Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Reluctant to reluctance.

Things still have to be done.

No matter what angle it is from, Amon can't just watch Klein fold here.

"It feels like it's been a long time." Squeezing the monocle, Amon's mouth curled into a nostalgic smile.

As soon as he raised his hand, he stole dozens of little Zaratul's crow puppets.

Shared vision.

Amon found that the residents of the entire town were moving towards this side step by step.

"Oh, it's so good, what kind of meat do you want to roast?"

Amon felt a little helpless, "That fellow Zaratul clearly wants to use this method to force you to make a choice."

Klein actually thought of this too.

It's just that he didn't expect little Zaratul to be so terrific.

How many years have I been trapped here, finally waiting for rescue, are you really not afraid of accidentally playing to death?
But until now, Klein still had nothing to say. He cursed secretly as a 'lunatic', took off the black iron cross he was wearing, took a deep breath, and let out a low and terrifying raving.

Seeing this, Amon couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that this gift from Adam is really the right one."

Forget about Fortress.

Among all Klein's bodies, only 'Chick's Ring' and 'Black Iron Cross' were the highest.

Not long ago, he had traded 'Chick's Ring' to Amon. In such an emergency, he could only rely on the 'Black Iron Cross'.

Although the 'black iron cross' is often ridiculed as a spiritual external reserve.

But Klein knew very well that the 'Black Iron Cross' could do more than just serve as a storage battery.

But he saw that many of the seeds that Klein had used as emergency food mutated instantly, and the budding flesh flowers actually sprouted tentacles, looking extremely evil!

Amon caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and felt a chill in his heart.

After thinking about it, a strange expectation arose in my heart.

"If this thing is used well, it will be a real weapon of war..."

While muttering to himself, the plant monster spawned by Klein launched an indiscriminate attack on the secret puppet outside the house.

There are many extraordinary people among those secret puppets, but unfortunately the way of manipulation is too primitive, at least in Klein's eyes, the magic wolf Antigonus is definitely not a qualified 'Secret Puppet Master'.

"In other words, Antigonus' current condition is actually very bad?" With a hint of realization in his heart, Klein put the 'Black Iron Cross' on his forehead.

goo goo goo...

The black mucus condensed and instantly transformed into a complete human form.

Elegant and cold-blooded, quiet and crazy.

As soon as the newborn dark angel Sherlock Moriarty appeared, it caused a change in the surrounding environment.

Amon had come into contact with the black iron cross before, but this was the first time he met Saslier's reincarnation.He looked at the other party up and down, and there was a rare look of nostalgia in the depths of his eyes.

"It's... long time no see."

Sherlock Moriarty ignored Amon and respectfully took the ebony cross from Klein.

The next second, a shadowed head grew on both sides of his shoulders, one young and one old.

Both heads twisted and wriggled outward, each taking 1/3 of Sherlock Moriarty's body.

However, Extraordinary people of the 'Hanged Man' path are proficient in flesh and blood magic, and within a few breaths, they become whole again.

"Judgment!"

"Light!"

"storm!"

First create a combat environment that is favorable to you, and then use sunshine and thunder to bombard you in turn.

Perhaps Adam has regained the authority of the sun, and Sherlock Moriarty didn't feel any discomfort when using the 'shepherd' ability to drive souls to herd the souls of extraordinary people on the sun path.

Amon was amazed, and returned to the house, "Amazing, is this where your confidence lies?"

Klein didn't speak.

Amon didn't mind either, but suddenly found himself fading a little bit.

He was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Yes.

The spirituality that maintains this historical projection is mostly supplied by the 'Black Iron Cross'.

Now the Black Iron Cross (Sherlock Moriarty) is fighting those marionettes, so naturally he has no time to worry about this.

Amon twitched his lips, and handed the little Zaratul's crow puppets to Klein before they dissipated, and said sincerely, "Don't die."

"No." Klein was not polite, and accepted the crow puppets.

After the words fell, Amon dissipated.

Klein pondered for a moment, and decided to take the obsidian that little Zaratul said first.

Only in this way can he have the conditions for negotiating qualifications.

"Goddess, please bless me to succeed in divination." Muttering to himself, Klein hung down the citrine on his wrist, and asked his own question with ease.

After a while, the citrine began to swing in an orderly manner.

His spiritual intuition led him in a certain direction, and Klein was overjoyed.

thanks Mom!

Mom is so nice!

On the other side, the little Zaratul in the steeple church saw Klein's every move through the crow puppet, and a sly smile appeared on his old face.

With his vision, how could he fail to see that Klein is not as simple as he appears on the outside.

Not to mention anything else, just because the other party can summon Amon's historical projection cannot be regarded with common sense.

What's more, as the owner of the previous generation's 'Notes of Antigonus', he was very aware of the mysterious aura remaining in that notebook.

And for some reason, he still felt a bit of the power of the night in Klein.

Amon and the goddess of the night, it is hard to imagine that these two unrelated beings would bet on the same person.

Little Zaratul was able to become a 'Master of Miracles', not by luck.

As all literature records, he was an intelligent and cunning man.

He had a faint feeling that sooner or later he would have a battle with that young 'seer' named Bertrand.

But now...

He needs to rely on the strength of the opponent to get out of trouble.

"Let me see how far you can do it." Little Zaratul's eyes were filled with anticipation.

As for Klein, it was miserable.

Even though Sherlock Moriarty broke up the family for him, there were simply too many residents in the misty town that couldn't bear it, and there were many extraordinary people who entered the place from the outside world and were turned into wind chimes.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Even if Sherlock Moriarty splits into two clones, it is still not enough to see under the pursuit of a large number of secret puppets.

Klein retreated while fighting.

Although the foggy town is weird, its area is not too big.

Soon, he found the same style of 'Mother of Heaven' statue in a steeple church in a hidden corner.

Before he had time to study it carefully, Klein almost roughly removed the obsidian inlaid on the forehead of the statue.

As soon as he took the thing into his hands, he felt a bone-chilling coldness, and his whole body had a tendency to gradually become lighter.

"Don't!" Klein's heart trembled.

Fortunately, he had the blessing of the Evernight Goddess on his body, which prevented him from being 'erased'.

"Very good, the things are already in hand." Klein turned his head to look at the marionettes who were approaching, "It's time to go to Zaratul to negotiate terms."

At this time, the three Sherlocks, young, middle and old, spoke at the same time: "Mr. Klein, I have a way to temporarily cut off the control of the "source" of the steeple church over the secret puppet outside the door, and then I will fall into a deep sleep for a period of time. During this period, you will have to take care of everything yourself. "

Hearing this, Klein was taken aback for a moment, then nodded lightly, "Please, Sherlock."

There were faint smiles on the faces of the three Sherlock Moriartys.

Immediately afterwards, a lot of black mucus oozed from their bodies, gathering into a sea of ​​shadows as if they had life, sweeping in all directions.

The secret puppets who were chasing couldn't dodge in time, and they were all swallowed by the black ocean.

This is just the beginning.

The plant monsters that were spawned by Klein just now echoed the black ocean, and they mutated a second time after growing up. The black blood vessel balls fused together to form a monster with an unknown number of arms and eyes. Scary monster!

When Klein thought about how vigorously he ate just now, his stomach couldn't help churning.

No, no!
Now is not the time to think about these things. Sherlock Moriarty managed to create an opportunity for him. If he can't grasp it, wouldn't he be like a Muggle?
Rolling and climbing, Klein used displacement skills one after another.

On the way, he encountered a few stragglers, which caused him a lot of trouble. Fortunately, he also had the crow secret puppet that Amon gave him.

Don't say it yet.

These crows look ordinary, but in fact each one has amazing fighting power, no less than ordinary beasts.

After trying his best, Klein finally returned to the steeple church.

Except for little Zaratul, the other secret puppets in the church were held back by Sherlock Moriarty.

Klein angrily came to the hooded old man and stared at him condescendingly, "Are you satisfied now?"

"I... I can't help it... I'm sorry... I want to go out so much..." Little Zaratul raised his head with difficulty, with a bitter expression on his face: "I have long since died, and I just want to return to the embrace of heaven and earth..."

died?

A trace of suspicion flashed in Klein's heart.

Little Zaratul thought to himself: "The separation of historical projection and ontology is like being wiped out of traces of existence. In other words, I am a person who does not exist in history, so I am dead."

Klein didn't speak.

After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Symbol."

Little Zaratul was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, the symbol is here."

After the words fell, he raised his hand to outline a pupilless eye formed by twisted lines.

"Just put the obsidian in the groove, and then use this special symbol to activate the ban, and we can return to the real world."

The old man looked anxious.

However, Klein smiled contemptuously after seeing the symbol given by little Zaratul, "I said Mr. Zaratul, do you think I'm an idiot who doesn't understand anything?"

Little Zaratul pretended to be puzzled, "What?"

Klein said indifferently: "If I do what you say, I will be locked up here. You will return to the real world with my name, my identity, and everything about me, right? "

Don't think that we are only demigods.

The knowledge of occultism has also been supplemented by bad luck.

It can be said that the study in Tingen City has laid a good foundation for Klein, and ordinary traps will definitely not fool him.

more importantly……

Origin Castle issued an early warning just now.

Little Zaratul still wanted to pretend to be garlic.

Klein, however, was too lazy to argue with this guy, and crushed the obsidian in front of little Zaratul.

Snapped!
that moment.

Little Zaratul's heart was also broken.

"You!" He stood up suddenly and stared at Klein.

Klein took four or five steps back, retreated to a relatively safe position, and said with a smile, "Master of Miracles, the person who creates miracles...Look, the old man who has been paralyzed for many years stands up again. Who can say it's not a miracle?"

Little Zaratul was not in the mood to play word games with Klein. He snorted coldly, and the thread of the self-circulating spiritual body suddenly tore apart, stabbing at Klein like a poisonous snake.

Klein's eyes were quick, and he reached out to grab it.

speak up.

Summoning the historical projection in advance is an extra trick that Origin Castle gave him.

Coincidentally.

He just happened to know someone who was very compatible with the 'plug-in'.

"It's up to you, Jon Joestar!"

The long river of history is rushing forward.

Stir up a splash of water.

For a moment, little Zaratul seemed to see two people sitting opposite each other in the cafe.

One of them, a handsome young man with black hair and black pupils, spoke in an orderly manner:

"I'm Jon Joestar."

"I'm 25 years old this year."

"The current identity is a travel writer who has published several best-selling novels."

"As for the sequence... Hehe, the sequence of fate, sequence 6, priest of disaster."

hum-

Past history reappears.

'Jon Joestar' who had just arrived in Tingen City was fished out by Klein.

"Heh, there are some methods, but not many." Little Zaratul smiled.

A mere Sequence 6, something that can be destroyed easily, can also be counted as a hole card?
Klein was also laughing.

Because he saw little Zaratul's spiritual thread piercing into the body of 'Jon Joestar'.

"You are going to suffer old crime."

Little Zaratul:? ? ?
Mind a move.

Just wanted to seize the historical projection on the opposite side.

Little Zaratul found that his power was passing away bit by bit.

Is the passive of 'Priest of Disaster'?

No.

wrong!

It is impossible for a mere Sequence 6 to affect him.

Even if what exists here is just a historical projection!

The 'Jon' who was fished out was not as dull as other historical projections, he looked at the spiritual thread piercing his body, and then at Klein who was hiding far away, and raised three fingers, "Sequence 2, It is not too much to charge you 30 gold pounds."

"Not too much, not too much." Klein apologized, and agreed heartily.

A mere 30 million.

His arrears from Jon have long since become astronomical.

Isn't there such a word.

When you owe the bank [-] yuan, the bank is the uncle.

When you owe the bank three trillion yuan, you are the uncle!
In short, owe it first.

Little Zaratul became terrified, "You...you are not an ordinary Sequence 6...who are you?"

'Jon' didn't answer, but slowly wound the thread of the spirit body around himself bit by bit, "Come on, come on, don't be too polite, tell Jojo as much as you want."

I tell a ghost, go away, you plague god!
Little Zaratul wanted to withdraw the thread of the spirit body, but found that he could not take the initiative to interrupt the connection between the two parties.

He stared at Klein in horror, "Who the hell is he! Tell me!"

Klein spread his hands, "Jon Joestar, just a passing travel writer." (End of this chapter)