Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Leonard, as the Blessed One of the Night, is naturally protected by the hidden power.

The goddess of the night is very efficient.

Or rather, too efficient.

Grandpa Pales didn't even have time to ask, he was wiped out by divine power in a daze, and came to a strange place.

Scanning the unfamiliar scenes around him, Leonard took a deep breath, with a determined look in his eyes.

Grandpa Pales: ...

After a long time, he said helplessly and powerlessly: "Don't you want to explain, boy."

Leonard freely wiped the broken hair on his forehead, and wrote lightly: "My friend Klein Moretti is in trouble."

Grandpa Pales: "So?"

"That's why I'm here." Leonard straightened his suit vest and red gloves, "It's that simple."

Hearing this, Grandpa Pallez was dumbfounded.

What the hell reason!

Feeling the thick and mysterious atmosphere around him, he felt a groan in his heart, and tremblingly said: "The boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth! Here... This is the Hornacis Mountain Range!"

"That's right." Leonard said matter-of-factly: "Klein accepted the trial from Mr. Fool, and this is the place for the trial."

"Damn it, do you know what the Hornages Mountains represent? You're going to die, and so will I!" Grandpa Pallez exclaimed.

In fact, he was rarely so excited.

If Leonard remembers correctly, the last time he had this reaction was when he encountered Amon in Backlund...

"Okay, okay, why have you become so timid? This is what the goddess and Mr. Fool mean. If you don't want to, just come out of my body." Leonard looked indifferent.

Hearing the names of 'Goddess of the Night' and 'The Fool', Grandpa Pales was taken aback for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

The voice in his head finally calmed down, and Leonard heaved a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes gently.

After a while, choose a direction.

"This way!"

The Hornatches Mountains are, after all, the domain of the Evernight Goddess.

Even the "half fool" Antigonus is just a pawn in the hands of the goddess.

With God in his body, Leonard's senses and spirituality are extraordinarily sharp.

It is not difficult to find out if you expand the perspective of God.

The path he took was almost exactly the same as that of Klein and others.

Wearing stars and moon, regardless of day or night.

The night is Leonard's home court.

The Honakis Mountains are not only filled with mysterious powers, but there are also hidden powers.

Along the way.

Leonard felt like the magic potion in his body had been digested a lot.

Seeing that he was about to enter the 'Kingdom of the Dead' at the top of the peak, Leonard paused, and said cautiously in his heart: "Old man, tell me the story of Antigonus again."

"Also? I told you what I know three days ago."

Grandpa Pallez said in a strange manner: "Since you have the courage to go deep into such a dangerous place, you must be fully prepared—"

He deliberately draws a long tone.

It caused Leonard to roll his eyes repeatedly.

Forget it.

If you don't say it, don't say it.

It won't be too late to find out the details after finding Klein.

Thinking of this, Leonard walked into the 'Kingdom of the Dead'.

He was not attracted by the murals on the wall, but carefully searched for the clues left by Klein.

During this period, Leonard saw many black crows squatting on the eaves of the house with dull eyes.

Grandpa Pales snorted, but didn't say much.

Of course Leonard would not ignore this reaction.

After pondering for a moment, he tapped his teeth and released a few 'spirits' for driving.

The Sequence 5 of the dark pathway is called 'Spirit Witch', which has greatly improved the control of 'spirit', and its strength often depends on which dead and natural spirits they can find and drive.

The 'spirits' driven by Leonard are all natural spirits he found during the execution of his mission. They have simple minds and are simple and easy to control.

Several translucent nature spirits circled around, and found that there seemed to be some abnormalities in a building not far away.

Leonard put away the Nature Spirit, first applied a simple layer of hidden buffs to himself, and then tiptoed over.

open the door.

He flashes into the house.

The skin felt like it had been stabbed out of thin air.

Leonard raised his head stiffly and happened to look at the many 'wind chimes' hanging from the beams.

One of them looked very familiar to him.

"Klein!?"

back in time-

three days ago.

Return to the main peak of Hornages from Origin Castle.

Klein moved his neck slightly.

"'Ancient Scholar' can't escape the gravitational force of the spiritual thread, it can only reduce it... I don't know the poet classmate..."

He stroked his smooth chin and muttered to himself: "That kid Leonard has the power of a goddess, maybe he won't be affected at all, and Grandpa Pallez has an angel personality, which is better than the Amon projection use……"

With his thoughts clear, Klein no longer worried about Leonard.

No matter how hateful that guy Jon is, he won't let people come over to die casually.

in contrast.

There must be something in Leonard that can help him.

Either Grandpa Pallez.

Either it was something he didn't know, such as the special power that the goddess bestowed on Leonard.

"Hold on."

Klein was sure.

Anyway, after so many days, it’s not more than a day or two.

If it really doesn't work, I will hide in the gap of history when the red moon shines on the country of the dead, and then come out after pawing the dog all night.

The plan is full.

Reality is fuller.

Plump like a [-]-jin heavy tank!
Klein is still thinking about it.

Suddenly, the thread of his spiritual body floated upwards.

"Oops."

Klein was startled, and before he had time to think about anything else, he quickly fished out Amon's projection.

Amon appeared holding his monocle with a playful smile on his face.

The expression on Klein's face suddenly froze.
——The spellcasting failed just now, this is not the Amon projection he fished out!

"I caught the chance, Bertrand."

Accompanied by the crow's neighing, little Zaratul appeared from the darkness like the villain in the story.

He stared at Klein fieryly, as if staring at a supreme treasure.

"Zaratul..." Klein narrowed his eyes.

He thought that little Zaratul would definitely not leave willingly, but he didn't expect the speed of the opponent's attack to be so fast.

Careless, no flash.

But it doesn't matter.

He had already guarded against this move.

Flip the palm.

A dusty cross gave off sinister, twisted waves.

Little Zaratul snorted coldly: "The True Creator? Hmph, His power doesn't work here!"

Klein didn't speak.

In the blink of an eye, a crazy handsome man appeared in front of him.

Klein: Help me, Mr. Sherlock! (crying)
Sherlock Moriarty: Get off Meow! (cold and fierce)

Little Zaratul had already seen the appearance of the newborn dark angel showing his might in the misty town before, how could he be unprepared.

With a flash of light in his eyes, he took out a rusty cross from nowhere.

Amon pinched his monocle, smiled strangely at Klein, and then his whole body turned into a ball of blue smoke and merged with the rusty cross.

Before Sherlock Moriarty could take action, he was sealed into the cross in the hands of little Zaratul.

Klein was dumbfounded.

Inexplicably, he felt something fell on his face...

"Bertrand, don't underestimate the power of "miracles". "

The unaware little Zaratul sneered.

You can only satisfy your own desires by first satisfying the desires of others.

He fulfilled Klein's wish to reach the summit of Hornaches.

So--

His own wishes should also be fulfilled.

"The biggest reliance has been abolished, let me see what other tricks you can use."

Little Zaratul approached Klein step by step.

After so many days of patience, I finally reaped the best results.

Origin Castle is his!

Waiting to use the power of Origin Castle to return to the real world and merge with the ontology.

He can truly become the 'Servant of Mysteries'.

and many more.

If the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness of that demonic wolf are also taken over.

Who else could this throne of "The Fool" be?

Klein frowned, but he was not panicked because Sherlock Moriarty was sealed.

In fact, he can temporarily use the power of Origin Castle to get rid of the control of little Zaratul.

but……

Resisting the urge to pinch his eye sockets, Klein said in a deep voice, "Since you took the initiative to deliver it to your door, then don't blame me for disrespecting the elderly."

He raised the corner of his mouth and shouted with all his strength, "Ann! Mention! Brother! Nu! Si!"

"Antigonus!"

"Antigonus!"

"Antignus!

Except for the first sound, the rest were hysterical responses from the 'Wind Chimes'.

Little Zaratul suddenly panicked: "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Open your mouth." Klein smiled brightly.

After speaking, he directly let go of the control on the thread of the spirit body, allowing the thread to float towards the dark void.

Little Zaratul didn't know what Klein was going to do.

But he knew that he must not let the other party succeed!
I can't care about anything else.

The old guy quickly used his secret technique to compete with the "source" of the Honakis Mountains for the 'ownership' of Klein's spiritual body line.

Klein was happy to eat melons.

Watching little Zaratul and the crazy Antigonus fighting like a passerby.

pity.

After all, little Zaratul is not in a complete state.

Even if there is an angel in his body, he is no match for that demonic wolf.

Klein smiled, and waved to little Zaratul: "I'll see you on the beam later."

Little Zarath:! ! !
madman.

Would you rather give Origin Castle to Antigonus who is out of control than give him Zaratul?

Little Zaratul felt aggrieved, as if he had finally received his first month's salary but had to give the company three thousand as a social animal.

But in the next second, he realized something was wrong.

The suspended Bertrand was clearly an empty shell!

What about the spirit?

What about Origin Castle!
"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

In an instant, the entire kingdom of the dead echoed strange ravings.

Little Zaratul was upset.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, he held the rusty cross and walked outside the house.

At this moment, an illusory tentacle protruded from the void, knocking little Zaratul to the ground.

"Antigonus!" Little Zarath was terrified.

Playing dead in the steeple church for so many years, isn't it just to avoid the hunting of Antigonus.

It's better now, it's the muzzle of the gun.

Repeated tricks.

Little Zaratul connects the starting point and the ending point of the line of his own spiritual body, forming a complete cycle.

But even so, he still did not escape the fate of being hunted.

As soon as the illusory tentacles rolled, little Zaratul disappeared immediately.

Only Klein's empty shell was left hanging on the beam, mechanically shouting 'Honakis...Freguera...'

Time goes back to the present-

"Klein?"

"Klein, speak up!"

"Hey, it's me, Leonard, I'm here to save you."

Leonard was startled, trying to wake up Klein's consciousness with his voice.

But Grandpa Pales advised him not to waste his efforts.

After looking at it for a long time, the old man said very seriously: "Okay, look at your worthless appearance... Your friend is not dead, what is left here is just a body."

Body?

Leonard seemed to understand.

Grandpa Pallez chuckled: "Cicada, do you understand? It is only the cicada slough that is hung up."

"In other words, Klein is okay?" Leonard asked eagerly.

Grandpa Pallez didn't dare to speak too harshly, "I'm not sure yet, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Paris didn't speak again.

In fact, he wanted to say that this escape technique was very similar to the flesh and blood magic of the Hanged Man, and also had some shadows of the wrong way to steal one's life.

Gee.

I can't see through it.

Leonard's mood stabilized a little.

After a pause, he asked again: "Since what's here is just an empty shell, can you let him go?"

"No!" Grandpa Pales refused decisively.

"You are protected by hidden power, so you can't be harmed by Antigonus. Once you touch that guy's secret puppet, our existence will be exposed."

Hearing this, Leonard didn't insist anymore.

After working in the Red Gloves team for so many years, he can still distinguish the priorities.

The top priority is to quickly find Klein's body, and then make another plan.

Thinking of this, Leonard said to Grandpa Pallez: "Didn't we see a lot of crows outside just now, your reaction was a bit strange... But I didn't have time to ask you at that time, now tell me about those crows What exactly is it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, those crows should be little Zaratul's secret puppet. Little Zaratul is very insidious and cunning. I suspect that your friend's need to get out of his shell is also related to that family."

Leonard's heart trembled.

He is not a novice in mysticism, so he has naturally seen the name of little Zaratul in church classics and hidden documents.

It's just, didn't little Zaratul have fallen into madness and disappeared for many years, why did he suddenly appear here?

"I know the doubts in your heart, but only the person concerned can tell you these questions." Grandpa Pallez felt that he was caught in a vortex of some kind of conspiracy.

But thinking that there was the will of the Goddess of the Night behind this matter, he had to wait and see the development of the situation patiently.

After all, after Amon's incident, he, a lonely ghost, had become a member of the Church of the Night, and he did not dare to disobey the orders of the Night Goddess.

Antigonus, little Zaratul, and a mysterious person who is suspected of using flesh magic and wrong path abilities...

Grandpa Pales sighed in his heart: "You have obviously withdrawn voluntarily, why are you still refusing to let me go?" (End of Chapter)