Pirate’s Brood Order

Don't move!

The complicated and weird tree patterns didn't move at all, and the pitch-black door frame didn't even make a sound of squeezing. Yaerlin was stunned for a moment, and continued to push the door hard...

The seemingly thin layer of door wall seemed to bear the weight of a world, and it was not something that Yarlin could push.

"There is a lock on the back of this door. If we want to break in by force, we are still far behind with our current strength, and this will cause a strong backlash from the world behind the door." Astur explained quietly, calmly There was some kind of deep malice in his voice.

"I don't like to break in violently either, it will be regarded as a bad guest; so do you want the host behind you to open the door and invite us in?" Yarlin retracted his fingers, his eyes gleamed with a gloomy luster, and the eyes The son looked at the "cat's eye" in the middle of the door: "With all due respect, the owner of the door can't be so stupid, right?"

"Applying human understanding, most of the worlds are martyrs with chastity archways. You can break their bones, but you absolutely don't expect them to take off their clothes and open the door to welcome guests."

The countless dark tentacles behind Yarlin danced wildly. It was Astur Xier protesting against this feudal trend of thought. In the concept of the brood, the ecological circle of mutual prosperity and development can only be promoted by mutual exchange.

"So..." Yarlin pursed his lips.

Chi!

A terrifying phantom emerged from the dancing tentacles, like a black hand protruding from nothingness, Yarlin raised his arm at the same time, the five fingers and the "black hand" perfectly overlapped in mid-air, floating between the index fingers The black light of "Sen Lie" touched the "cat's eyes" with his fingertips.

Countless black lines spontaneously ignited without wind, and on Yarlin's retina, the progress bar that was already almost full was rapidly descending like a reverse flow, and the "liquid" accumulated in the biochemical pool was also evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye Exhausted.

"Life and soul are the cornerstones of any world, and no world can refuse this temptation. What's more, the life devoured and decomposed by the brood is the purest nourishment!"

The cold voice was full of strong malice, probably because of the blackness of the black, Yarlin noticed that Astur was becoming more and more insidious, using pure food to lure people, it was really... a heinous crime.

There seemed to be countless phantoms of souls wailing in front of them, the fragrance of flesh and blood seeped into the door, and the weird giant tree on the door seemed to have become more fresh and tender, a bloody and strange eyeball opened in the tree, and quickly Coincident with the "cat's eye", the next moment, the terrifying attraction swallowed "Fragrant".

A gloomy, chaotic, terrifying gravitational gravitational force spread through the crack of the door, which is a power attribute completely different from the world of pirates.

"In a state of hunger, it won't even notice whether it's a gluttonous feast or a poisonous bait hidden in it!" Yarlin understood Astu's meaning, and he stared at the open cat's eyes.

Normal people can't get through the cat's eyes the size of a finger. Yarlin glanced behind him, and a black and white mask came into his pupils.

"Go and say hello to that world and me!" Arlin's eyes suddenly focused on one of the figures, and he said with his white and neat teeth.

The figure immediately disintegrated into an invisible black mist, twisted into strands of "fog belt", and was easily sucked into the deep and dark cat's eyes.

The moment the black mist was completely inhaled, Yarlin retracted his fingertips, the black light disappeared, and the cat's eyes were tightly closed in an instant, but the only difference was that Yarlin turned his eyes to the past again, In the originally pitch-black shadows, a figure that was gathering rapidly emerged strangely.

The strange, unknown, and mysterious other world is slowly presented in Yaerlin's vision through the cat's eyes.

What's more painful is that the progress bar that was about to reach the top, in just a few short breaths, cut off nearly one-third of the "reserve", which is a full 300,000 short of the next stage of advancement of the brood progress value.

In other words, the "ticket price" for smuggling an apostle is a progress value of 300,000, which is probably more expensive than the progress value consumed by Arlin's death and rebirth. Looking at the falling progress bar, Arlin grinned. Baring his teeth, his gloomy gaze penetrated the "cat's eyes" to look at the gathered figures.

I can see it, but his will can't pass through the door and land on the body of the "apostle". Yarlin frowned slightly. He didn't like this feeling of being out of control, even if the lifeform transformed by the brood would never It is impossible to betray the "Legion".

He has always been a person with a strong desire to control. Mostly, characters like heroes and villains have this kind of personality.

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In the dark, dumb forest, there are countless towering ancient trees like ghosts, which seem to cover the sky, and only the mottled and gloomy moonlight is revealed. There is a dull and gloomy atmosphere in the forest.

A strange wind blew past, and pieces of leaves were rolled and scattered on the ground, and then a black mist that emerged out of thin air seeped out from the decayed tree hole, and quickly condensed into a figure on the ground.

The square-toed black leather boots stepped on the wet soil, and the slender tube-shaped trouser legs minus a little mud. The upper body was a simple shirt with a military-like coat on it, and a dark cloak was tied on the outside of the coat. There is no logo on the cloak.

There was a dark white mask on his face, until the last trace of black mist poured into his body, he crouched down slowly, and rubbed the black soil with his fingertips.

There is a dense forest in front of me, dark and deep, the bushes cover each other, as if there are invisible figures hiding in it, there is a faint smell of blood in the air, mixed with some kind of blood smell. Strange and active taste.

It was a smell that did not exist in the original world. It should be some kind of "energy" that filled the air. The eyes under the mask glanced into the distance. The entire forest was surrounded by a huge rusty railing, with four hanging A big rusty letter.

"Unfamiliar font!"

He didn't know him, he looked back, and felt a strange depression around him, rustling insects, whistling cold wind, blades of grass were swinging back and forth, suddenly, a drop of blood stained on the blade of grass was blown by the wind splash.

Chi!

The hidden silver light pierced through the air, shot out from the dark woods, and quickly stabbed at his back. The man in the white mask showed a sinister smile, and turned around suddenly, holding the shot with his rough palm. Here comes the hidden weapon.

"There are living people!"

He threw the hidden weapon backhand almost without thinking, and looked at the assailant running in a strange posture in the dense forest, and stood there dumbfounded as if frightened...