Pirate’s Brood Order

The wet, cold touch lingers on the back of the neck, as if a coveted tongue is licking his skin, the blood vessels are bulging one by one, and there seems to be another terrifying eyeball staring at him in his eye sockets. His own body, as if on a boat, grew out from the back of his neck.

Like the members of the Straw Hats who were killed by Dalaran, Kakashi had a blood drop-shaped eye planted on the back of his neck at some point.

"His target is me!"

Kakashi's heart twitched violently, as if falling into an ice cave, the next moment he gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted at Jiraiya and others: "Escape separately, otherwise we won't be able to leave!"

Before Jiraiya and Tsunade could answer, Kakashi stepped on the treetop immediately, and the shadow clone technique was activated. Several Kakashi left the team at the same time and fled in different directions.

With Kakashi's departure, the cold and menacing smell of blood faded obviously, Jiraiya carried the unconscious Naruto on his shoulder, and Tsunade also held the exhausted Shizune with one hand, two They looked at each other silently, and their clenched teeth seemed to be crushed.

There was a strange soreness from the neck, as if there were countless small bugs drilling holes back and forth in his head, and the eerie sound of breathing was blowing in his ears.

"Sure enough, the shadow clone can't hide from the eyes of those apostles!"

Kakashi scratched the skin on the back of his neck vigorously, and soon the skin was broken, and drops of crystal clear blood beads fell out, like smooth silk and satin connected together, suspended in mid-air and condensed into a weird ring.

It has a strange aesthetic feeling, but reveals the smell of blood that permeates the heart and spleen.

The ring was solidified, just like the magnified shape of the vertical eye of the blood drop. A blood-stained face emerged from the blood in the middle of the ring, like a ghost that resided in Kakashi's body finally burst through the skin come out.

"It's been a long time since I tasted the taste of blood carefully. I like this eye, so I think the blood in your body must also taste delicious." Dalaran grinned and showed his white teeth.

Kakashi's pupils shrank sharply, his hands quickly formed seals, and a dazzling thunder light exploded from his palms, making Dalaran's face more and more morbidly pale.

"Chidori!"

Kakashi roared, and grabbed Dalaran with his palm. The raging electric arc revealed a ferocious ferocity. The air was pierced by the electric arc, and there was a faint smell of burning.

The blood-colored tentacles waved and were blown to pieces by Chidori. The scorched blood splashed and dyed the blue Chidori into a deep red, and then more tentacles emerged from Dalaran's body, one by one from the body. The drilled blood vessels danced crazily, layer upon layer, like spider webs whose bottom could not be seen, wrapping tightly around the chirping Chidori.

Bitter blue, gloomy dark red, ferocious intertwined explosions, dots of blood splashed on Kakashi's body, like a splash of sulfuric acid solution, the clothes on his chest were corroded, and capillaries protruded from the skin Like a wriggling earthworm struggling and rolling.

"Feel the restlessness of the blood, let's bloom!"

Boom!

The blood exploded, and the whole blood-wrapped arm exploded into pieces. The splashed blood was mixed with pieces of meat and bones. The scalding blood merged into one stream in the air, and was greedily sucked into the throat of Dalaran who opened his mouth.

The latter smacked his mouth, and his lips turned a strange red. He looked at Kakashi who was howling miserably, and suddenly covered Kakashi's head with his palm, and the texture of the palm split open immediately, revealing the dense needles inside. Like the mouthparts of a poisonous mosquito, it pierced Kakashi's whole body.

With a hair-raising sucking sound, Kakashi's scalp exploded, and one eyeball was rounded, as if it was about to fall out of the eye socket. He watched his body become shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The needle tube was full of bright red blood.

Dalaran's nose twitched, greedily inhaling the smell of fear in the air, until the last drop of blood in Kakashi's body was sucked dry, he let go of his five fingers, and the needle tube that was dripping all over Kakashi's body contracted "swish". Back in the palm.

"I'm not afraid of death, I just can't let go of the taste of blood."

The weird kaleidoscope Sharingan, and the bloodshot eyeballs all showed a strange light. Dalaran stared at this vivid world, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became more and more sinister: "Yarlin's will is my The value of existence, and blood is the necessity to maintain my survival, Gana, I owe you once!"

"You're welcome!"

Gana came out from behind, and he gently stroked the hollow blood groove between his eyebrows. The accumulated blood clots made a "cracking" sound under the touch of his fingers, "Remember to give me back a beautiful The eyeballs, uh... There is one more thing to tell you, now the sixth apostle is replaced by Ace and Van Oka."

"A guy who was beaten to death by me, is there another guy who beat me to death, Jie Jie Jie Jie" two impressive faces appeared in Dalaran's mind, and after a long while, he said grimly: "I will Someone died, how could I, Dalaran, be missing in the sequence of 13 apostles."

Gana smiled without saying a word, Smoker stood aside, his cheeks wrinkled under the mask he took off, and he looked at the returning Dalaran with cold eyes. He was a later apostle and had no friendship with Dalaran.

In the shared link of the legion, without self-introduction, they can smell the "common" breath of each other. Dalaran's eyes swept over Smoker, and then fixed his eyes on Orochimaru.

"He doesn't have the aura bestowed by Yarlin, who is he?"

Dalaran licked his wet lips. He had been asleep for too long, and a unit of blood couldn't satisfy his appetite (a unit of mass is a living shell).

"The sequence of the 13 apostles, that is to say, are there 13 such dangerous guys? No, there are at least 13, and the name Yarlin. What does it mean to be given?"

Orochimaru was still reminiscing about the "deep meaning" revealed in Dalaran's words, but he shuddered suddenly, feeling a deep malice locked on himself, and he could still catch a glimpse of Kakashi's drained corpse from the corner of his eye. The hairs on his back stood up one by one.

"You can't eat him, he is the guide of our journey, Smoker has an agreement with him, at least until the end of the journey, he can't die!" Gana said with a half-smile: "And, Al Maybe Lin will like him, maybe!"

Dalaran licked his lips and retracted his greedy gaze. Orochimaru's Adam's apple squirmed slightly, and his heart dropped slightly. Then he heard Dalaran whispering in meaningful words: "Death is not the end, it is the beginning of new life!"