Black sails

Chapter 588 CCXXII. Rashomon

"Wo Meiri..." Walman was also stunned. After resting for a while and getting rid of some fatigue, he felt full of energy. Damn, Lister was doing some tough things every day. Today, he really put on a show, which was even more awesome than Dollinger. But he also coughed and pretended to be serious, saying, "It's not over yet. After this, we have to go to the capital of Mulong, remove the puppet government, and put Su Yizana in place. Who knows if the people inside will resist. There will be a tough battle ahead."

Wolman taught his Argonians a lesson, as well as other pirates who had come to their senses and realized that they had a chance in their lifetime.

In fact, Walman himself didn't believe this.

Not to mention that Zote was dead. Once Crocodile Island was dead, the compromising instinct of the capitulationist comprador government would probably scare them to death before the people even arrived, and they would open the city gates to welcome the royal army.

"Shit! I've never been to the palace."

Ryan is a pure country boy. He used to live in the plateau and later drifted around. He has been to big cities, but the most luxurious place he has been to is the manor of the genuine warlord Dollinger.

The Taoist's manor is much higher in class than the brothel in Yunshang Palace. It must be a place where royal relatives live.

Archer had nothing to say. His mother had spent the first half of her life in the Zeon Palace. The Wuchang Kingdom's palace was much better than Muron's.

The matter outside the city has been settled, but it will take some time to clean up the battlefield.

Many key members including Farna went to the city to check the situation. The fire was still burning.

"Where's my apprentice?"

Archer was drunk and he hadn't seen any sign of Magnus. He might have died in the chaos.

"I'm not coming."

Ryan was also surprised. He didn't see it during the battle just now, and it wasn't seen here either.

Walman was speechless. What a goddamn disciple! He is so much stronger than you. Others were just letting him win that day. It was just that Archer upgraded so fast, which was a bit weird. It just gave him a glimmer of hope in his desperate state. He thought there was really some peerless swordsmanship and what could you teach others.

A group of pirates are cutting off the dead Sword of Time. These people have a lot of treasures on them, and the weapons alone can be sold for a lot of money.

Li Site was wrapped in bandages. Although the spell power was healing his injuries, he was still wrapped like a mummy. He found a cool place under the collapsed building and sat down to smoke.

"The military doctors that Finn found from Pedan have carried Magnus away. He is half dead and I don't know if he can be saved. Thanks to Magnus, Zoth was killed."

Lister spoke as if he had been infected with fucking COVID-19. His punctured lung hadn't healed yet, and Zote's body was not far ahead.

What a scary man! A pirate went to search Zote's body and tried to tear the knife from his hand, but Zote was dead and held the knife tightly, so he couldn't pull it off at all, as if it was a part of his body.

After Finn had dealt with all matters, he also rushed over and checked Zoth's body. He heard that there was some kind of magic restraint, but with Zoth's death, all the parasites inside lost their activity and were annihilated, losing their research value. It was a pity.

"Nusmag..."

Ryan complained as he looked at Garsek who had transformed into a human form. The cart had lost one of its hands. How tragic was the situation in the city just now?

Li Site couldn't hold it any longer. God damn Nusmag, is this a gifted monster? The living dead broke his right hand, and Garsek broke his left hand, right?

The wings, which were about fifty meters long, separated from the main body and turned into black and purple flames that continued to burn themselves until they were burned out.

Garsek rolled her eyes. She was too weak to speak and had no time to argue with Ryan.

She is not of a low-level structure like a flying dragon. She just needs a long period of recuperation, with years as the basic unit, before she can grow again. The wings and hands created by energy can basically be used, but she tries to avoid showing her true form as much as possible. The energy burden is terrifying. She can only walk on her legs for a long time in the future. Her Ferrari has been turned into a wheelchair. But it doesn't matter, there is one wheelchair per capita in the Western Continent.

Fafner doesn't spoil Ryan.

"Regnus..."

Fafnir replied, then felt that it was not right, and added: "Ragnus is... I heard that Alan's life alchemy will greatly reduce sexual function, and magic transformation must be even worse."

Although the writing is different, the common language of the Western Continent, Cyrodiil, is also ideographic and quite sophisticated, and some local adaptations are common.

Ryan was shocked. "Is your uncle treating you badly?"

Fafna Emoji smiled awkwardly, "No, you're just not popular with women. All your mistresses in Tianguo Port would break up with you for money."

Ryan flew backwards two meters.

Walman almost vomited blood. Fafner's aggressiveness became too high, but her eyes were full of admiration for the sect's Saint Son.

"Magnus is the only one who is truly disabled! Enough is enough, okay?"

Li Site couldn't hold it anymore. These people were too shameless. To be honest, Li Site admired Magnus very much. He had seen a lot of bad pirates, but this kind of fucking knight-like character was really admirable.

Seeing that the topic was drifting further and further away, Fen quickly got down to business.

"The priests of the sect are all crazy people. We didn't capture many. Most of them died. Only a few priests were detained."

Fen explained the situation to Lister.

I also got some information out. There was internal strife in Alan, discord between the royal court and the sect, and the Pope was preparing to slap the emperor in the face and give him a hard slap in the face at the continental martial arts competition on September 9th.

The reason why Zote is so focused on killing the dragon is that the Pope is preparing to offer a great gift.

"The Taoist priest is dead, and you want to have a grand funeral to show your status, which is understandable. But this fucking antisocial person is dead, how are you going to deal with him?"

Ryan asked Lister.

This question stumped Li Site. He had never thought about it before.

Xia Di, who had been silent and thinking about the script of Summer Sunset Island, put out his cigarette and his eyes became sharp.

"Hey! I have an idea! Didn't we capture the people of the Holy See as prisoners? We have to give gifts anyway, whether it's the Pope or us, why not give the deputy commander's body to the martial arts champion as a gift? Anyway, if Salette makes it to the top 16, he'll have to explode, otherwise that bitch Kaiden will take advantage of him."

Xia Di said so, thinking about it carefully. The Pope was in a hurry to deliver the goods on September 9th, so the process was a bit urgent. So he could wait until the last minute and transform himself into a dead-line warrior to scout the location and deliver it. With the power of the sect, if they were in such a hurry, the verification in the middle might be cancelled. He would definitely get the green light all the way in Alan and go straight to the Imperial Arena to open the box.

Everyone present felt their scalps tingling and their ears deafening like thunder.

One year has passed.

Xia Di, who had come up with a way to make three meals out of one fish in Linden City, finally came up with another good idea. The East Coast Idea King, who was already not favored by anyone, was already invincible with his double pupils, so why did he need to borrow someone else's bones? He showed his power again!

"Hold……"

Fendu's pupils trembled, his behavior today was somewhat abnormal, and he even swore at the idea that could only be described as divine.

What a great chinchilla for titanium.

"The deputy commander has spent his entire life in the military! His soul must return to his homeland! Pass it down and make a coffin... of top-quality material, and it must be magnificent! It can be used in martial arts competitions on the mainland, no matter the cost!"

Li Site made a decision. There was no better publicity opportunity than this. As the Elector, he must slap the emperor in the face. You send some gendarmerie and navy to mess with me every day, right?

And the emperor had nothing to say, because Li Site was helping Yalan to get rid of the harm, and his merits and demerits offset each other. There are loyal people overseas and heroes in the East China Sea.

Experienced in hard and extraordinary work.

Now to fix...

Rashomon.