My Heroic Life

"Not a zombie banshee, a living person!"

"Ah? Who is this?"

"Where did you come in?"

"What to do, big sister."

Many sailors, or pirates shouted, they lowered their weapons and looked behind them together.

Roland's gaze moved forward with the crowd, and then in front of the captain's room, at the end of the many pirate figures, he saw the pink-haired figure wearing a black cloak and a pirate cocked hat.

It was a woman wearing a red coat and long boots. Her long pink hair was scattered behind her back. There was a scar on her beautiful face from top left to bottom right, which made her more beautiful than she was. Wild, the woman held the wine bottle in one hand and the golden rudder in the other. She turned her head, her pale blue eyes looked at the young man who shouldn't have appeared in the captain's room.

"Oh? There are unexpected passengers at this time? The popularity of the Golden Deer is really high today."

Raising her head and pouring in a sip of rum, a heroic smile appeared on the face of the woman known as the sea devil.

"So, is this little brother who suddenly appeared an enemy or a friend?"

She put the rum on the lid and threw it out. The bottle flipped through the air and was grabbed by the youth in front of the captain's room.

Roland looked at the woman who was surrounded by the people in front of him and slowly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing an equally heroic smile, then opened the bottle cap and took a sharp sip.

"Ha, the wine is a bit strong, but just right."

Chapter 37—The Spaniard's Way of Killing Monsters

"Oh? It looks like a guy who gets along well."

Drake laughed, and the expressions of the pirates holding the weapons softened slightly.

"Tell me about who you are and how you got on this boat. I don't want to leave a loophole."

"I am the girl in the captain's room, the guardian spirit of Joan of Arc. You can call me, Lan."

Roland's words caused a commotion, and the pirates quarreled with each other.

"Let me just say it, it's really that saint."

"No wonder it's so strong."

"It feels better than on TV."

The crew was noisy and excited to see the saint, but Drake paid attention to another aspect.

"Guardian spirit? Although I heard that Saint Marda has a dragon as the guardian spirit, I didn't expect that Joan of Arc also has it. Hey, I am a little envious. If I have a lot of money, can I come to me?"

"Sorry, I don't have any thoughts of substitution yet."

"That's a shame."

The pink-haired sea demon looked at Roland appreciatively, and then said: "Then your guardian spirit, we have something to do a little bit, so let's talk about it afterwards."

She released the hand holding the rudder, and the direction of the ship changed sharply as the steering wheel rotated, and the hull also tilted. After a while, she put her hand down suddenly, the rudder stopped, and a high wave had already hit the original position.

The waves hit the hull of the ship, and the waves shattered into water drops like rain. Drake and the sailors didn’t care about the wet water. She turned her head and looked forward. On the dim sea, one of them lit The sparsely lit, broken sailing ship is drifting here.

"Little ones! Work! The time has come to make a fortune!"

"Oh----!"

The pirates raised their weapons in response to Drake's shout. The pink-haired woman turned her head and glanced at Roland, who was not moving, and asked, "Then, the guardian spirit will protect the master or..."

Drake drew a long sword from his waist and pointed the hilt at Roland.

"A vote with us vulgar pirates?"

"I have a guilty conscience if I didn't pay the ticket." Roland stepped forward to take the long sword in Drake's hand, and he stroked the sword body and said: "Then let me pay for it by force."

"Haha! Don't you understand it well!"

Drake smiled boldly: "So little ones, prepare for shelling!"

"Oh----!"

Under the captain's order, the heavily armed crew began to run on the deck, and the four cannons from the bow of the Golden Deer were pushed out and aimed at the tattered ghost ship.

This is a ghost that has been wandering in this sea of ​​magic for a long time. With this broken ancient sailing ship as a gathering place, monsters such as skeletons, zombies, and ghosts are entrenched in it, and almost all of their ships, who were greedy for money before death, have been magical. The infested precious metal is simply a treasure house of movement.

Hunting and plundering such ghosts is the most prosperous pirate business in this sea area, but the opposite requires strong strength.

Roland looked around, except for Drake, who was a hero, all the crew of the ship were apostles, and the three-pole Galen ship at his feet, the Golden Deer, was the treasure of Captain Drake.

"Aim! Fire!"

The shouts of the crew came, followed by the powerful recoil that shook the hull of the ship, and the four cannons on the bow of the Golden Deer spewed golden magic rushing across the dark sea and hit the ghost ship in the distance.

One shot hit, the crew cheered excitedly, and a raging flame ignited on the deck of the ghost ship in the distance. The next moment, a swarm of white ghosts swarmed out like bees leaving the nest.

"It's the ghost group!"

"Archer! Magician!"

The scared-faced man in the turban yelled. In the shout, a row of magicians with gleaming magic bullets raised their hands and bombarded, and the archers above Gaofan also began to release arrows.

During this blow, the ghosts wailed and were dissipated and disappeared, but their counterattack was blocked by the ship’s shield hand. They had no choice but to give up long-range attacks and enter the ship to fight with the crew, but as soon as they descended, they were swarmed up. Of pirates chopped into pieces.

The long-range mutual harassment of the Golden Deer is dominant, and the artillery fire that illuminates the sea continues. The ghost ship also launched a counterattack amidst the roar. Intermittent shelling came. The ghost ship, as part of the ghost, played out a muddy magic group, but This messy attack deviated one after another under Drake's delicate helm.

In this magical artillery battle, the distance between the two sides gradually approached, and the atmosphere of the pirates in the magical realm in the golden deer gradually became more sinister. The magicians called for light spirits to illuminate the nearby sea, and they were waiting for the moment of victory. .

Join the battle!

Roland drew his sword and walked to the side of the ship. In front of him, the ghost ship full of skeletons and zombies was slowing down. These bone racks without panties were carrying rusty knives and guns, waiting for the two sides to approach each other. In the back, there are zombies whose necks are more crooked than Parkinson's patients, and their bodies are rotten but infinitely powerful.

Roland thought this was the moment when the two sides competed for killing intent before the war, but the next scene opened his eyes.

The two ships were not even close, but some of the skeleton soldiers suddenly dragged their bones to the front of the zombies. The flesh and blood were relatively affectionate. The skeletons hugged on the ground. Only the bodies of the bones were folded together, and then they were folded together in front of them. The zombie grasped it.

The Popeyes on the ghost ship raised their arms and swung their arms forward while their mouths slanted and slanted. One by one, withered bone volleyballs flew into the sky and fell directly onto the deck of the Golden Deer. Roland heard from his ears for a moment. call out:

"coming!"

"Old rules!"

"okay!"

The enemy came, but the crew not only didn't feel nervous, but seemed extremely excited. Roland was surprised, and then he opened his eyes the next moment.