A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Going back in time——

A dark room with flickering candlelight.

The original witch came to earth holding a skull.

He murmured something in a low voice, and a small snake emerged from the blood-condensed dress.

"Salinger...Salinger...Salinger..."

Recited the true name of the God of Death three times.

Two streaks of gray smoke slowly floated out of the skull's eye sockets.

When the original witch saw it, she took out a mirror fragment from her chest without haste.

Take a light photo.

The gray smoke transformed into a man.

It's a pity that it couldn't be completely finalized and was scattered by the wind blowing from nowhere.

"Alas." The original witch sighed.

However, it is also expected.

When the true spirit dies, even the traces of its existence are erased.

The main backhand of the resurrection has also lost its effect.

After thinking for a moment, the original witch frowned slightly.

Is it the only way to turn to "that" person?

Can……

In this case, he would have no way out.

"Anyway, let's try again." He murmured to himself and looked at the squirming mass of flesh at his hand.

This is the artificial death embryo obtained from Heitel. It has been cultivated to the peak of demigods and is only one step away from becoming a saint.

With a thought, the original witch crushed the skull into powder and spread the ashes evenly on the artificial death embryo.

After absorbing the power of the skull, the artificial death embryo was successfully promoted, exuding a thick aura of death.

"Salinger...Salinger...Salinger..."

Whisper three sentences.

The meat ball, like the gray smoke just now, gradually transformed into a man's face.

but.

This time the ceremony still failed.

The original witch clicked her tongue, a trace of impatience flashed across her beautiful face.

If Salinger's resurrection hadn't been a big help, he wouldn't have gone to great lengths to do these things.

"Azik Eggers, if we can capture that little guy alive..." The original witch's thoughts gradually dispersed.

Compared to the remains of their descendants and the so-called artificial Death, it is obvious that the parents and children of the Death have more "marks".

Unfortunately……

"You can't touch him for the time being, or in other words, you can't touch him easily." The original witch sat down gracefully, "At this moment, you must be patient."

There is a little bit of despair, a little bit of pain.

On the contrary, He seemed to have taken a tonic and was in high spirits, with an unnatural blush on his face.

Time passed little by little.

The original witch thought of many plans.

But in the end, they were all rejected by Him.

"Mark"

There must be enough "imprints" left by Salinger in the world before he can be sure to completely resurrect the other party.

"Historical projection...Only the historical projection of the 'divineer' can meet this requirement." The original witch nodded lightly.

Immediately, another difficulty occurred.

As a true God who once looked down on the real world, He knows many secrets that others cannot know. Among them is the fact that many parties have placed bets on Klein Moretti, this ‘secret candidate’.

If it hadn't been for the rift between the two sides during the 'Great Smog Incident', He might have arranged a secret move at the right opportunity, making it a profitable game but not a loss if he lost.

As for now...

The original witch weighed and weighed again and again.

An alliance that wants to fight against the evil starry sky, the master of fate, and the goddess of the night.

Salinger's strength is necessary.

as allies for many years.

"Death" and "Witch" complement each other.

Disaster reaps life, and death brings despair.

"The focus is not out of focus, and the focus is not out of focus" belongs to yes.

Moreover, the return of the former God of Death can, to a certain extent, fight against the goddess of the night who has gained the power of death. This is a deal that cannot be lost no matter how hard it is calculated.

"I have no choice but to do this." After much thought, the original witch finally made a decision.

No way out?

From the moment He chose to come to the real world and give it a try, He had no way out.

Is it possible that we have to rely on the "Lord of Storms" and "The God of Knowledge and Wisdom" to help Him at the critical moment?

Stop dreaming.

He waved his hand to seal the entire secret room, blocking out all exploration by extraordinary means, and then set up hundreds of mirrors to create the most profound 'mirror world' in the witch's secret spell. The original witch was relieved and began to summon "that person" in the spiritual world.

The summoning ceremony went smoothly...

It went so well.

It's like "that person" has been waiting outside, just waiting for the original witch to open the door.

The old figure was wearing a black cloak, covering most of his face. The beard and hair are gray and thick. When he raises his head, his eyes are like calm and lightless water, deep and mysterious.

"It's such an honor, the original god." As soon as 'Little Zaratul' spoke, his image collapsed into pieces. He smiled and said, "I wonder what you called me for?"

The original witch took a deep breath, performed the popular Loen dress-raising ceremony, and said: "Great mystery, I beg you to fulfill my wish."

"Secret? Who is Secret? I don't know." 'Little Zaratul' deliberately looked left and right, spreading his hands: "I'm sorry, original god, there are no secrets here, only those who outwit Antigonus and bear the burden. Check, check, little Zaratul!"

Yes, yes, you say yes -

The original witch knew something about this bad character from long-lost documents, so she adapted quickly.

He went on to say: "The despicable Amanysis colluded with the stars and outer gods in an attempt to gain access to the authority of the 'Fool'. I am willing to be a vanguard and take back your treasure for you."

"Oh~ You are so hardworking." 'Little Zaratul' showed admiration: "You can say such disgusting words so easily."

Original Witch:...

Seeing that the other party was silent, 'Little Zaratul' stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I have indeed been waiting for you. In fact, your decision-making in the Kingdom of God is also influenced by me. "

What?

Exactly, when!

The original witch was shocked.

Although He would not express useless things like emotions in his eyes and expressions like mortals, He was indeed a little frightened.

Idea implantation…

Could it be that!

"Yes~" 'Little Zaratul' smiled and pinched his eyes.

Following his movements, an ordinary, unremarkable-looking monocle appeared.

"I accidentally picked up this gadget. I'm very lucky."

Is error uniqueness so easy to pick up? Just lie!

The original witch suddenly understood.

If it is said that coming to the real world is the idea implanted in his mind by the 'mysterious afterimage' (let's call it that for the time being).

Then all the subsequent actions did not exceed the other party's expectations.

Such a plan...

So scary!

"Ah, I advise you to use the word 'so terrifying' less often. It's too cliché." 'Little Zaratul' commented sharply.

Then his expression slowed down: "Dear, you can tell me your wish. Do you want me to resurrect the God of Death, Salinger, or a big snake with wings?"

These three options are actually one!

The original witch subconsciously thought.

But when he saw the half-smiling expression, he knew that any reaction he had was part of the other party's design.

piece……

He is just a chess piece that has been pushed to the forefront.

The original witch felt inexplicably disheartened.

"Oh, many people want to be chess pieces but they don't have this opportunity." 'Little Zaratul' easily understood the original witch's thoughts and pointed out: "Unless you are willing to be swallowed by that bad boy Amon, otherwise... "

Before he finished speaking, the original witch knew what the other party meant.

Does He really have a choice?

The answer is of course no.

In this case, let Him show off again.

"Great mystery, please help me resurrect Salinger, the God of Death." The original witch knelt on one knee and lowered her head honestly.

no way.

This one is ‘secret’.

A correct attitude is the only option.

As for whether I can return to the throne of the "Original Witch" in the future...

how to say?

-

It depends on luck.

He knew not to expect too much.

"Very good, I have received your wish." 'Little Zaratul' pinched his monocle and said with a relaxed smile: "If it were before, I might have to put in a lot of effort, but now."

While speaking, gray mist floated from nowhere and filled the entire 'mirror world'.

Time and space are reversed.

The original witch seemed to have traveled through several eras in an instant, and returned to her most prosperous and glorious period - the 'Pale Disaster'!

Boundless sea of ​​blood, dense bones.

Disaster and death filled the world.

The original witch looked at Salinger, the god of death, who stood on the three-headed bone dragon and held the undead scepter, with a rare expression of nostalgia.

"Your humanity is very stable." 'Little Zaratul' couldn't help but comment.

Hearing this, the original witch quickly calmed down her expression and lowered her head obediently.

"You don't have to be so cautious. After all, I'm not a demon." 'Little Zaratul' scratched his eyebrows.

The next second, he reached forward and fished it out.

The majestic and majestic Salinger was caught in the palm of his hand.

Time and space are reversed again.

The original witch just blinked her eyes and returned to the time point in the real world.

Take a closer look.

However, Salinger, who was fished out by the 'Mysterious Afterimage', showed signs of collapse just like before.

‘Little Zaratul’ said, “Oh, that’s not good.”

The monocle flashed.

The ashes and meat balls from before reappeared.

Salinger was naturally attracted to it and gradually transformed into a baby.

"The long-lost... human world..." The baby's complexion was bronzed, and his facial features were crowded together.

When he opened his mouth, he sounded old-fashioned and had a strong air of twilight.

The original witch was about to say something.

If you catch a glimpse of the person next to you, shut up decisively.

‘Little Zaratul’ frowned and said bluntly: “You’re so ugly.”

Sallinger:? ? ?

Just successfully resurrected.

Some don't understand the specific situation.

but.

It seems like someone is calling me ugly?

How bold!

Eyes widened angrily.

Billions of struggling resentful souls appeared in the dark eyes without a trace of white.

'Little Zaratul' became interested and poked Salinger's mouth with a finger: "You're not happy to call you ugly, are you?"

The majestic god of death.

The master of living things and the ruler of the underworld.

Even if he was besieged by the Seven Gods and fell, he had never suffered such humiliation.

How dare this guy opposite! ?

Seeing that her stunned young acquaintance had not yet reacted, the original witch quickly reminded him: "Salinger, the great mystery has pulled you out of the long river of history and allowed you to be resurrected."

"Secret? Which secret..." Salinger was still furious for the first time, but then he seemed to realize something, and his little body trembled: "It can't be that secret!"

"No, no, don't worry. I'm just a kind-hearted passerby. When I see a beautiful woman in need, I can't help but come up to help." 'Little Zaratul' waved his hands repeatedly: "They say I am willing to help others and so on. In fact, it is all misinformation, and I am just fulfilling my obligations as a good citizen, helping you, me and others, so that millions of families can be happy."

Original Witch:...

grim Reaper:……

To put it bluntly, he is really sharp-tongued.

Without any language reserve, who can speak so eloquently in such a short period of time.

"The great mystery." Salinger said with difficulty.

Although he still couldn't believe it in his heart, the facts were before him and he had to treat them with caution.

What if.

What if the person in front of him was really the long-lost existence in his mind.

If you don't behave well, you might end up wearing tiny shoes until you die.

According to rumors, the Lord of Mysteries has a bad character and his wild ideas have caused misery to all the gods and alien gods.

Even the few words left in the record have become secret knowledge...

If Salinger hadn't won the Battle of the Four Emperors and almost became the ruler of the world, he wouldn't have known that a few epochs ago, there was such an existence that gave gods headaches and ghosts.

"You're too polite, Xiao Sa, you guys." 'Little Zaratul' was still doing actions that were very inconsistent with his appearance.

He squeezed the weak shoulders of the new god of death with his rough hands, "Don't be so open-minded. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine."

Yes, yes, everything is yours, no one dares to steal it from you.

Salinger decisively regained his composure, and the original witch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Surprisingly, after successfully resurrecting the God of Death, 'Little Zaratul' did not stay here for too long. He just said hello and returned to the spirit world, leaving the original witch and Salinger looking at each other.

After a long time, the two finally confirmed that the difficult guy was gone, and they both let go of their worries.

Looking at each other, the original witch said: "The situation is more serious than imagined. The alliance between the goddess of the night and the outer gods of the stars is almost indestructible. In addition, there is also the faint support of the earth mother goddess and others. To be honest, our chances of winning are very good. Low."

"The low chance of winning does not mean that there is no chance of winning." The 'Secret Afterimage' is gone, and Salinger finally rises again and regains his previous majesty.

It's just that this kind of expression is inevitably a bit inconsistent on a baby's face...

But then, he said sonorously: "I have been wandering in the boundless darkness and do not understand the trends outside. But since I have returned successfully, the power of death cannot be easily taken away by others!"

Speaking of this, Salinger smiled and said, "The Southern Continent is our territory. You know, every grain of sand here has the mark of the Hades Emperor!"

After hearing this, the original witch nodded slightly: "Well, since you think so, then we will fight them to the end. I can help you fight for the power of death, but you have to shed some blood first..."

After saying that, he pierced Salinger's arm with lightning speed.

Salinger did not resist, and said helplessly: "At least give me a mental preparation."

The original witch smiled and said: "Your followers, let alone quality, at least the creativity is good. 'Artificial Death', this ridiculous thing will be a great weapon for us. Naturally, the more the better." (End of this chapter)