A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

As a Night Blessed, Leonard is naturally protected by hidden powers.

The goddess of the night is very efficient.

In other words, it's too efficient.

Grandpa Pales was inexplicably erased by divine power before he even had time to ask, and came to a strange place.

Scanning the unfamiliar scenes around him, Leonard took a deep breath, with a determined look in his eyes.

Grandpa Pales:...

After a long while, he finally said helplessly and feebly: "Don't you want to explain, kid?"

Leonard casually wiped the broken hair from his forehead and wrote lightly: "My friend Klein Moretti is in trouble."

Grandpa Pales: "So?"

"So I'm here." Leonard adjusted his suit vest and red gloves, "It's that simple."

Hearing this, Grandpa Pales was dumbfounded.

What the hell reason!

Feeling the strong mysterious atmosphere around him, he sighed in his heart and said tremblingly: "You boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky! This... this is the Honakis Mountains!"

"That's right." Leonard said matter-of-factly: "Klein accepted the trial from Mr. Fool, and this is the place for the trial."

"Hell, do you know what the Honakis Mountains represent? You will die, and so will I!" Grandpa Pales exclaimed.

In fact, he rarely gets so excited.

If Leonard remembers correctly, the last time this kind of reaction occurred was when he encountered Amon in Backlund...

"Okay, okay, why have you become so cowardly? This is what the goddess and Mr. Fool mean. If you don't want to, just come out of my body." Leonard looked indifferent.

Upon hearing the names of 'Night Goddess' and 'The Fool', Grandpa Pales was slightly startled, and then fell into deep thought.

The voice in his head finally calmed down, and Leonard breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes gently.

After a while, choose a direction.

"This way!"

The Hornakis Mountains are ultimately the domain of the Night Goddess.

Even the "half-fool" Antigonus is just a pawn in the hands of the goddess.

With God's blessing on his body, Leonard's senses and spirituality were extraordinarily sharp.

It’s not difficult to find out if you look at God’s perspective.

The path he took was almost exactly the same as that of Klein and others.

Wearing stars and moon, regardless of day or night.

Darkness is Leonard’s home court.

The Honakis Mountains are not only filled with mysterious powers, but there are also hidden powers.

Along the way.

Leonard felt like the magic potion in his body had been digested a lot.

Seeing that he was about to enter the 'Kingdom of the Dead' at the top of the mountain, Leonard stopped and cautiously said in his heart: "Old man, tell me the story of Antigonus again."

"Still telling you? I told you what I know three days ago."

Grandpa Pales said in a sinister tone: "Since you have the guts to go deep into such a dangerous place, you must be fully prepared -"

He drawled on purpose.

Leonard rolled his eyes repeatedly.

never mind.

If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it.

It’s not too late to find out the specific situation after finding Klein.

With this thought, Leonard walked into the 'Land of the Dead'.

He was not attracted by the murals on the wall, but carefully searched for the clues left by Klein.

During this period, Leonard saw many black crows squatting on the eaves of the house with dull eyes.

Grandpa Pales clicked his tongue, but didn't say much.

Leonard certainly wouldn't ignore the reaction.

After pondering for a moment, he clicked his teeth and released a few 'spirits' for driving.

Sequence 5 of the Dark Path is called "Spirit Witch", which has greatly improved the control of "spirit". Its strength often depends on which dead people and natural spirits they can find and control.

The 'spirits' driven by Leonard are all natural spirits that he found during the execution of his mission. They have simple minds and are simple and easy to control.

Several translucent natural spirits circled around and discovered that there seemed to be some abnormalities in a building not far away.

Leonard put away the natural spirit and gave himself a simple hidden buff before tiptoeing over.

open the door.

He ducked into the house.

The skin felt like it had been pricked out of thin air.

Leonard raised his head stiffly and happened to look at the many 'wind chimes' hanging from the beams.

One of them looked very familiar to him.

"Klein!?"

Going back in time——

Three days ago.

Return to the main peak of Honakis from Source Castle.

Klein moved his neck slightly.

"'Ancient Scholars' can't escape the gravitational pull of the spiritual body thread, they can only reduce it... I don't know about the poet classmate..."

He touched his smooth chin and murmured to himself: "That boy Leonard has the blessing of the goddess's power, maybe he won't be affected at all, and Grandpa Pales has the status of an angel, which is better than Amon's projection. use……"

With his thoughts clear, Klein no longer worried about Leonard.

No matter how hateful that guy Jon is, he won't just let people come over and die.

on the contrary.

There must be something about Leonard that can help him.

Or Grandpa Pales.

Or it was something he didn't know about, such as a special power given to Leonard by the goddess.

"Hold on."

Klein is sure.

Anyway, after so many days, it’s not more than a day or two.

If it doesn't work, I'll hide in the pores of history when the red moon shines on the land of the dead, masturbate all night, and then come out.

The plan is very comprehensive.

Reality is fuller.

The plump one is like a heavy tank weighing 300 pounds!

Klein is still thinking about it.

Suddenly, the thread of his spiritual body floated upward.

"Oops."

Klein was shocked and quickly fished out Amon's projection before he had time to think about anything else.

Amon appeared holding his monocle with a playful smile on his face.

The expression on Klein's face suddenly froze.

——The spell cast just now failed, this is not the Amon projection he fished out!

"I caught the chance, Bertrand."

Accompanied by the neighing of crows, little Zaratul emerged from the darkness like the villain in the story.

He stared at Klein with fiery eyes, as if he was staring at a supreme treasure.

"Zarath..." Klein narrowed his eyes.

He thought that little Zaratul would not leave willingly, but he did not expect that the other party would take action so quickly.

I was careless and didn't dodge.

But it doesn’t matter.

He had been guarding against this move for a long time.

He turned his palms.

A gray cross emits evil and twisted waves.

Little Zaratul snorted coldly: "True Creator? Huh, His power doesn't work here!"

Klein didn't speak.

In the blink of an eye, a crazy handsome man appeared in front of him.

Crane: Help me, Mr. Sherlock! (crying)

Sherlock Moriarty: Get off Meow Meow! (cold and fierce)

Little Zaratul had already seen the new Dark Angel display its power in the misty town before, so how could he be unprepared?

With a flash of light in his eyes, he took out a rusty cross from nowhere.

Amon pinched his monocle, smiled strangely at Klein, and then his whole body turned into a ball of blue smoke and merged with the rusty cross.

Before Sherlock Moriarty could take action, he was sealed into the cross in the hands of little Zaratul.

Klein was dumbfounded.

Inexplicably, he felt something fall on his face...

"Bertrand, don't underestimate the power of "miracles". "

The unaware little Zaratul sneered.

Only by satisfying the wishes of others first can you satisfy your own wishes.

He fulfilled Klein's wish to reach the summit of Honakis Peak.

So--

His own wishes should also be fulfilled.

"The biggest reliance has been destroyed. Let me see what other tricks you can use."

Little Zaratul approached Klein step by step.

After so many days of patience, I finally reaped the best results.

Yuan Castle is his!

Waiting to use the power of Source Castle to return to the real world and merge with the main body.

He can truly become the 'Servant of Secrets'.

etc.

If we could also get the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness of that demonic wolf.

Who else could this throne of "The Fool" be?

Klein frowned, but he was not panicked because Sherlock Moriarty was sealed.

In fact, he can temporarily use the power of Source Castle to get rid of little Zaratul's control.

but……

Resisting the urge to pinch his eyes, Klein said solemnly: "Since you took the initiative to send me to my door, don't blame me for disrespecting the elderly."

He raised the corners of his mouth and shouted with all his strength, "An! Ti! Brother! Nu! Si!"

"Antigonus!"

"Antigonus!"

“Antigernus!

Except for the first sound, the rest were hysterical responses from the ‘wind chimes’.

Little Zaratul suddenly panicked: "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Just show off." Klein smiled brightly.

After saying that, he directly released his control on the spiritual body's thread and let the thread float into the void.

Little Zaratul didn't know what Klein was going to do.

But he knew he must not let the other party succeed!

Can't care about anything else.

The old guy quickly used his secret technique to compete with the "source" of the Honakis Mountains for the "ownership" of Klein's spiritual body line.

Klein was happy to eat the melon.

Watching the fight between little Zaratul and the crazy Antigonus like a mere passer-by.

pity.

Little Zaratul is not in a complete state after all.

Even if there is an angel in his body, he is no match for that demonic wolf.

Klein smiled and waved to little Zaratul: "See you on the rafters later."

Little Zaratul:! ! !

madman.

Would you rather give Origin Castle to Antigonus, who has lost control, than give him Zaratul?

Little Zaratul felt aggrieved, as if he had finally received his first month's salary but had to give the company three thousand as a social animal.

But the next second, he realized something was wrong.

The hung Bertrand was clearly an empty shell!

Where is the spirit?

Where is Source Castle!

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

In an instant, the entire Kingdom of the Dead was echoing with strange murmurs.

Little Zaratul was distraught.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, he held the rusty cross and walked out of the house.

At this moment, an illusory tentacle protruded from the void and knocked Little Zaratul to the ground.

"Antigonus!" Little Zaratul was filled with fear.

I've been pretending to be dead in the steeple church for so many years just to avoid being hunted by Antigonus.

It's better now, it's the muzzle of the gun.

Repeat the old trick.

Little Zarathu connects the starting point and the end point of the line of his spiritual body to form a complete cycle.

But even so, he still did not escape the fate of being hunted.

With a roll of illusory tentacles, little Zaratul disappeared immediately.

Only Klein's empty shell was left hanging on the rafters, shouting mechanically, 'Honakis...Fregera...'

Time returns to the present——

"Klein?"

"Klein, please speak!"

"Hey, it's me, Leonard, I'm here to save you."

Leonard was startled and tried to use his voice to awaken the consciousness of Klein above him.

But Grandpa Pales advised him not to waste his efforts.

After looking at it for a long time, the old man said extremely seriously: "Okay, look at your worthless appearance... Your friend is not dead, all that is left here is just a body."

Body?

Leonard seemed to understand.

Grandpa Pales chuckled: "Cicada, do you understand? What is hung up is just the cicada's slough."

"In other words, Klein is okay?" Leonard asked eagerly.

Grandpa Pales didn't dare to speak too harshly, "I'm not sure yet, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Paris didn't speak again.

In fact, he wanted to say that this escape technique was very similar to the flesh and blood magic of the Hanged Man, and also had some shadows of the wrong way to steal one's life.

Tsk.

It's really hard to see through.

Leonard's mood stabilized a little.

After a pause, he asked again: "Since the one here is just an empty shell, can you put him down?"

"No!" Grandpa Pales refused decisively.

"You are protected by a secret power, so you are protected from Antigonus. Once you touch that guy's marionette, our existence will be exposed."

Hearing this, Leonard stopped insisting.

After working in the Red Gloves for so many years, he still knows his priorities well.

The top priority is to quickly find Klein's true form and then make other plans.

Thinking of this, Leonard said to Grandpa Pales: "Didn't we see a lot of crows outside just now? Your reaction was a bit strange... But I didn't have time to ask you at that time. Now tell me about those crows." What exactly is it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, those crows should be Little Zaratul's marionette. Little Zaratul is a very insidious and cunning person. I suspect that your friend's forced escape has something to do with that guild."

Leonard's heart trembled.

He is not a novice in mysticism, so he has naturally seen the name of Zaratul the Younger in church classics and cryptic documents.

However, hadn't Little Zaratul already fallen into madness and disappeared for many years? How could he suddenly appear here?

"I know the questions in your heart, but only the person involved can tell you these questions." Grandpa Pales felt that he was trapped in some kind of conspiracy vortex.

But thinking that there was the will of the goddess of the night behind this matter, I had to wait patiently and watch the development of the situation.

After all, after Amon's incident, he, a lonely ghost, had become a member of the Church of the Night, and he did not dare to disobey the orders of the Night Goddess.

Antigonus, little Zaratul, and a mysterious man who is suspected of using flesh magic and wrong-way abilities...

Grandpa Pales sighed in his heart: "You have obviously withdrawn voluntarily, why are you still refusing to let me go?" (End of Chapter)