A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Lines that have been considered a thousand times.

Rehearse countless moves.

A plot with ups and downs.

Superb acting skills.

——A perfect drama.

Of course, the drama is only half-acted.

And now, it's halftime.

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Sherlock Moriarty slowly emerged from the shadows, adjusting his collar elegantly.

He took out his pocket watch and took a look. He stood expressionless, as if waiting for someone.

Not long after, a young man with black hair and black eyes, a teasing smile on his lips, quietly came to Sherlock Moriarty's side.

Sherlock Moriarty saw him and bowed his head respectfully, "Your Majesty."

Jon looked at the other person and asked: "Okay, what should I call you? Sherlock, or... the dark angel, Sasriel?"

"Of course Sherlock. I am Sherlock Moriarty, Lord Klein's assistant." Sherlock replied with a normal expression.

Jon asked again: "Even if you already have self-awareness, are you willing to live as a shadow?"

"This is my mission and the meaning of my existence." Sherlock Moriarty remained calm.

After a pause, he smiled for the first time, "Besides, there's nothing wrong with the shadow."

"OK, as long as you're happy." Jon shrugged.

‘Sherlock Moriarty’ is one of Klein’s fabricated identities, and he is also a marionette controlled by him.

But this secret puppet is different from other secret puppets.

At certain moments, it is possible to control without the spiritual thread.

Because this flesh and blood body condensed from the black iron cross contains the self-awareness of the new generation of dark angels, which is equivalent to an AI with high intelligence and demigod strength.

That’s why Klein dared to disguise himself as the ‘White Wolf’ and fight against ‘Sherlock Moriarty’.

Otherwise, even if he has extensive experience in puppet shows, he will inevitably be exposed in front of a hunting bishop of the Church of the God of War.

"All gifts from fate are secretly marked with a price. The True Creator keeping you with Klein is considered an investment in advance..." Jon smiled and ignored the topic lightly.

He stretched out his hand to Sherlock Moriarty, "Then in the next period of time, you will follow me around."

"It's my honor." Sherlock Moriarty bowed.

Immediately, the whole person was distorted, turning into countless shadows and blending into the black iron cross.

Jon hung the cross around his neck, put his hands in his pockets, and disappeared in an instant.

The next second.

He came to the capital of the Fusac Empire, Saint Milon.

It is different from Backlund, whose overall environment is relatively stable.

At this time, Saint Milon was completely shrouded in the shadow of war.

Recruitment advertisements can be seen everywhere on the streets.

There were even Fusac soldiers in military uniforms openly recruiting young men and forcing them into steam trucks.

"How cruel." Jon sighed.

However, it is limited to this.

He has no political stance.

Nor does he belong to any camp.

Scenes like this either happen here or there.

It makes no difference to him.

Shaking his head, Jon quietly walked away.

actually……

As early as when he sighed, the Fusac recruiting team discovered this tall and strong-looking black-haired young man.

However, after seeing the coat and leather shoes on Jon that were obviously different from those of ordinary civilians, they decided not to step forward - the children of the poor went to the battlefield, and the children of the rich drank hot soup.

This is true no matter which world.

Closer to home——

Jon didn't walk aimlessly, but came to a small bar in a remote place.

After entering the door, the waiter came up and asked: "Hello, sir, do you have a reservation?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Red." Jon said with a smile.

Hearing this, the waiter's expression suddenly became respectful, and he extended his hand to invite, "Please come with me."

Just like the bar where Sharon and Maric once hid, there were obviously many hidden dark rooms in this bar. After passing through one wall after another, Jon came to an iron door.

The waiter smiled at Jon and left knowingly.

Jon reached for the door.

Squeak——

The iron door made a heartbreaking sound.

"Look who's here?"

"The Great, the Merciful, the Incomparably Noble..."

"Lord Jon Joestar!"

The red-haired man sitting on the sofa had a fearless, villainous smile on his face. He was wearing jet black leather armor and had a rusty long sword in his hand.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a flag mark between his eyebrows, and there are three mouths on his face with obvious corrosion marks.

"Long time no see, my hotpot baby." Jon also smiled evilly.

Isn't it just yin and yang? Who wouldn’t?

Upon hearing this, the 'Three-in-One' Red Angel Evil suddenly broke through the defense.

"Three months after another three months, three months after another three months, it's almost a year!"

"You promised us back then!"

"I want a body of my own!"

The three-in-one is indeed a three-in-one, and it is three times as noisy as an ordinary person.

Jon picked his ears and said, "What's the rush? If I want to break my promise, there's nothing you can do. Don't use such low-level provocations to deal with me. It sounds upsetting."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Red Angel Evil Spirit decisively shut his mouth.

After a pause, the three of them continued: "We have established a base in Fusac according to your instructions."

"The Iron Cross has been integrated and can be deployed at any time."

"We have also inquired about the situation of the Einhorn family. With Einhorn himself acting as the mole, those protections and seals are simply useless."

Jon said in surprise: "Wow, you guys really did a lot."

"Of course -" Red Angel Evil Spirit said in unison.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them started arguing.

"Don't imitate me."

"This is what I should say, right?"

"Shut up Medici, shut up Sauron!"

"Shut up Einhorn!"×2

The Extraordinaries of the 'Red Priest' path make people feel particularly hot. Jon pinched his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, stop arguing. I promised you that I will make your body as soon as possible."

After saying that, Red Angel Evil Spirit put his hands on his knees like a good baby, with a look of anticipation on his face.

The corners of Jon's mouth raised slightly, "I'll tell you good news. In addition to the body I promised you before, I also have a special reward here..."

‘Special reward’?

The Red Angel Evil Spirit couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Jon spoke slowly in a calm tone: "Amon also has a copy of the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Red Priest' Path Sequence 1 in his hand, and (for) him, I decided to use this as a reward in a certain subsequent operation."

Like a devil, he whispered to the Red Angel Evil Spirit, "Think about it, when you have your own body, whoever can be the first to accommodate the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1 will be one step closer to that position. "

It’s not just ‘hunters’ who can stir up trouble and provoke others.

When it comes to playing with people's hearts, 'criminals' are even better.

so--

The Red Angel Evil Spirit knew that these words were quite suspicious, but he still took the bait involuntarily.

The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1, this thing is so delicious!

Even if it's a pit, you still have to rush to jump in.

After teasing the hot pot baby with the pie, Jon finally got down to business again, "So, who can tell me the specific situation of the Einhorn royal family?"

The red angel evil spirit (the part belonging to Einhorn) hurriedly said: "Me, me, me!"

Jon looked attentively.

Einhorn cleared his throat and said with a half-smile: "We haven't seen each other for many years. Those incompetent juniors are more promising than the last. From the Black Emperor Solomon to the Night Emperor Trunsoest, they can survive safely until the end of the war every time. , and then with the support of the Seven Gods, Feysac was established and became the royal family."

The ancestor of Einhorn said in a very sad tone, "Who would have thought that the little babies back then would have changed like this..."

"Strange?" Jon answered.

Einhorn was silent.

Then he smiled with relief and said, "However, their spiritual seals and protection methods are still the same as those I left behind, and they have not improved at all."

"Yeah, who would have thought that ancestor Einhorn would one day take the lead in rebelling?"

"Luckily, I've grown a lot, but I'm still a woman at heart, Einhorn, you stinky bitch!"

"It's just-"

There are always people who ruthlessly undermine me when I am showing off.

Also, I am already a man.

Besides, Sauron, why are you making noises? It's like you haven't been transformed from a woman.

Seeing that the three of them were about to quarrel again, Jon quickly waved his hand and said: "In other words, you can easily enter Einhorn's palace and various forbidden areas, right?"

"Yes." Einhorn replied affirmatively.

He rubbed his hands and said, "If this thing is done, will it be considered a meritorious service?"

Jon nodded, "Of course it counts, and it's a great achievement."

"Then I demand that my body be a higher level than the other two damn guys, or simply put less parts on their bodies!" Einhorn said with anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Sauron and Medici became anxious and yelled: "You are a beast with a father but no father!"

"Low and lowly worm!"

"Einhorn, you are scheming all day long, why do you act like a bitch?"

"Cunt! Cunt!"

Einhorn shrugged nonchalantly.

I can live badly.

But Sauron and Medici must die.

Finally got the chance, it would be a shame not to step on him for the injustice he has suffered over the years.

Jon just laughed.

Neither agree nor refuse.

Medici and Sauron's sense of crisis suddenly rose.

Don't be like what Einhorn said, the new body is missing a part...

no.

I also have to perform well.

Thinking of this, the two people hurriedly said: "With your order, I will go to the sea of ​​​​knives and fire."

"I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

After a pause, another 'duet' came out that was very well understood.

"Don't fucking imitate me!"

"Okay, okay." Jon was really annoyed by the evil spirit in front of him and his trigeminal nerve ached. He took out a token that exuded a strong evil spirit out of thin air, "This is a token for commanding the Blood Worship Cult. I leave it to you. "

The Blood Worship Cult is a secret organization that believes in the "dark side of the universe".

After Jon was promoted to Sequence 0 of the 'Abyss' path, he easily incorporated the organization and personally restrained the behavior of the three major demon families in his organization. He placed the promotion ceremony of the Beyonders of this path inside the 'Abyss'. It can be regarded as a contribution to the peace and stability of the world.

The Red Angel Evil Spirit took the token, and the strong abyssal aura on it made him change his expression.

Jon said: "Einhorn is responsible for breaking through the protection of Feysac's royal family; Medici leads the Blood Worship Cult as a death squad... It's okay, don't feel bad for my followers, the number is smaller, but I am happy to be quiet; Sauron Bring the Iron Cross to press forward. When the time is right, the three of you will directly behead Emperor Fusac and end this war."

Is the time right?

What qualifies as ripe?

The red angel evil spirit pursed his lips and couldn't help but ask.

Jon said in a faint tone, "Timing, do you understand? Just like the rotation of gears, everyone must perform their duties and complete their respective tasks. When all the lines of destiny intersect at a 'point', the time is ripe. when."

Uh, I don’t understand.

In short, you don’t need to act immediately, but you have to wait for instructions, right?

The red angel evil spirit promised obediently: "It's the same thing again..."

"You give the order..."

"I will go through mountains of swords and seas of fire!"

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"If you say anything from now on, I will go through mountains of swords and seas of fire!"

Bishop Rommel looked a little drunk.

He forcibly hooked the shoulder of the 'White Wolf' and said sincerely: "Brother, if you need help from me in the future, don't dare to say anything else. I still have some connections in the Church of the God of War."

Klein twitched his lips.

I don’t know what the hunting bishop was thinking, showing such poor acting skills in front of a master performer.

Do you really think that all the Extraordinaries on the 'Warrior' path are brainless idiots who can confide in you after three to five glasses of wine?

Innocent!

"Bishop Rommel, you are drunk." Klein said calmly.

After drinking all the wine in the glass, he stood up and waved his hand casually, "I have received the reward, let's just say goodbye."

Bishop Rommel frowned slightly, "Are you still going to hunt down Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Of course, I took the deposit." Klein controlled his aloof persona, "After taking the money, I have to do something."

Bishop Rommel said patiently: "You won't be able to find that guy for a while, so why not come back to the Church of the God of War with me first..."

"Ha, I'm curious, why do you always want to introduce me to the Church of the God of War? Could it be that you want to kill me and take away my extraordinary characteristics?" Klein is really like a wolf, turning against others and trying to manipulate others. It was on the hilt of the sword, as if it was about to explode and hurt someone in the next second.

When Bishop Rommel saw it, he smiled like a normal person and said, "It is my duty to absorb potential warriors who are living outside."

Klein sneered, "Why haven't I heard that the Church of God of War has this rule?"

"It was also added after the war started." Bishop Rommel's expression became a little more serious, "The brats of the Church of the Night, the maggots of the Aurora Society, the scourge of the Witch Sect... We have too many enemies, so we must absorb them all Power that can be drawn from.”

He stared at Klein, "You are a warrior, White Wolf. No matter where you got the potion formula and extraordinary properties, in the final analysis, you are a warrior.

And warriors are born followers of the great God of War! "(End of chapter)