Pirate Kingship

"Kruger the murderer?!"

But immediately Thomson denied his guess, and asked sternly at the empty rain curtain in front of him:

"Impossible, the place where Kruger was resurrected last time is the capital of our Grand Duke of Courland.

It has only been two years since it was killed by the Church's [Night Watch]. Even the cursed spirit cannot be resurrected so quickly and come to the colony to kill people.

Who are you? "

At the same time, he suddenly clenched his fist, and the blood-colored extraordinary spiritual light erupted from his body, which was transmitted to every nearby principality soldier, exploding bright [iron-blood halo].

But he brazenly activated the third-level core ability of the knight profession [Knight Commander]:

“You can gather the power of the knights under your command. The stronger the power and the more people there are, the better the effect will be.

And it can give various halo abilities to its subordinates, allowing them to exert a combat effectiveness of one plus one that is far greater than two.

Only this third-level ability can surpass the [Pirate Battle Flag] used by the pirate profession to rally the crowd (Chapter 83). "

Thomson roared:

"Gather together, all in formation!"

The soldiers hiding in other longhouses seemed to be infused with courage, and they immediately drew their sabers and rushed out one after another.

The bloody auras on their bodies connected together, and the military formation of more than two hundred people was like a copper wall.

The halo condenses the murderous courageous spirit of the soldiers into substance. While providing comprehensive protection to the soldiers, it is most suitable for dealing with ethereal spiritual enemies.

Whether you are facing evil spirits or evil spirits, fear is the greatest way to kill yourself.

Moreover, in this low-demon world, even the strongest [King] can only defeat a thousand enemies, and no ability can be stronger than the power of gathering a crowd.

Even when facing a Tier 4 hero without a guard, Major General Thomson is confident of killing him with all his strength!

However, it still didn't work.

The seemingly impenetrable iron wall seemed to not exist at all in front of that ferocious murderer.

As each soldier fell apart and died tragically, the other survivors were frightened and their morale collapsed completely.

The [Iron-Blooded Aura] based on the spirit of blood and courage naturally failed on the spot.

"Help, don't kill me!"

As the first soldier howled miserably and left the military formation, fleeing toward the warship on the seashore as if he was desperate, the copper and iron walls collapsed.

The other soldiers didn't want to be the one who ran slower than their companions, so they immediately scattered and fled.

The sailors on the ship were still there. As long as they escaped onto the battleship, they might be able to escape from the hands of that terrifying existence.

"This is impossible!

Even Kruger, the real dream murderer, does not have such an incredible ability to ignore the [Iron-blooded Halo]. "

Thomson was furious.

He was experienced in hundreds of battles, but it was still hard to imagine what level of power it would take to completely crush his team.

until

Poof!

The head of the dark wizard Tiger beside him suddenly split into four parts, and a steel claw easily penetrated his chest, holding a thumping heart.

A very young and magnetic voice chuckled in Thomson's ear:

"Hahaha, you don't think you people are still in the real world, do you?

Keep your eyes open, you will have entered a shallow dream from the moment the first raindrop fell to the ground.

If you hadn't been able to distinguish between reality and dreams after the psychic left, it wouldn't have been so easy for me, the [Nightmare], to kill you. "

Thomson slowly lowered his head and looked at his beating heart. As if he thought of something, his eyes widened little by little:

"You can speak and have consciousness. You are not the cursed spirit, but the mastermind hidden in the dream as the Archbishop said!

Why did you run out of the dream on your own? "

That voice was a little funny:

"Arrogant foreigners, you don't think that all enemies are like in knight's stories, waiting stupidly at the top of the castle, watching you clean up the minions at the bottom, improve your own strength and then pass the level all the way, right?

If you find someone who can threaten you, of course you have to crush it to death before it grows up! "

But Thomson could no longer hear what he said.

He fell to the ground with a thud and became completely silent.

real world.

In the increasingly dense fog, a grotesque figure slowly pulled himself out of the spiritual world where corpses were lying on the ground.

It manifested in the air into a hybrid that looked like an octopus and a jellyfish.

The head resembles a jellyfish with a thick, translucent canopy, underneath which are connected tattered human blood vessels and internal organs, as well as jellyfish tentacles, octopus tentacles, or shriveled and skinny limbs of reptiles.

This is the alienated mythical creature [Nightmare], a powerful existence equivalent to the Bloodthirsty Order [Night Demon] and the Skinned Church [Gorgons].

[Nightmare] Some amorphous shapes changed again, first into an ugly half-fish, half-human figure, and finally into a handsome young gentleman wearing a dress and gold-rimmed glasses.

It was the exiled Bay resident who appeared several times in Luoyan City, the dream city in the New World!

Compared with Byron's path of balancing divinity and beastliness, the ladder of glory and forbidden knowledge, both are difficult to grasp.

This young man, who has completely converted to the old gods and succumbed to his bestial nature, is obviously further along the path of forbidden knowledge.

It has completed the third ritual that countless black wizards dream of, and has become a mythical creature comparable to a fourth-level hero.

And this is far from the end for the "Bloodline Original Codex" that can reach the divine realm.

The young gentleman leaned down with extreme elegance and blew out the ritual candles placed by the [medium] on the ground one by one, destroying the other party's return sign.

He took out another parchment with red words on a black background and shook it at the corpses on the ground.

A red light flashed, and all the corpses on the ground had been refined into [Philosopher's Stone] by the contract devil transformed by the great pirate Flint.

"The power of [Greed Worm·Mammon] is unexpectedly useful in this place.

It's like the ability of a wishing machine, worthy of being the 'God of Wealth and Greed' in the mythological era."

Putting away one-third of the "Faust Contract" in his hand, he strode to the seaside.

The three warships parked here were not spared, and the crew all fell into a deep sleep.

The young gentleman took out a heavy book from his arms.

The cover was covered with fish scales, the four corners were wrapped with brass, and there was a skull-headed octopus lying in the middle of the cover.

This was the forbidden book "Luoyan City Textbook" belonging to the Deep Dive Church, and it was also a powerful [Cursed Thing] in the category of magic books.

"In the name of the Luoyan land under the sea and its inhabitants, praise the sleeping god. In the name of [Kish's Seal] and all those who obey this seal, in the name of the gate to the deep sea and all those who use this gate."

Long paragraphs of strange curses like turbid waves poured out of his mouth.

The humid air rippled, and several translucent creatures like jellyfish and octopuses emerged from the deep dream and attached themselves to the warships one after another.

Then the three warships were quickly parasitized by barnacles as if they had been submerged in the water for many years, and grew tentacles like octopus warships.

The bodies of the sleeping sailors also rapidly transformed, turning into marine biota that covered the entire warship and covered them with shells.

Then the three warships twisted their bodies and dived underwater, following the guidance of the same source and rushing towards the May Wind that was recovering in the deep sea.

The return of the complete octopus warship has clearly entered the countdown.

At this moment, behind him, the indigenous tribe that was still in deep sleep also gradually heard strange sounds:

"The era of Luoyan has arrived, and all living things will die. In the eternal deep-sea mansion, the sleeping god who is still dreaming is waiting. Dream, dream."

The old god's dream talk from the dream city of Luoyan City seems to have descended into the real world.

For the indigenous people, these two waves of outsiders, one from the northern hemisphere and the other from the southern hemisphere, fought each other and made them the biggest victims.

The young gentleman smiled with satisfaction as he watched the warships go away:

"If it weren't for these self-righteous fools who helped me to connect the dreams of the sea creatures and the natives, and realize the "connection" between the collective subconsciousness of the two huge ethnic groups.

It's not easy for me to return to the Bantaan Islands through dreams.

The only thing that makes me unbearable is that the environment here is too dry!

I really hope that the Luoyan Era will come soon, and the Deep Sea Church serving my Lord will reshape this world."

Looking at the heavy rain in the sky, it is obvious that the dryness he mentioned does not refer to the climate.

It refers to the source tide that is more abundant the farther away from the old continent.

"Wait until the blood disaster creates more converts for our Lord.

We can cooperate with the priests of the Deep Dive Church to anchor reality, hold the advent ceremony, and summon more 'Kraken's Touch' to descend on the earth.

The first tentacle that is hunting in the North Sea was able to come to the Bantaan Islands in the material world with the help of the massive sacrifices of the destruction of the Taya Empire.

It was finally brought to the North Sea by the fool of Hettings.

There is no such large-scale blood sacrifice this time. It is not enough to have the local natives of Bantaan enter the dream.

At least a colonial city with a population of more than 10,000 people needs to be sacrificed.

Get more anchors and 'variables' to successfully summon the second tentacle of our Lord.

Let me see if there are any colonies that are isolated overseas, with abundant sea water, many colonists, complex nationalities and races, and weak strength."

The young man from the Bay held a waterproof nautical chart and patrolled up and down, and finally his eyes slowly fixed at the intersection of the east-west route.

A confident smile appeared on his lips:

"This is it.

Through my bloodline, it seems that there are still pure Bay People descendants there.

In order to welcome the return of my Lord, I have a good plan."