Pirates: The Black Earl

Lovett would not have thought of taking revenge on the entire 153 branch if he had been strictly ordered to arrest him. People's hearts are like snakes and scorpions. If you don't expect it, you don't expect it. It is not advisable to become angry from embarrassment.

However, through the navigator's narration, Lovett was surprised to find that Monka and others had nothing to do!

There is no doubt that the Navy Headquarters is not only planning to suppress his existence, but also thinking about suppressing the Monka issue, even at the expense of exchanging interests with the Kingdom of Goa to reach a consensus.

A mere Monka is not enough for this qualification.

What the navy seeks is called "stability" and "general trend".

Known as the "wise general" of the rumored Warring States of China and Buddha, Lovett believes that the Navy Headquarters will not fail to see the truth.

So the answer is obvious.

"Killing good people with righteousness...justice, what a high-sounding word!"

Justice is like snow, and the law of heaven is clear.

But the justice that can be seen by others is as black as ink!

"Since this is the case, please dedicate your heart to justice, in the name of complete loyalty!"

He is not going to take revenge on Monka, nor is he going to take revenge on Branch 153, but to declare war on that ridiculous "justice"!

Jingle bells!

beep!

The sound of fighting, police whistle, and screams resounded through the 153 branches, which were not too big or small.

Rumble!

The armory was detonated by a zombie suicide attack, and the blazing flames illuminated the night sky, and also illuminated the hideous and terrifying faces of the zombies.

Pooh!

Mengka woke up from his sleep and had no time to put on his clothes. He swung his ax and smashed the undead blocking his way, all the way to the square.

"you!"

Looking at the soldiers rushing around in a hurry, Mengka grabbed one and asked, "What's the matter, how did the enemy come in?"

"No... I don't know."

The soldier shivered, turned his head to look at the "enemy" who was screaming in the firelight, and shivered.

"Colonel, they are not people, they are monsters!"

"Fucking monster!"

Mengka knew that there was nothing to ask, so he threw him away and turned around.

Gollum...

"Ah... Lieutenant Colonel Alva!"

It was only then that Mengka finally saw the faces of the undead clearly. It happened that this was an acquaintance. During his private days, he was in charge of his boss's boss's boss, Lieutenant Colonel Alva.

In an instant, a coolness rushed from the crotch to the brain and spread along the spine.

Mengka finally understood why the soldiers were chased and killed by the enemy without forming any effective resistance. Even if he was attacked by surprise, it shouldn't be so unbearable.

Now he understands.

When the dead stand in front of you again, even your most familiar brother, companion, and chief, the absurdity that is familiar and unfamiliar is more terrifying than any bloody excitement!

"Roar!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alva didn't recognize his former subordinate, let out a roar, raised the rusty iron sword that was about to roll, and slashed it on the head.

The sound of the wind woke Mengka up, and he wanted to raise his ax to fight back, but his hands and feet were cold and he couldn't use half of his strength.

He could only tilt his head and roll over in embarrassment.

Boom!

The rusty sword made a knuckle-long diamond-shaped mark on the slate in the playground, and sparks flew everywhere. If this sword hits, Mengka will not die or be disabled.

"Colonel beware!"

Several soldiers rushed over to surround Monka, and the anger brought by the crowd dispelled a little fear.

Looking up, Monka took a deep breath as he watched a soldier outside the protective circle fall to the ground screaming under the slash of Lieutenant Colonel Alva... no, that monster.

escape!

must escape!

Just the resurrection of the dead, he still has the courage to fight.

In order to keep this position, he has committed too many unforgivable mistakes, and he will never give up unless he has to.

But the strength of these monsters is extraordinary,

The number is also much larger than them, and the overall strength is far higher than that of the branch soldiers.

There are only two roads.

Either concentrate the troops and fight to the death without retreating, or take advantage of the fact that the undead are chasing around and have no time to pay attention to him, and take the opportunity to escape.

Do you want to be a hero for a minute, or a bear for a lifetime?

Fuck the heroism!

The one who survives is the winner!

Thinking of this, Mengka turned around and ran away regardless of the soldiers in front of him who were desperately resisting the attack for him.

Hearing the movement, they turned their heads and looked at Mengka's fleeing back. Several soldiers froze for a second.

"Go to... school?"

Pooh! !

The sword of vengeance tore through the air and blood stained the skirt of his clothes.

Until they fell down and died, the eyes of these soldiers were full of disbelief. They were not afraid of death, but just puzzled why the colonel abandoned them.

It shouldn't be like this, right?

Wasn't he the fighting hero who captured Chloe?

"Well, I smell resentment."

Holding the bell, Lovett strolled in the courtyard, walking on the noisy playground, as if walking in a peaceful and quiet garden under the moon, rather than a bloody slaughterhouse.

Looking back at the black smoke oozing from the seven orifices of a soldier's head, the corners of Lovett's mouth curled up.

"Big waves wash the sand, no matter how small an individual is, as long as the number is sufficient, a different kind will be born."

It was the black smoke of the soul invisible to ordinary people. The solidified soul core only retained a little emotion, and at the same time disintegrated quickly to remove all unnecessary "impurities".

Impurities that belong to "human beings".

"It's a pity that the strength is limited, and the transformation will inevitably fail."

"Forget it... Since you want to know the answer, then I will help you."

Stopping, Lovett put his palms between his eyebrows, hung a bell on the tiger's mouth, and sang softly.

boom! !

The battlefield is changing rapidly, so don't be careless.

With such a godsend opportunity, the surviving soldiers did not give up. Major Aiden had noticed Lovett strolling behind the zombies. He held a musket at the window on the second floor, aimed for a long time, and then pulled the trigger.

"Lovitt? I didn't expect it to be such a scary guy!"

The corners of Major Aiden's mouth curled up.

"But as long as I kill you, all the credit will be mine!"

Lieutenant Colonel Jody was not doing well, Colonel Monka fled in fear of battle, and Clemens was not there at all. It was he, Aiden, who turned the tide and saved the branch from the fire!

He was bound to get the shot.

Colonel Skinner can cut off his arm, why can't I?

He had already seen the picture of himself accepting the award and putting on the colonel's shoulder badge after the incident.

However at this time...

Ding! !

Something seemed to be drifting by, the wind or something.

Aiden kept locking on Lovett from the corner of his eye, and found that three meters away in front of him, a cluster of sparks sputtered out of the air, making a crisp sound.

"What?!"

His pupils shrank.

The bullet was blocked?

But what is blocking it?

There is obviously nothing in that area! !

In the next second, he had the answer.

Swish!

The black phantom suddenly appeared, squatting on the edge of the window with its knees bent.

The face-length shattered hair makes it difficult to see his face, but Aiden is very familiar with the five steel claws that the opponent's left hand buckled into the wooden window sill.

"gram……"

Chi la!

"K...cough cough...cough!"

poof...

With a horrified expression on his face, Aiden clutched his torn neck and fell down.

Meanwhile, Lovett's chanting ends.

Jingle Bell!

The crisp bell sound echoed on the playground, whether it was a zombie puppet or an ordinary living person, they all stopped moving in this soul-shocking sound wave.

Afterwards, a dead body clasped its fingers on the ground and got up shaking.

Then came the second one, and the third one... Under the desperate and horrified eyes of the surviving soldiers, those fallen colleagues stood up again, but pointed the weapons in their hands at them.

Necromancy and Skeleton Resurrection!

If there is a corpse, use the corpse, and if there is no corpse, call from the world of the dead.

A necromancer never fights alone.

"Go!"

"The bloody justice is the most poignant."

Lovett said softly.

The next moment, the revived zombie puppets roared and rushed into the flock.

There is only one exception.

"Why?"

The wobbling zombie's face was full of doubts, and he tilted his head in place, as if he had a cerebral thrombosis, which was very 6+7.

"Why?"

He uttered clear syllables, standing alone on this battlefield where the undead roared.

Lovett approached slowly, put his chin on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

"Yes, why?"

Jingle Bell!

Raising the palm with the bell on it, Lovett pointed in the direction of the back door.

"Go ask him if it's okay?"

Hearing this, the eyeballs of this maverick zombie rolled, and there seemed to be light shining in them.

"Yes, go to him, why...why!!!"

The soft murmur suddenly turned into a scream, he suddenly went berserk, lay down, used all four limbs like a beast, and rushed out.

I have a skeleton revived.

I have an Wraith Made.

Ah~

Wraith Zombie!

"Now there's a good show to watch!"

Lovett took out a camera phone bug he had picked up along the way, and ate a vegetable leaf. Although the little guy with the orange-yellow shell and the black lines doesn't have any interest in eating at this time.

Swish!

Stepping forward, a gust of wind blew, and the black knight appeared behind Lovett.

No matter what evil thoughts the master has, it has only one thought.

The master's will is above all else!