Pirate’s Strongest Possession

The morning light is faint, and the warm sunlight is shining through the gaps between the leaves.

The scenery of Angel Island is beautiful. The temperature is like spring all year round. There are no summer and winter seasons, only spring and autumn. It is precisely because of this that the angels understand the birth and death of life.

They are kind-hearted and strong-willed, and each of them is a resounding man.

Time has reached the second day stipulated by Loambas.

Lu Cifer's wings, naturally, there is no whereabouts. Starting from yesterday, all the angels made appearances, looked up ancient books, and began to look for them.

But they all know that once the time is over. What Angel Island finally ushered in must be destruction.

Faced with the legendary terrifying Loambas, who has a bounty of 1.1 billion, they will not have any hope. Not to mention his banner, the three terrifying warlords, each of them is a big pirate with a bounty of six or seven billion, and he alone is enough to destroy the entire Angel Island.

This is a strong man who is qualified to compete with the group of people who are in the limelight at this time. Although his body is not huge and does not seem to have strong muscles, his strength is deeply rooted in the hearts of New World people.

No one wants to provoke such a strong man, let alone arguing with such an old pirate.

"Lu Cifer's wings, for sure, it is no longer on Angel Island. It seems that the patriarch has already prepared in advance."

An old man sighed and said, his expression was slightly relieved.

If Lu Cifer's Wings are really on Angel Island, they really can't be sure of the consequences. Will anyone abandon the legacy of their ancestors and pass on this inheritance to others because they cannot bear the torment of waiting for death or their attachment to life?

Even he couldn't be sure of all this. Because just before, this thought flashed through his mind.

"That's good, Angel Island did not lose its heritage after all."

Another old man of the angel race nodded.

At this time, most of the angels gathered in this small courtyard. Some of them were hesitant to speak, some of their faces were low, and some of them were desperate and desperate, as if waiting for death to come.

In general, the atmosphere at this time is not very good. Everyone knows that their lives are not far from withering, so how can they be in a good mood.

At this moment, a figure stepped in.

After seeing the incoming person, the angels' eyes flashed.

"Shamra, you are here."

The old man who began to speak said aloud.

"Great Elder."

Shanmura nodded, and walked to the center of the crowd a few steps.

He looked around for a week, seeing all the expressions of the people in his eyes, and his heart was cramped. These desperate and lost expressions made his whole patriarch's heart uncomfortable and collapsed.

"I'm sorry everyone!"

Taking a deep breath, Shanmula said loudly, his body bends down heavily, and his sincerest apologies to everyone present.

The angels trembled in their hearts, and some of them had already begun to wipe their tears.

"Patriarch, we all understand you, you don't have to do this, get up quickly!"

The great elder sighed and said softly.

"It's me, let everyone step into this abyss of despair, I am not a good patriarch, just a selfish villain!"

Shanmra shouted loudly, crying in her voice.

Hand over the way Cifer's wings, perhaps the entire Angel Island can be rescued. But for the strong obsession in his heart, for the sake of his ancestors' unspoken words, and even more of his own children, he completely deprived him of the hope of this life.

"Okay, Shanmur, no one blames you! This is the legacy of our ancestors, and we younger generations should naturally follow it."

The great elder said solemnly.

"The main question now is how to deal with the next disaster!"

Looking around the people around, the great elder said.

He knew that under the circumstances, the morale of the tribe must not be high, but no matter what, they had to resist. It's not what an angel tribe should do.

Their ancestors were industrious and brave, and opened up a new land, leading them to a new life. Then, how can these descendants lose the face of their ancestors.

"Elder, you have a problem with this sentence."

A low voice sounded, and a young angel clansman stood up. He glanced at the slumped Shanmur, his eyes trembled slightly.

"How to deal with this disaster, is there a choice?"

"Our angels can choose, isn't there only fighting left?"

In the second half of the sentence, the young angel tribe had already spoke loudly and powerfully.

"In addition, our patriarch, now is not the time for you to confess."

"If you really feel guilty for the lives of your people, then you should cheer up and lead us to victory in this war!"

The powerful words made all the angels present tremble in their hearts, and their spirits began to gather.

Shanmur even trembled all over, and said in a low voice, "Sharon."

Sharon is the only son of his elder brother, and his elder brother, unfortunately, died in the first round of massacre in Loambas.

"Many of the brothers and sisters present, their relatives died at the hands of the demons."

"This hatred can only be resolved by blood."

"So, from the beginning, we had no choice!"

Sharon burst into flames in his eyes and roared with hatred.

"Uncle Shanmra, if you are still a man and you still have an aunt in your heart, please take up the weapon in your hand and lead us to fight!"

This sentence directly hit Shanmur, and his wife died in the hands of Loanbas.

Closing his eyes tightly, Shanmra's fists were squeezed, but he didn't say a word.

"The clan people present chose you to become the patriarch because you were the best fighter in our clan and the most wise bachelor!"

"If we have hope of victory, then the only hope is you, Uncle Shanmra!"

Sharon yelled.

The Grand Elder nodded aside, agreeing with this sentence.

The Angel Island people are not simple civilians. They are born to be able to master a kind of magical talent, and they are more capable of fighting. They are not lambs to be slaughtered. Among the same batch that year, the best talent was Shanmura.

Once, the patriarch of the previous generation deliberately let him eat the wings of the inheritance, Cifer, and become the most powerful angel of the angel family in the past few hundred years!

Back then, Shanmla was the strongest among the younger generation!

"Auntie's hatred, don't you report it? The hatred of more than a hundred clansmen, do you just want to forget it?"

Sharon yelled again.

Shanmur's whole body was trembling violently. After three seconds, he finally couldn't stand it, and he straightened up suddenly, yelling at the sky.

"eye for eye!!"

His eyes released anger, and the wings behind his back suddenly expanded after a buzzing sound. After spreading his wings, it was five or six meters long!

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