Pirate Kingship

The earth shook and the atmosphere roared.

Byron did not look back at the explosion, and did not even pause.

He remembered the changing ability of the clown's tricks and Koraskin's [Split into pieces] very clearly, and knew that physical attacks would not be fatal to such a monster.

It was better to take advantage of this opportunity.

He flew forward like a leaf riding the hot air behind him.

As expected, an angry roar soon resounded through the night sky behind him:

"Ah--!"

Violet's counterattack did not kill this evil monster that was immune to most physical attacks.

But the intensity of that attack, [Blood and Fire Song], which had long exceeded the upper limit of the middle sequence, did indeed cost him a painful price.

His huge body had no time to dodge, and he could only barely split all the clown heads on his body.

And the last bit of humanity and reason belonging to [Bone-eating Clown] Koraskin was completely wiped out in this explosion.

"Hehe."

When a strange laughter came from the thick night again.

There were only a few dozen clown-like balloons with human heads, and a skinny clown with an incomplete body was hung with colorful hair.

From a distance, it looked more like a pathetic little puppet.

At this time, Koraskin no longer had a complete human sentence, and only a strange laugh that made people cold to the bone came out of his mouth.

[Gross·Bone-eating Clown]:

"Degenerated from a third-order clown of the Hall Sequence, it has completely lost its humanity.

But under the control of a big joker card, it can instinctively use various clown tricks to create all kinds of terrifying killing effects.

According to Koraskin's behavior pattern before his death, he is used to transforming victims into parts of his body.

Any creature that can produce the emotion of fear is its target of attack.

The only meaning of its existence is to spread fear to the world.

Note: Due to the mystical connection between the clown profession, the big joker card and the [Life-Playing Clown], the bone-eating clown at this time can be regarded as a close relative of the Life-Playing Clown."

After all, Byron is only a second-order [Storm Knight].

The ability provided by the Son of Storm is zero gravity, not flying.

The so-called flying effect is just an illusion of using the flow of mind to integrate multiple abilities of oneself and relying on a gust of wind to blow oneself up.

No matter how fast it is, it cannot exceed the wind speed around it.

Even a force 6 gale at sea has a speed of only 10.8-13.8 m/s.

Unless you can break through the third level [Storm Admiral] and truly gain the ability to control the strong wind and even the storm, running is faster than flying.

Whoosh!

Byron hugged Violet tightly and ran all the way, with a group of human balloons chasing them closely behind.

[Blood and Fire Song] couldn't solve the clown once, and after the opponent was broken into pieces, it was even more impossible to do it a second time.

Violet held the [Black and White Key] in her hand, and whenever the opponent was about to catch up, she shot and forced him back.

But Byron's physical strength and spiritual aura were limited, and it was not a solution to keep running like this, and he would be caught up by the opponent sooner or later.

"Got it!"

While running away, Byron kept an eye on the strategic map. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he immediately turned around and rushed deeper into the Golden Apple Garden.

Soon a camp that seemed to belong to a pirate group in Black Sail Port appeared in front of them.

The bonfire was burning, and a large group of ferocious pirates were busy collecting nearby golden apples overnight.

This group of people was obviously much more disciplined than the Black Tongue Brotherhood, and they did not fall into internal strife like the latter.

At the same time, the pirate captain was a [pirate] who had reached the peak of the second level like Byron and was ready to start the "Pirate Treasure Chest" ceremony to advance to the third level.

No matter how good the gold and silver on the road were, what he wanted most was only the treasure cave of the great pirate and the treasure that best represented the glory of the great pirate's life.

Of course, he was unwilling to stop there.

Or it could be said that it was just the strengthening of "possessiveness" on the first night on Treasure Island, which could not break their moral bottom line.

It also proved the correctness of the sociological theorem: "the more you lack something, the more you emphasize it."

The more you lack civilization, the more you emphasize the lighthouse of civilization, and the more you lack culture, the more you like cultural plagiarism.

The Black Tongue Brotherhood, which deliberately emphasizes "confidentiality and brotherhood", lacks these two things, which is why it broke out on the spot.

However, we are not afraid of no good things, but we are afraid of no good people.

Although this pirate team did not fall into internal strife, the unexpected disaster came so unexpectedly.

"Hehe."

The moment before, they all looked up at the sky because of the huge explosion and the flames rising to the sky nearby. The next moment, scattered human head balloons came whistling.

"Balloons? What are these weird things?"

"Shoot them down!"

Before this group of pirates lined up to fight back.

The human head balloons had already rushed in front of them, and a long colorful rope was dragged under each balloon.

It was like a living thing, easily catching the necks of those pirates.

They pulled them up to the sky in an instant, and then suddenly tightened.

The pirates just struggled twice, and the ropes sucked the essence of their bodies and flesh and blood. When there was a strong wind in the sky, only a handful of ashes fell down.

After receiving blood and flesh, the original body of the [Bone-eating Clown], which was suspended by the balloon, began to recover gradually.

The two guys with bad intentions could not help but frown.

The obstruction effect of these weak scapegoats was better than nothing, but like a blood bottle, the aura of this grotesque became stronger and stronger.

After that, all the treasure hunting teams encountered along the way were killed and absorbed by the clown without any surprise.

Even sent out human head balloons to actively search and hunt other treasure hunters.

The original body kept biting the two people behind, unwilling to let go.

The last obsession and hatred of Koraskin before his death were obviously not so easy to be replaced by other insignificant passers-by.

Byron felt a little toothache:

"The Bone-Eating Clown is much more difficult to deal with than Edward Redbeard, who was put into the Iron Maiden of the Spell-Breaking Stone and sunk into the deep sea of ​​[Hall of Valor·Valhalla].

Although the clown's immortality is far less than that of Redbeard's [Soul-Hidden Life Box], he can be resurrected even if he is burned to ashes.

But this endless ability that can never be completely killed is really disgusting."

Violet, curled up in Byron's arms, fired another shot into the sky, agreeing with his statement:

"Yes, and [Soul-Hidden Life Box] has a major flaw that it requires human sacrifice every year.

Maybe by now Redbeard has missed the blood sacrifice for a year and has been backfired by witchcraft, and he can't die any more.

If you want to suppress this kind of unkillable weird thing, in addition to class crushing, I'm afraid only the Spell-Breaking Stone can do it."

The girl's words reminded Byron.

In the treasure troves built by various forces, the forbidden magic area based on the Spell-Breaking Stone or other magic-averse substances is almost standard.

As long as all kinds of extraordinary abilities are excluded, the security level and construction cost of the treasure house can be greatly reduced.

No one will refuse something that is beneficial without spending any money.

Perhaps this is their only chance to achieve a counterattack!

Byron immediately drove the [North Star God] to communicate with the earth spirit of Treasure Island and search for similar areas nearby.

When he saw the feedback from the strategic map, he was overjoyed when he saw a blank space that existed alone in a clear map.

Difficult to detect means that the place is extremely repulsive to spirits, and there is a high probability that it is the place they are looking for.

Anyway, there is no other way now, so he immediately turned around and rushed there.

While Byron used all his strength to speed up, he did not forget to call Violet:

"Put away the strange item [Black and White Key], and change a few "Deck Cleaners" that are not affected by the magic ban effect, grenades, and Molotov cocktails."

After running for more than ten minutes, the bone-eating clown following behind ate several teams and had basically recovered its complete body.

Finally, a forest hut appeared in front of them.

There were dozens of houses, big and small, all made of various foods, such as honey cookies, chocolate, and cream cakes.

Although the ground was not edible, it was white enough to not affect appetite, and it also had a slightly dull metallic color.

"That's white lead!"

Violet recognized at a glance that the ground was covered with a common byproduct of the smelting reaction of extraordinary substances.

It was a magic-repelling substance, white lead, that had the same effect as the spell-breaking stone, but was much more expensive.

"This is probably a byproduct of the gold-transforming technique of Treasure Island, and some of it was used here."

Byron accelerated forward without hesitation, actively dispelling the [Son of the Storm] on his body, and crashed into this area fiercely.

On the surface, it looked like the spirituality was exhausted and had to stop.

The extraordinary abilities of the two were instantly sealed, and all the strange guns were ineffective, and even the storage strange objects and [Overseas Development Order] could no longer be opened.

But fortunately, the pursuers behind him were the same!

At this time, the bone-eating clown had not yet realized that danger had come, and was about to pounce on them from the air with a weird laugh.

The buoyancy of the balloons with human heads above his head suddenly disappeared.

Then he himself fell down like a stone, and hit the ground with a "slap".

"Kill!"

The two musketeers did not even delay for a breath, and turned around to counterattack at the first moment.

Each holding a large-caliber deck cleaner, the two swords combined and pulled the trigger again at this grotesque.

Bang! Bang!

Blood splattered three feet!