Pirate System

Harold turned into a half-human half-monster in front of everyone's eyes. A thick and long tentacle stretched out from the back of his head, wrapped around the fishy moon, and danced swayingly, while his own right hand became more powerful. arms. His alienation continued, a pool of sea water flowed under his feet, and a sharp fish tail ripped through his trousers and stretched out.

Kathy felt the change in her lover, she felt endless sadness, and closed her eyes in pain.

"I can't wait for him to completely turn into a monster." Tang Ke spat, the long sword in his hand flashed red again, and he stepped on it hard, just stepping on a footprint on the deck.

The troll also jumped high, covered his body with red fighting qi, raised his bone knife, and gestured to cut it down. Hong Locke, One Ear, and Owen also held weapons one after another and rushed towards Harold viciously.

Harold swung his tail and slapped Owen from behind. Owen slammed into the mast hard, and his waist "quaked", breaking it directly. He fainted in pain, and no matter how loyal he was, he couldn't help. Harold's fish face was expressionless, his eyes were wide and round, and the tentacle holding the knife behind his head lifted up, "Dangdang" two knives, blocking the troll, and left a knife on the troll with unparalleled speed. Wound.

With a stern look on his face, Tang Ke stabbed the long sword straight at Harold's fish face, and the sword chirped in the air.

Because Harold became a sea monster, his heart became chaotic, and only the killing intent remained. He grabbed Moore's long sword and held it tightly in his claws, without being cut in the slightest.

Tangke was shocked and wanted to pull out Moore's sword, but the opponent's strength seemed to be a bottomless abyss and could not be shaken at all.

Harold shoved forward, sawdust splashing under his feet, and Tangke was pushed back again and again, without any resistance. One ear and Hong Locke slashed the sword at the same time, trying to save Tangke. Harold's head full of tentacles stretched out like a peacock, and swept away an ear that was in the way and Hong Locke at the same time.

Harold let out a roar of excitement, and pushed Tangke to the stern with the power of the storm, and he was about to hit the captain's room. Seeing that the momentum was not good, Tangke let go of his grip on Moore's long sword and avoided Harold.

Tang Ke had no weapon in his hand, and he was afraid of being distracted when he entered the system, so he shouted anxiously, "Give me the weapon"

Seeing this emergency situation, his subordinates threw their weapons at Tangke. There were nine swords, and some even threw their pistols over.

Tang Ke flew to face the sword, tapped his fingers, and pushed aside an unhappy machete, then grabbed a sword and a pistol. He saw that the gun had already pulled the ram and could shoot at any time. , so I reached out to catch it.

Harold threw away Moore's long sword, stretched out his claws, and attacked Tangke in mid-air.

Tangke turned around abruptly, flung the hem of his clothes behind him, aimed at Harold with his left hand, pulled the trigger, and a gunshot rang out.

"Go!" Tangke cursed, and hurriedly resisted Harold's attack. With his remaining physical strength, he could only use a powerful sword skill again. If he was not fully confident, he could not make another move.

In just a few seconds, Tang Ke was hit by Harold a few times, his chest and arms were both injured, and the situation was dangerous. Because of his injury, the sense of crisis spread to the trolls' minds, and the trolls changed their strategy and made the protection of Tangke their top priority.

The troll gestured at the two people around him with a blank face, meaning to hug Harold himself and let the two take the opportunity to attack. He inserted the bone knife into the belt around his back and rushed towards Harold.

Hong Locke and One Ear didn't have time to think too much, clenched their weapons tightly, and followed in the footsteps of the trolls. Red Locke's life was saved by Tangke. He felt that it might be time to pay it back. It's a pity that he didn't drink rum this morning. It's a bit regretful to die.

Life and death are fighting, and everyone present has put their life and death aside.

Harold swept away with a claws, tearing Tangke apart from his waist. Tangke erected his long sword, held it at his waist, was swept away, and flew to the side of the ship. He stomped on the side of the ship, took a deep breath, and jumped back to Harold again. The long sword in his hand stabbed Harold relentlessly.

Tangke's sword cut off two of Harold's tentacles, causing Harold to scream twice in pain, and the tentacles fell on the deck, shaking sticky.

Harold raised his head, and dozens of tentacles at the same time soared and stretched out, flying out more than a dozen, heading straight for Tangke.

Tangke danced the long sword in his hand into a spiral shape and cut off several tentacles that were flying in, but suddenly one tentacle broke through the defensive net from under his feet and entangled his ankle.

Harold's tentacles are like crazy water plants, entangling Tangke, one, two, three, and when there are seven or eight, even Tangke's arm is entangled. A wave of ecstasy stirred up in his heart, and that kind of pleasure came from the inside out, making it difficult for him, and the tentacles all over his head shivered, conveying this excited emotion.

Tangke danced and struggled, but he was completely unable to break free from the shackles of the tentacles. His heart was agitated, and his life and death were just a moment away.

"Hey!" Harold opened his mouth wide and let out a strange cry. He used his tentacles to bring Tangkla over, and slammed his claws with strange power towards Tangke.

At the juncture of life and death, Tangke suddenly pulled his arms and blocked his heart.

The troll finally arrived at this time, and with all his strength, he hugged Harold from behind. Hong Locke jumped up, holding the sword in both hands, to stab Harold to death from top to bottom. One ear was a little slower, but he spared no effort to stab the long sword into Harold's abdomen.

Harold's attack was forced to stop halfway, and the tentacles on his head skyrocketed again, like a long spear, stabbing in all directions. The troll was cut by the fish's tail, and the flesh turned upside down, and the blood flowers flew. Hong Luo was flung away by two tentacles, vomited blood, and fell to the ground in a slump. He cursed inwardly, it was really uncomfortable to be beaten. One ear was even worse. His body was not as strong as the others. He was just stabbed into the right abdomen by the tentacle, and his nerves were cut off in pain.

Under the full cover of the three of them, Tang Ke got a breather, pressed down the tentacles wrapped around his wrists, reached to his waist, pulled out the dagger, and cut in rapid succession. The cold light formed a light curtain, and the sticky tentacles Eight or nine were broken in unison.

Both sides of the enemy were seriously injured, Harold screamed in the sky, his broken tentacles trembled violently, and the alienation on his body became more serious, tending to the final complete body.

Tangke felt that his entire body was about to be shattered, panting heavily, looking for the last chance to strike. He had to admit that he underestimated Harold's strength. Killed Harold, but now he's putting himself in this kind of danger.

But in this situation, he actually felt very stimulated, his blood was boiling hot, and his soul was screaming.

"Ah!" The troll let out a loud roar. No part of his back was intact. Under the serious injury, he fell into a frenzy, and the color of his grudge changed from red to purple.

"Tangke, thank you for the Sky, I'm going to die on this ship today." Covering the red hole in his right abdomen with one ear, he stood up tremblingly, his eyes turning bloody.

"Let's see who dies first." Hong Locke also got up. He found that his left arm could not be lifted, and he barely grabbed the long sword with his right hand.

"Go, give me a good life." Tang Ke danced his sword and flower, and surrounded Harold with several others.

Harold turned the creepy fish head, his icy eyes focused on Tangke, and the air seemed to freeze because of his gaze.

Several people are already on the verge of death, and the next round of attacks will definitely kill someone.

Just as a few people were about to rush up, a gloomy wind swept through, bringing a bone-chilling cold, and everyone shivered.

This cold is inexplicably familiar.

he came

Tangke was very ecstatic, and he looked at a white shadow on the driving platform. It was the undead assassin, Frankie.

Frankie looked down arrogantly, and he could vaguely see his handsome face before his death. He held the black blade of the dragon armor in his hand. He would not easily move this thing, but once he held it in his hand, it meant that someone was about to die. .

Today is a cloudy day, and a cloudless undead can walk freely in this gloomy world.

The undead was furious and glanced at the damage on the deck of the Sky. He had already marked the culprit for the damage in his heart with a death mark.

"Not only did it wake me up, but it also hurt my beloved Sky." Frankie pointed the black blade of the dragon armor at Harold, "How do you want to die?"

Harold was still confronting Tangke and the others, ignoring the undead beside him.

The corner of Tangke's mouth was full of smiles. His strong aid was here. Frankie regarded the Cangtian as a treasure and would definitely not let Harold go. The balance is turned, Frankie is a heavy bargaining chip. Although he is only a third-order assassin, he has a body that ignores any physical attack.

Frankie turned his head to one side and said sensibly: "I wanted you to understand, but it seems to be superfluous." As soon as his voice fell, it turned into a misty white shadow, blowing towards Ha Rhodes.

Harold's thoughts were cloudy, and he regarded Frankie as an ordinary enemy, and divided two tentacles to sweep. The tentacles passed through the pale body without hindrance.

The black dagger in Frankie's hand slid silently and cut to Harold's throat. In his hand, the dagger was almost a black line that freely changed along the trajectory of death.

Harold backed sharply, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Frankie's attack was not sloppy, the dagger turned, this time straight into Harold's heart.

An emotion called fear flashed in Harold's simple mind, and he used his tentacles to attack the undead again, but it had no effect.

The dagger has approached Harold's heart.