The bloody hand Mary of the pirate

August 20th, Im will never forget this day.

With the appearance of a child named Justus, the liberation organization troops where he and Joeyboy were located suffered a devastating blow from the Kingdom of God.

Joyboy led a dozen warriors to lure away the opponent's main force, while Imu evacuated with other non-combatants or non-elite personnel.

But if it were just like this, Im would not engrave this day in his soul. The reason why Im remembering this day and never forget it for eight hundred years is...

Today is Christie's death anniversary.

"Christie..."

Im shuttled through the forest at a jaw-dropping speed, releasing his emotions and scanning the forest at the fastest speed he could achieve.

In [Dream], Im discovered the bodies of Christie and others in a corner of the forest when the war temporarily came to an end and he led everyone to take a breather.

Including the elites who were taken out by Christie, they all died together. What is certain is that those from the Kingdom of God must have attacked the island in two groups.

But this should all change, now...

There is still time.

A few hours passed, the night gradually deepened, and Im was already quite deep in the jungle.

"!"

Suddenly, Im felt a strange feeling coming from somewhere in the sight. His footsteps suddenly stopped and he quickly moved towards that place.

Parting through the jungle, a shocking trace of blood appeared in front of me.

"Whose blood stain is this..."

He frowned, then waved his hand to lift aside the nearby vegetation, and a messy battlefield appeared in front of him.

The soil on the ground was turned over, and the traces of the battle seemed to be hidden deliberately.

"It didn't take long."

Im immediately asserted.

An experienced warrior can easily determine the time, intensity, composition of the two sides of the battle and other information from the traces left on the battlefield. For Im, this is a piece of cake.

"One of them is the people following Christie, and the other...the traces blown by the wind from above are indeed the work of the Lunarians themselves."

"But they should be evenly matched, and no one was injured. The blood stains just now should be Christie's blood stains. Her fighting ability is no different from ordinary people. In such a battle, it is very easy to be affected and harmed."

"The battle hasn't been over for too long, which means..."

His eyes burst with hope.

"It's possible he's still alive."

With this thought in his mind, he immediately released the color of what he saw and heard, and then started to search for traces around him with the blood stain as the center.

"This way!"

With a central point and the range determined, finding traces becomes much less difficult than before.

Im followed the traces and chased them all the way. Along the way, he also saw the messy battlefields of short-distance battles from time to time.

From time to time, I would see one or two corpses, some unfamiliar and some familiar.

There are also ones with wings.

Have you been being chased?

When Im passed by a dead body, he leaned down and touched it.

It has started to get cold and has been dead for a while.

After setting the time, he turned and left without hesitation.

Time was tight and there was no room for hesitation.

After searching for a while, the traces in front of me suddenly bifurcated.

Upon seeing this, Im suddenly paused, facing the scattered paths that appeared in front of him, and frowned tightly.

"Two directions, the troops will evacuate in two directions?"

"A plan to divide the troops..."

Im pressed his hand on the ground, and then gently twisted a little soil with his fingers.

The shape of the soil on both sides is very different, with more people on one side and less people on the other. It is obvious that the number of people going in different directions when the troops are divided is also different, whether it is Christie and the others or the pursuers.

And without even thinking about it, Im could be sure that Christie must have gone to the side with fewer people.

The reason is also very simple. A little judgment will tell that the larger the battle, the more difficult it will be to protect Christie. During the evacuation process, there will definitely be close combat. In this case, it is obviously better for Christie to follow the side with fewer people.

Among the people who left with Christie was a Lunarian, a relative of the Christie family. If they followed two teams respectively and spread their wings at the same time, the pursuers would not be able to tell which side was Christie.

After making a judgment in his heart, he hugged Justus tightly in his arms and chased towards the less crowded road.

Justus kept staring at Im closely without saying a word, with a rather strange expression on his face. However, Im was too anxious at this time and did not pay attention to these details.

"That's..."

Halfway through the chase, Im suddenly discovered something hanging on a treetop within the sight range and quite some distance away from the path, shining silver in the moonlight.

He braked suddenly and then flew into the jungle.

When he took off the object hanging on the treetop, Im recognized what this shiny thing was.

"The Cross...Christie's Cross."

Im narrowed her eyes slightly.

Christy's status symbol not on the path?

Did the golden cicada escape from its shell...

It is indeed a good method to let others attract the enemy's attention and escape from the jungle yourself.

After traveling thousands of miles to let the pursuers attack tirelessly in the forest, it was obviously aimed at [Sage]. When the enemy's target was only her, once Christie escaped, the pursuers from the other two sides realized that something was wrong.

The search will also be restarted.

It should be the best choice under the current circumstances.

In this case, after Christie escapes, there is a huge window of time between when the pursuers react.

During this window period, if Christie does not find a safe place, then Im will have to stop the pursuers before they arrive, or rush to Christie's side.

This is how she can survive.

With this thought in his mind, Im put away the cross and rushed out in one stride.

Then it didn’t take long before I had a headache and slowed down.

"Teacher Christie..."

The traces of one person are much harder to find than those of a group of people, and although Christie is not strong in combat ability, she is considered a tactical expert in field battles. She does an almost perfect job of eliminating her own traces.

This will make it difficult for the pursuers to find them, and will also make it difficult for Im.

"I can only find it slowly..."

Im followed the traces and searched step by step. About half an hour later, there was a lot of movement in what he saw.

"The direction of the sky."

Feeling someone approaching quickly, Im put down Justus, turned around and approached the person.

The figure with wings spread out in the sky has appeared in the field of vision.

There is only one pursuer. It is estimated that the other party is also looking for Christie now.

"Victoria!?"

It was obvious that the person who came was very knowledgeable. When Im saw the other person clearly, the other person not only saw him clearly, but also recognized his identity.

"You are here. It seems that [Sage] left in this direction."

The other party raised his arms high as he spoke.

Im narrowed his eyes and jumped up.

He kicked the opponent in the face, interrupting his movements and stepping to the ground.

Still searching, Christie has not been found yet.

In this case...

A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Just now, did you want to be subpoenaed?

"kill."

…

"Click, click."

The battle ended quickly. The Lunarian's neck was twisted three or four times, and his entire body was imprinted in the huge tree trunk.

Both wings were torn off by Im very cruelly and stuck on the ground.

Although Im's current strength is far less than what it will be in the future, eight hundred years of experience is still a crushing advantage when used against the ordinary warrior in front of him.

After easily resolving the battle, he twisted his neck and waved his hand as if shaking something dirty.

Then, he turned around and picked up Justus, and then followed the original traces.

After killing the pursuers, he felt a lot more relaxed. The death of the scouts would bring a larger window of opportunity, which would create more margin for himself and Christie.

After marching for a while, there was a smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.

No, it's not the smell of gunpowder smoke.

...the smell of fireworks?

On the edge of the sight, some totem poles with strange patterns appeared.

Im immediately remembered what Christie had said before that this island was inhabited.

Primitive tribe...?

Im put away what he had seen and heard, and walked in the direction of the totem pole. The vegetation gradually became sparse. Soon, fire appeared in his field of vision.

A tribe surrounded by a fairly high wooden wall appeared in front of him. At the entrance of the village, two muscular and naked men were guarding the door.

When the two men saw Im, they immediately put on a fighting stance and shouted:

"who!?"

"I am a fighter for the Liberation Organization."

Immediately waved his right arm, which was tied with a black cloth with three red lines on it.

This is the symbol of the Liberation Organization.

"Liberation Organization?"

The two were stunned for a moment, and then saw the child in Im's arms.

Seeing the movement of their eyes, Im narrowed his eyes slightly and opened his mouth:

"My partner and I got separated. This child is an orphan I picked up while searching for my partner. If possible, can you allow me to take a break in your tribe and look for clues about my partners?"

Im has no good impression of civilians. Completely different from Joyboy, he has no intention of civilizing the people who are stubborn to him.

At least for now - or even eight hundred years later, he doesn't have this idea.

Christie's teaching theories for the two of them are the same, and the teaching methods are also the same. However, the environments where Im and Joyboy grew up are different, and their concepts are also very different.

Of course, no matter what, in this situation, we still have to rely on the power of these local people. Since they are primitive tribes, they are more familiar with the nearby terrain, and maybe we can get some news from them.

"Liberation Organization...ah, you are Victoria!?"

A man looked at Im carefully and exclaimed.

The other person was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then looked shocked.

Im had already anticipated the reaction of the two people. Everyone in this world knew about the Kingdom of God, and if you knew about the Kingdom of God, you also knew about the Liberation Organization.

Victoria and Joyboy, these two names are the signatures of the Liberation Organization. Compared with Christie, the two people who form the core combat force of the Liberation Organization are much more famous.

What's more, they are still disciples of the [Sage].

After nodding in recognition, he asked:

"Can I go in now?"

"Of course, Guy, you can show Mr. Victoria the way and take him to see the chief."

The more mature man said to the other person.

Guy nodded vigorously.

"Please follow me, Mr. Victoria."

"Then this child..."

"I'll just hold you."

Im shook her head and refused the adult man's kindness.

Following Guy on the main road, Im looked at the surrounding buildings.

The scale of this village is much larger than expected...

Um?

The blazing fire coming from the distance illuminated the sky, and that direction should be the center of the village.

"Fire?"

He said doubtfully.

When Guy heard this, he also looked over, then he was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said:

"Ah, no. That's the light of the fire ceremony."

"Fire festival?"

"Yes, there is a tradition of fire sacrifice in the village."

Guy explained to Im quite enthusiastically:

"If it's a festival, or when the first, middle or last day of each month alternates, if we capture people from other tribes, we will hold a fire ceremony."

"We will vent the evil thoughts in our hearts on him, then dismantle his limbs, nail his torso to a fire sacrifice pillar, and then burn him to death to purify ourselves."

"After the meat is roasted, it will be divided and eaten. The elders say that this can increase the strength of the warriors. Well, although I think it makes no sense."

"..."

What a barbaric custom.

Im sighed inwardly, after all, it was still eight hundred years ago, and it was not that civilized yet.

In such a primitive tribe, such a ceremony is quite reasonable.

But now it's the beginning of the conversation, let's continue the conversation and ask if there are any clues about Christie.

"If there is a tribal war, will the prisoners be treated like this?"

"That's not true. Even if the time is right, we will only deal with a few people in the fire ceremony, and we still have to keep some prisoners to replace them with other tribes. Otherwise, the young and middle-aged people will die."

It’s not easy to still notice the population problem.

This actually made Im take a slightly higher look.

"However, this fire ceremony is not dealing with ordinary people."

Guy said casually: "Two or three hours ago, the patrol team outside captured a female Lunarian. The Lunarian was quite beautiful, with blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. At first glance, she looked like a female Lunarian.

The noble who came to our tribe to exchange things actually lied that she was from the liberation organization and wanted us to provide her with some help..."

Im's footsteps stopped.

"Tsk, although we here are not well-informed, the people from the Liberation Organization have overthrown the Kingdom of God. How is it possible to overthrow ourselves? They simply treat us as fools."

"The chief was a slave of the Lunaria tribe in his early years, so we all don't like the Lunaria tribe. To us, the Lunaria tribe is also considered a member of other tribes, and today happens to be the handover between the middle and late

On that day, the chief took advantage of the situation and held a fire ceremony."

"Speaking of which, Lunarians without fighting ability are really rare."

"The Lunarians I've seen are all very powerful, but usually they don't take us seriously."

"Well, Mr. Victoria, after the fire ceremony, do you want to stay and take away the remains of the Lunarian? We are not interested in the corpse of this alien race. It should be very useful to you, right? In your capacity, and the chief

Just say it and he should agree."

"Mr. Victoria?"

"Mr. Victoria?"

Guy didn't hear Im's response for a long time and turned around in confusion.

Im stood there, looking at Guy with a pair of empty eyes.

"Victoria...sir?"

…

Firelight in the dark night.

The blazing foehn wind blew towards his face, blowing the tips of Im's hair.

The dense crowd sang and danced in the roaring heat wave, holding knives and forks high in their hands, as if they were performing some kind of sacred ceremony.

The smile on that pious face was as if the evil in his body had been purified.

On the countless waving spears, there were scattered limbs of some kind of humanoid creature and two snow-white wings. The feathers on the wings were burnt by the tongues of fire, and the ends had become charred black.

Under the backlight, everything turned into a black silhouette, reflected in Im's white eyes.

A high pile of firewood was piled in the center of the flames, and a cross stood in the center of the firewood pile.

Nailed on it was a human body with its limbs severed.

In the orange light, a lonely black figure made a harsh crackling sound.

In front of him, there seemed to be a huge pillar of fire rising into the sky, burning through the sky and the earth, drawing a cross on the world.

"Click, click."

Im heard the sound of something cracking.

"Wow--"

Justus, who had been silent all the way in his arms, suddenly burst into tears without warning.

"This is it. It looks like it's almost over."

Guy stood behind Im, scratching his head and looking at the fire in the distance.

"This guy's hair and clothes were basically burned. It's a pity. The golden hair is quite beautiful. Most of the Lunaria I've seen have white hair."

"Wait and ask Uncle Haneva if he has cut off some of his hair and kept it."

He muttered, and then he remembered the business of bringing Im here.

"By the way, Mr. Victoria, the fire festival is almost over. I will help you find the chief later."

Im didn't reply. Guy raised his eyebrows when he saw this, put his hands on his hips and smiled proudly:

"How about it? The burning at the stake looks spectacular, right? How does it feel?"

"..."

"Hehe, hehe..."

Im suddenly laughed softly.

Guy suddenly felt creepy and was keenly aware of a sense of fear coming from the man in front of him.

"Mr. Victoria?"

Im slowly turned around.

In his eyes, the world turned into black and white. Everything was slowly fading away.

A smile appeared on his face, his eyebrows stretched, and he looked at Guy.

There was a strange aura in his eyes, and a certain gloomy color filled his originally empty eyes.

The deep black in the center of the pupils disappeared infinitely, and a sense of desolation called nothingness emerged from it.

The thin lips opened slightly in the corners of the mouth that were raised like a crescent moon.

"Why don't you die?"