Pirate Kingship

Based on the rule of surprise: if there is a chance that things will go bad, no matter how small the possibility, it will happen.

When fighting these evil beings with special killing rules, a careless move could overturn the situation.

It is not necessarily related to whether a person is careful and does not make mistakes.

Previously, when [Shaman Mask] attacked the patrolman Jack, he didn't even have the reaction time to pull the trigger.

His face and life were taken away without any resistance.

At this time, facing the sudden attack of the cursed object based on the murder rules, [Hook] also had no chance to dodge.

"ah!"

As soon as the mask was attached to his face, countless sharp barbs sprouted from the inside, severely hooking his entire face.

Immediately, a viscous liquid like asphalt and resin poured out of the [Shaman Mask], turning into black feathers, crowns, and feather coats.

[Hook] The exposed skin also began to bleed, rot, and suppurate, transforming into a pile of rotten flesh.

It was obvious that he wanted to transform him into the appearance of the Azik shaman just now.

Obviously, its last victim may have also changed in this way, and the unified "shaman" is just the image of the mask owner.

And not only the terrifying appearance, but also the crazy will from countless dead people in the mask was constantly instilling into his brain.

To transform his soul into your own shape.

"No—! Damn it, you can't control me!"

Under the mask, a pair of eyes belonging to [Hook] lit up with a spiritual glow that burned like a flame.

His spiritual limit exploded, and he faintly expelled the viscous, foul-smelling black liquid from his body surface.

Then he grabbed the edge of the mask with one hand and one hook, and tore it hard.

Even after losing his right eye, left hand, and then his face, he still had to tear off this evil thing.

Byron, who was unable to stop him, was startled when he saw this:

"Huh? This seems to be... Will Test? Anchor Confrontation?"

Of course he knew that a firmly anchored transcendent would be much more resistant to these evil and weird things than a mortal would.

Especially when he borrowed a large sum of money from usury, this mystical causal connection was strengthened a lot.

If [Hook] cannot resist the erosion of the mask, it will naturally become the tool of this cursed object.

But if his life is hard enough and his will is strong enough, he might be able to subjugate this [cursed object] that has killed countless people and become its new owner!

"However, I don't think you seem to have a chance to turn defeat into victory, or even be able to persist for a long time."

Especially when Byron saw the Marines under [Hook] who were armed with large loans and were strong and well-equipped.

He couldn't help but wipe the drool left at the corner of his mouth, feeling that he couldn't hold on any longer.

“If it’s a person who thinks about the big picture here.

Even though he knew that this guy was very unfriendly to him, and even regarded him as a squandering of limited resources, he wanted to get rid of his fast competitor.

In order to ensure the conquest of the third city-state of Tlacopan and safeguard the overall interests of the kingdom, they may help him get out of trouble regardless of past grudges.

To say the least, at least he wouldn't add insult to injury and push him in the back.

But...do I seem like a person who has a big-picture view? "

Without even a moment of hesitation, Byron turned his head and waved at the patrols who were hesitant about whether to fight or retreat and shouted:

"Quick, brothers, fire!

Taking advantage of the opportunity that Mr. [Crooked Hook] has fought for for us, we should strike first and hit him on the head.

Otherwise, once this mask gets the body of a second-level transcendent, we will all be in big trouble.

You don’t want to live up to the sacrifice Captain Crooked Hook has made, right? "

At the same time, he said silently in his heart:

"Yes, of course I am!

However, my interests are the overall situation.

It was more important to weaken the House of York than to weaken Castile.

Since the rule of [Shaman Mask] is passed between the person who kills and the person who is killed.

I made a bold guess that if we kill the person before it completes the transfer, maybe this cycle can be terminated.

What if I guess wrong?

Hey, it's not my life anyway, give it a try, what does it matter if you give it a try? "

It should be said that [Hook]'s men were a little hesitant when they heard Byron's order.

The [Throat-Slitter] on the other side gave the same order almost at the same time.

"Fire and give Captain [Hook] relief."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Use the front-mounted smoothbore flintlock gun to accurately hit the head. Oh, it's a joke to hit the mask.

As soon as the fire was concentrated, [Hook] was beaten into a hornet's nest all over his body.

"Hoho, you, hello, okay."

Many of [Crooked Hook]'s subordinates have been with him for less than a month, and they have not developed any deep feelings.

I'm worried that I won't be able to kill that mask in one round.

Seeing someone taking the lead, a wave of fire followed without any psychological pressure.

Gudu Gudu

Before he could finish his last words, the spiritual glow in the pirate leader's eyes suddenly dissipated, and a massive amount of blood suddenly spurted out from countless holes.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At this point, no matter whether [Hook]'s will and anchoring can meet the conditions to conquer this cursed object.

There is no chance to verify it again.

Byron and the [Slitthroat] next to him exchanged a glance, and they unexpectedly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

After confirming their eyes, they knew that none of them were good people.

However, now was not the time for them to breathe a sigh of relief.

Byron's guess that as long as the possession was not completed, the cycle should be interrupted did not seem to be completely correct.

The blood in [Hook]'s body only splashed for a short while, and then gradually turned into a sticky black liquid with a strong stench.

When the body below the neck of the hook was completely melted, only the head with the mask was left.

The total amount of black liquid was far more than the blood of all ten people added together.

They flowed on the ground, gradually condensing into dark hands and feet.

The shaman mask that supported the middle and only successfully eroded half of the head of [Hook] stood up again, turning into a multi-legged corpse with a foul smell.

It seems that because [Death God] Apche has the power of death, he can also exert a certain strength with the help of a corpse.

Only in Byron's [Spiritual Vision], it looked hideous and terrifying on the surface, but the aura on its body was obviously fading rapidly.

"Just now [Hook] did not die in vain.

Killing his host in time is part of the success. When this corpse monster explodes, the mask will return to a dead object."

He immediately waved to the elite pirates and said:

"Fireguns and swords are no longer effective against this kind of monster. Don't gather together. Disperse quickly and retreat with me."

Byron could see it, and [Slitthroat] beside him could also see it.

However, it was not as easy as Byron who had no subordinates here at all.

[Slitthroat] didn't dare to let this guy really run away on the spot, otherwise the elite of his patrol team would suffer heavy casualties.

Even if the mask was replenished with an endless supply of corpses, it was unknown what it would swell into.

"Quick, you go first, and notify General Newman who is on duty tonight to come to support."

Then he pounced forward like a clever ape.

He stepped on the shadow cast by the monster under the torch.

The Shaman Mask, which was about to charge at the crowd, froze in place as if someone had stepped on the brakes.

On the other hand, under the assassin's hood of the [Slitthroat], veins on his neck bulged, as if he was wrestling with a wild bull with all his strength.

He was also shocked in his heart:

"The mask consumed the corpse of a second-level extraordinary person, and the final burst it launched was so strong!

My [Shadow Assault] could hardly control it."

At this time, the shadow under his feet also made the same action as him, and even twisted slightly because of the great strength used.

Gritting his teeth, the Slitthroat and the dagger on his shadow's waist were unsheathed at the same time.

He swung the sharp blade in the air, but the dagger in the shadow's hand suddenly slashed on a shadow of the monster.

Puff!

With a muffled sound, several black limbs on the Shaman Mask fell to the ground with their shadows.

It was the black magic mastered by this pirate general - [Shadow Assault]!

Using a taboo ritual, he cut off his own shadow and transformed it into a secret killer that could shuttle between two and three dimensions.

It has no direct physical killing power, but it can achieve all kinds of strange effects that are impossible to achieve in the material world by interfering with the target's shadow.

For example, now, as long as you step on the opponent's shadow, you can make the opponent unable to move, and cut off the opponent's shadow to hurt the body.

Side effect: The skin can no longer face the sun directly, otherwise the whole person will melt away in the light like a shadow.

Therefore, the [Slitthroat], who looks a little gloomy on the surface, always hides himself under the black hood.

Only at night does he dare to show a little skin.

But his black magic is obviously not yet practiced. The monster forcibly resists the drag of the shadow under his feet and walks towards him step by step.

Getting closer and closer.

The horrible stench filled the nasal cavity, and even tears were about to flow down.

At this time, the other pirates in the patrol team had not run far away.

"No, my spirit is almost exhausted. Even if the team suffers losses, it is better than sacrificing myself.

Shadow, collect!"

Just as [Slitthroat] released the black magic and turned to flee in the direction of the camp, preparing to use those slower ordinary pirates to save his own life first.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind suddenly blew past him.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, he actually took the initiative to launch a reverse charge against the monster with missing arms and legs.

He did not forget to shout:

"For General Newman, for His Majesty the King!"

But it was Byron who activated [Echoes of History] and saw through all this, and decisively took action when the corpse monster was at its weakest.

Byron drew his gun quickly, and stole peaches even faster!

At this time, he also wore an eagle beak amulet on his neck, as if he was a part-time [Eagle Spirit Warrior] among the natives.

In fact, it mainly uses the magic ability of [Eagle Warrior] to fly at high speed and summon strong winds, which is similar to the fighting style of [Storm Knight].

It is purely used as a disguise.

Although, as long as you are willing to bear the side effects, it is no problem to learn as much taboo knowledge as possible at the same time.

But the side effects of the Eagle Spirit Warrior are not small, but it will not improve his combat effectiveness much.

For example, Wyandotte, who had just taken office, suffered from farsightedness from then on, and could no longer see things within half a meter around him.

Under the effect of [Son of the Storm], Byron danced with the wind while waving his clumsy arms around.

He did not touch the smelly corpse fluid, but drew his gun like lightning with the posture of the first low-sequence gunman.

The lines of fire intertwined, and every shot hit the shaman mask's forehead.

It whimpered and retreated repeatedly, and also received the grateful eyes of many pirates.

At this time, he was like a hero!

"Mr. [Sea Hunter] is really as loyal as the legend says.

What a good man!"

And it was not easy to weaken the monster to the limit.

However, because he was at the end of his strength, the [Slitthroat] finally gave up:

"You ***, ***"

Before he could swear, he was completely drowned by the thunderous cheers:

"Sea Hunter! Sea Hunter!"

But Byron did not risk killing the other party.

Instead, he kept repelling and dodging like a mouse playing with an elephant, and finally held on until the corpse monster ran out of spiritual power and collapsed automatically.

After confirming that there was no problem, he picked up the skull mask from a pool of corpse fluid.

At this time, he finally realized where the familiar sense of déjà vu came from.