you like it, I'll give you one as a gift."

"No, no, no!" Emlyn shook his head like a wave, and said with fear and embarrassment: "I... I just took a look, I have no other intention."

Jon shrugged, "Are you sure you don't want it? This is a top-quality limited edition, and there is no store like this in this village."

Who dares to want such a damn thing?

Emlyn waved his hands repeatedly.

Jon didn't force him and took him to the sofa again.

After watching the whole good show, Azik felt that he had nothing to do here, and left the study wisely.

And those three top-notch dolls were still shouting.

"You brat, when I can move again, I will chop off your hands as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, tough."

"What a great idea. It's just a vampire. So what if I kill him?"

"Einhorn, you guys clearly want Medici to start a war with those old bats."

"Sauron shut up!"

"Shut up Sauron!"

Emlyn honestly pretended not to hear those sounds.

Jon chatted with interest: "You can't touch this little guy. We are all members of the Church of Fools in terms of rank. No one is more noble than anyone else. Of course, if you insist on killing him, then There’s nothing I can do.”

After listening to the first half, Emlyn felt a little calmer. After listening to the second half, he was so frightened that he almost ran away.

However, after catching a glimpse of Jon's expression, he knew that this unreliable angel was probably joking, so he calmed down and got down to business, "Your Majesty Jon, I have already done what you asked me to do. The vampires worked overtime for several days and produced enough potion for the whole city."

As soon as a letter was thrown over, all the vampires in Backlund immediately transformed into employees of the Black Heart Factory. They could not wait to break the two halves and use them 24 hours a day, working hard to produce various potions. The materials had to be paid for at their own expense.

However, no one had any complaints.

Because not only did the Marquis of Nibais speak personally, but even the Dukes from far away in the Southern Continent also sent orders to fully cooperate without making any mistakes.

Any cheating behavior is regarded as betrayal of the vampire clan.

Under such heavy pressure, who dares not to try his best?

Fortunately, the level of those potions was not high, and the production went smoothly under full speed operation.

It's just pity for those young vampires who are always voluptuous. The banquets and salons didn't do anything to them, but the pharmaceutical assembly line gave them panda eyes.

"Very good. I am confident in the potion made by your vampires, but it is not enough to supply it to the whole city. We must expand production and strive to benefit the whole country." Jon said with a smile, fully realizing the fun of the black-hearted factory owner.

You don’t need to pay wages, you can work 24 hours a day, and you don’t even need to provide your own raw materials. Where can you find such a good deal?

Of course, every wrongdoer has his own owner, and he, Mr. Qiao, is just a messenger. The one who really promulgates the decree is Lilith, the Mother Goddess of the Earth and the former ancestor of the blood clan.

In order to stand in line, the woman started to order these dependents around like a mule.

However, it's all worth it.

These potions are sure to be of great use!

Thinking of this, Jon stood up, came to the three temporary bodies of Medici, Sauron and Einhorn, and asked: "Are you ready?"

Six eyes blinked at the same time.

"The storm is coming."

"The clouds are coming soon."

"The war is about to begin."

Finally, the three of them said in unison: "We are ready."

"Very good." Jon nodded, "Whether we can become the Orthodox Church this time depends on your performance."

…

…

Seven hours later, somewhere in the Suniya Sea.

The Blue Avenger moved forward slowly.

Since joining the Church of Fools, Alger has tended to clean up his act and no longer engages in pirate activities. Instead, he often hunts down pirates in exchange for bounties.

With his 'Wind Blessed' strength, coupled with his mastery of the 'Knight's Grip', a Sequence 5 extraordinary item, and the fact that he can always find more than one angel to back him up, various conditions allowed him to even become a hero in a short period of time. The title of lieutenant general.

‘Lieutenant Blue’ Alger Wilson, how pleasant it sounds~

In the thin white mist, the ghost ship moved forward quietly, appearing and disappearing.

Alger, wearing the captain's coat, stood alone on the bow of the ship, admiring the white world with extremely focused eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and some silvery-white light spots appeared deep in his eyes.

But in the heavy fog in the distance, a huge ship with sails hung passed by quietly.

There was more than one big ship, and behind it, there were many others of the same kind, forming a long fleet.

"Here it comes!" Alger's heart trembled.

Recalling the instructions of 'Mr. Destiny', he soon forced down the trace of anxiety, lowered his head, and prayed silently.

"Great god of war, symbol of iron and blood, lord of turmoil and strife, I ask for your attention."

…

…

Uncharacteristically, Klein used the ability of the 'Faceless Man' to pinch his face back and returned home.

Because it was Saturday, Benson and Melissa were both at home.

When they saw the visitor, they were both happy because Klein hadn't been back for a while.

"Melissa, Benson, listen to me." Klein's face was full of seriousness, "Don't worry about anything, come with me right away!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing Klein's unprecedented solemn expression, Benson was extremely confused.

Klein glanced at his pocket watch, confirmed the time, and said concisely: "I received internal news that Backlund is about to usher in an air raid!"

Air raid?

The brother and sister were startled.

You know, Backlund is the capital of the Loen Kingdom, how could there be an air raid!

"No time to explain." Klein grabbed Benson and Melissa's arms and dragged them outside without any explanation.

Outside the house, there was a carriage waiting for a long time.

Klein pushed his family into the car and drove himself to escort them to St. Mussel Cathedral.

"Don't come out until the airstrike is over."

"I still have things to do."

"Don't worry about me, I can protect myself."

After a brief exchange of words, Klein drove away.

Almost at the moment when Melissa and Benson were pulled into St. Mussel Cathedral by priests and nuns in a daze, Klein's inspiration was touched.

He pulled on the bridle and looked sharply at the sky.

But in the mid-air where the clouds were not too thin, airships painted in dark brown were approaching densely.

The bodies of those airships were painted with diagonal red, white, and yellow logos—that was Fusac’s flag!

Woohoo!

Alarms went off.

A large number of airships cut in from the North District and arrived in the sky above this international city.

However, as soon as they approached the official churches such as St. Mussel Cathedral and Holy Wind Cathedral, the Orthodox Church seemed to be well prepared.

Dark energy and cyan wind blades roared towards the target, like surface-to-air missiles.

However, seeing that these defensive measures were about to hit the airbag of the airship, there was only a buzzing sound, and invisible defenses were generated out of thin air, blocking all attacks.

Amid the violent blows, these transparent force fields became shaky, but they persisted in the end.

Wow——

The cannon muzzle, machine gun muzzle, and throwing port on the airship were opened one after another, aiming coldly and ruthlessly at the bottom.

Klein took a deep breath, jumped off the carriage, put on 'Chick's Ring' directly, and was promoted to 'Disaster Witch'.

He does not want to see war, and even hates war.

He also sympathized with the innocent civilians of Fusac from the bottom of his heart.

However, this is the position.

For the sake of his family and friends, he had to be ruthless and prove his determination with actions.

"Storm, let's rage!!!"

As soon as the words fell, countless hurricanes suddenly took shape.

With Klein as the center of the circle, it rolled out in all directions like an explosion.

In such a terrifying storm, the tongues of fire sprayed by the airships suddenly stopped.

In an instant, the airships dispersed in formation like ships sailing in the storm.

Below, Klein gritted his teeth.

He sensed someone was interfering with his magic.

This is normal. It would be unreasonable to think of something like an air raid on a country's capital without an extraordinary person controlling it.

Klein felt that there were at least two angel-level powers protecting those airships. From those angels, he felt the same aura as Medici.

The angel of the ‘Red Priest’ path!

War is the art of gathering people.

Klein's guess was good. Fusac's side did have the secret support of the Iron-Blooded Cross Society.

They were a group of pure war lunatics who relied on war to gain promotion and gain a sense of accomplishment from conquest.

However, Klein's efforts were not in vain.

Several strong winds raged, and the attack on the northern parish was fruitless. The air fleet turned west and went to the political center of the Loen Kingdom.

Klein, who was completely drained of his spiritual energy, half-knelt on the ground and gasped for air.

Not caring about the consequences, he directly took out the 'Black Iron Cross' and forcibly replenished the magic for himself.

At this time, a team of ‘Nighthawks’ rushed out of St. Mussel Cathedral, and the ‘Red Gloves’ team that Klein was familiar with was also included.

When they saw Klein, the ‘Nighthawks’ did not show any expressions of surprise. Instead, they looked in awe and nodded in salute.

——The eyes (oracle) confirmed that he is one of us.

Among them, Leonard stared at the figure eagerly.

But soon, he withdrew his gaze and secretly warned himself, "You are the chosen one who is destined to carry this world on his back, how can you be trapped by love!"

That's Jon not being there.

As long as the Lezi people hear Leonard's voice, he will at least use fiber to protect the matchmaker and achieve this good thing!

…

…

West End, Backlund University.

When the airship struck, the students were walking back and forth on campus carrying their book bags as usual.

As one of the most prestigious universities in the world, these young people are full of energy and yearning for the future.

They get together every day to study technology and discuss ideals.

Simple and happy.

However, the iron hooves of war ruthlessly crushed these illusory beauties.

When the petrol bombs fell vertically, all they could do was to raise their heads and open their mouths blankly, waiting for the judgment of fate...

Fortunately, fate is on their side this time!

In this place where the official church and the Loen royal family could not reach, someone saved them.

It was a beautiful figure that could not be described in any words, with blood-red eyes and six wings on its back.

With a sweep of the long sword in his hand, the sky-filled sea of ​​​​fire suddenly disappeared, and the formation of the airships became chaotic again.

Sauron, who was ordered to protect these innocent students, moved his body that was not very accustomed to it and curled his lips in disdain.

"It's a boring trick...but it's all for freedom." He murmured to himself.

Then, he raised his sword high and said loudly in a voice that could be heard by all the teachers and students present: "The Fool's Oracle - martial arts are prohibited here, and those who disobey the order will die!"