Pirates: The Black Earl

The sword energy is cleared, the ground is split and the sea is divided, and the horror of the world's top combat power is fully revealed at this moment!

But flying squirrels don't care about outcomes.

shave!

With a little footsteps, the distance of 100 meters is less than two seconds, and they all cross and appear beside Smoker.

"Smogg, Smoke!!"

Holding Smoker's fallen body in his arms, the flying squirrel called nervously.

On his forehead, a long thick bloodstain from his thumb was stretched out of the skin. The blood flowed out and covered his face. The breath was weak, but it still existed.

call……!

Seeing this, the flying squirrel breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good if you don't die. With the medical methods of the navy, you can save him if you don't die.

"Ahem... Is this the strength of a lieutenant general in this department?"

Lovett fell from the arms of the black knight with serious eyes.

The vacuum slash just now gave him the illusion that a mountain was crashing towards him. Others' swords were only sharp, but the flying squirrel's sword was much thicker.

With the majestic and upright power, all evil spirits will be wiped away.

It is a real sword of justice!

If he hadn't decisively used a two-star spell such as the bone mountain dragon shield, the sword energy would have crushed his whole body into pieces.

The lieutenant general of the headquarters is so terrifying!

but……

Looking at the unconscious Smoker, Lovett's eyes flashed with surprise.

"interesting!"

"Your name is Mohammad Abdel too?"

It is not normal for blood spots to appear on the forehead.

He aimed at the inside of Smoker's left eye, penetrating in an arc, reaching directly to the brainstem, extinction of vitality.

This is his first attempt. In order to accurately control the fusion energy group, he can only choose the blood cone technique with low mana and limited power.

but now……

The bloodstain stretched from the center of the eyebrows all the way to the back of the hairline. It looked bloody and bloody, and even the scalp was torn. In fact, it was not fatal...

"There is no problem with the idea, but the method needs to be improved."

What he incorporated into the blood cone technique was his own vitality... Speaking without fear of being ridiculed, Lovett clearly knew that his vitality field was not even as good as that of an ordinary healthy person.

It's okay to cooperate with the blood cone technique. If it is replaced by other high-star spells, it will not be released even if you drain yourself.

"So the correct way of thinking should be the same as the blood plague raven and corpse explosion, extracting the vitality of others, especially the blood plague raven, it is impossible to use corpses in every battle... But there is another magic resistance and the opponent It is related to the degree of lock-up of flesh and blood, and the actual efficiency needs to be studied."

Clang!

While thinking, there was an ear-piercing trembling sound.

Lovett looked up, looked at the flying squirrel who was looking at him coldly, holding the plum blossom katana in his hand, and smacked his lips.

"But the most critical question now is how to escape?"

"Lovett!!"

The flying squirrel's face was dark, and a penetrating sword intent was scratched on his face like a knife, which was extremely painful.

"Being able to do this, I admit that I underestimated you before."

Swish!

With the long knife forward, the flying squirrel's body is slightly sideways, and its right hand is raised horizontally.

"I'll give you one last chance, catch him without a fight...or die!"

What made the Flying Squirrel more determined than Smoker's almost being killed was that Lovett was horrible.

Having grown to this level in just two or three months, with everything he has experienced and his hostility to justice, he will definitely become the navy's archenemy in the future!

The justice of the navy is indeed unclean, but this will never be an excuse to condone pirates!

For flying squirrels, those naval scum and pirates are evils that need to be eliminated!

"Is there no third option, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel?"

The ball of light in the sea of ​​souls was dim. Ever since the battle with the evil dragon, Lovett had not had a good rest and had no time to devour souls.

Almost drained his mental strength.

"At any rate, I also cleared up the Dragon Pirates and liberated the oppressed villagers. Can't I make up for it?"

"absurd!"

The flying squirrel stared at the words: "A merit is a merit, a demerit is a demerit, meritorious deeds must be rewarded, demerits must be punished, there is no such thing as merit and demerit offsetting!"

"Don't take chances, my patience is limited!"

"Oh, that's how it is……"

Lovett's face turned cold: "I almost forgot, I'm not your Second Lieutenant Lovett now, and the unspoken rules don't work."

"you……"

The flying squirrel's face was dark and his teeth were clenched.

"But you don't know me, do you?"

"What's the meaning?!"

The flying squirrel frowned, and suddenly turned his head to look.

"not good!"

Necromancer Summons Ghosts and Ghosts!

Rows of white ghost figures ooze out of the mud, roaring ferociously with resentment that makes the living people stand on end. The soldiers waved their weapons again and again, only to find in horror that the weapons could not touch them at all.

These things are not resentful spirits, they are actually the remnants of ghosts who have died in peace.

At the same time, unlike ordinary undead, these fragile souls can't even move freely in the sun. Sunbathing is more terrifying to them than concentrated sulfuric acid.

So once they are summoned, they instinctively immerse into the bodies of the living people around them, occupying their physical bodies.

"I'm a pirate, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who told you that I won't take revenge?"

Snapped!

The spiritual power was excessively consumed, and the withered black sand on the left arm dispersed, turning into nothingness and green smoke.

Lovett clutched his stinging temple and grinned, "Kill him!"

"Roar!"

The soldiers whose bodies were occupied by the energy of wronged souls turned their eyeballs up, spit flew from their mouths, and rushed towards the flying squirrel.

"What happen to you guys?!"

The flying squirrel was shocked instantly. These soldiers were in a very strange state and seemed to have lost their sanity.

Swish!

Avoiding the scimitar, he dodged to appear behind the opponent, and hit the back of the opponent's neck with his palm.

Plop!

A soldier fell down, but soon, under the shocked gaze of the flying squirrel, the soldier got up again and continued to attack.

"They are now occupied by vengeful spirits. Even if you dig out their hearts, they will continue to act as undead."

Seeing the flying squirrel dodging the attack in a hurry, the corners of Lovett's mouth curled up.

"And... more than that."

The villagers walked on the street with dull eyes, stumbling on their feet, as if they were drunk. Among them, the brave little boy walked in the front, with his head raised slightly and his mouth watering.

"asshole!"

The flying squirrel's eyes were about to crack, and he turned his head and glared at Lovett: "What are you going to do?"

In this regard, Lovett grinned: "What to do? Of course, like all pirates, kidnapping hostages!"

Plop!

A villager walked to the well, and the stones blocking the way made him fall straight, and his head was submerged in the well water.

shave! !

Before he had time to think about it, the flying squirrel appeared at the mouth of the well, and its tall body played a role at this moment. It leaned over and pulled, dragging the villager out.

But more villagers were limping with blank eyes, facing the sea.

"Stop, stop!"

The flying squirrel was very anxious.

As Smoker said, as a swordsman, one's abilities have limits.

Perhaps even the big and famous pirates in the New World are not the all-in-one enemy of the flying squirrel, but preventing them from jumping into the sea to commit suicide while not hurting the villagers is beyond the limit of the flying squirrel's ability.

He can only go back and forth to the center of the battlefield repeatedly, and bring back villagers who have walked to the shore without realizing it. At the same time, he has to be careful of the knives wielded by the "rebellious" soldiers, so as not to be hurt by them.

"Fun, so much fun!"

"Has this scene been filmed?"

The black knight stood beside Lovett, holding an orange and black-striped camera phone bug with a face of "I'd rather die than live" in his hand, and roared in a low voice.

"Roar!"

"Great job, I'll prioritize helping you upgrade parts later on."

After all, Lovett looked over there and shouted: "Hey! Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, why don't you try to kill me and see if the spell effects on them will be lifted?"

The flying squirrel didn't answer, but just bit its lip to draw blood.

He had a hunch that doing that would just kill everyone!

And indeed it is.

As a wraith, even if it is a remnant of the soul, there is no such thing as "humanity". Instead of directly eating up the opponent's soul, it just occupied the body, and it was all suppressed by the effect of Lovett's spell.

Once Lovett dies, these soul remnants will run wild uncontrollably, eating up all living creatures within their sight range.

The first to bear the brunt are the innocent people!

Swish!

The smile on his face suddenly faded, Lovett clamped the cane with his broken arm, and patted the dust on his clothes.

"Let's go!"

"Roar!"

The black knight let out a low growl, put his master on his back, and jumped. On the surface of the sea, the warships were ready when they came, and Wallace was fighting with each other, waiting for their return.

"Stop! Be sober!"

Behind him, the anxious and angry roar of the flying squirrel echoed in Cocoyasi Village, and he had no choice but to watch Lovett board the warship and sail away slowly.

"Thank... thank you!"

On the edge of the cliff, Belmer's tomb.

Kensuke knelt down on his knees, headed in the direction the warship was leaving, and lowered his head.

"Master Black Earl, I wish you a smooth journey!"

rustle……

A gust of wind blew by, and the colorful windmills made a "rustling" sound and spun around.

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You may not believe me, I thought I had published two chapters, only now did I find that the second chapter was still in the draft box.