Fortunately, it is not the government, or maybe Don Quixote has mastered the ability to make blood-cursed weapons. The world government centered on the Draco will not trust any "outsider". As long as it is not one of its own, suspicion and estrangement will always be on the Black Count's side.
and the government.
But the bad thing is that the Black Earl is not easy to deal with. The destruction of the Alabasta Kingdom's army of 100,000 people has sounded the alarm to the world. This is not an opponent that can be used casually to make a name for itself.
So if possible, it is best to reach cooperation.
otherwise……
At the same time, in unknown waters, the Leviathan.
The flesh and blood cabin on Leviathan's back was renovated and expanded, becoming as grand as a palace. The surrounding blue-gray walls were embedded with skull soul lamps, which kept flashing blue flames, making the hall brightly lit, but there was always a lingering feeling.
The scent of coldness and darkness.
The red-eyed raven stood on the beam prepared for it at the door, turning its jewel-like eyes from time to time to look at the souls floating in the air.
Buzz!
The buzzing sound sounded, and the faces of the souls wandering around the hall with dull eyes were filled with fear. An invisible gravity dragged them, and they quickly sank into the body of the figure sitting on the bone throne in the center of the hall.
There are huge, complex and mysterious patterns engraved on the floor, and silver light is constantly bursting out from the gaps. Every time a buzzing sound is heard, a powerful wave of mana will be generated.
"Is someone going to trouble me again?"
I don't know how long it took, but when I felt the palpitations in my heart, Lovett opened his eyes, his pupils as dark as ink.
"interesting!"
Then he opened his mouth.
"hiss……"
The sound of breathing emerged, not even blowing the frost-white hair hanging down from the forehead. But for those wandering souls, a strong wind suddenly formed!
"Woo!"
"Ouch...hiss!"
Souls bared their teeth and claws in mid-air, screaming with anger and fear, trying to escape their fate. But the magic array on the floor glowed brightly at this moment, forming a prison that sealed the sky and the earth, leaving them nowhere to hide and could only fight.
He was dragged into the bottomless pit-like mouth.
immediately……
Gulu!
His Adam's apple shook up and down, and Lovett made a swallowing motion. At the same time, the light from the magic circle dissipated, and the black light in his eyes slowly dissipated, returning to clarity.
"Too little!"
Frowning slightly, Lovett tapped his cane.
After advancing to become a formal mage, an inevitable big problem faced him.
When he broke through to become a formal mage, the "little bit" he said was equal to three hundred souls, but now that he has to continue to advance to become a high-level mage, the soul energy of ordinary people can't keep up.
There is a huge difference in quality, just like yellow sand and diamonds. No matter how much quantity there is, it cannot make up for the quality gap.
Of the 100,000 souls collected at the beginning, less than 10,000 were used to seal Crocodile, and the remaining 90,000 were eaten by Lovett. According to the past, it was enough to support him through five or six times to reach the stage of junior mage.
But during this retreat, his mental energy only increased by 17%.
Even 5% of it is the progress caused by active cultivation under the influence of the words of the soul-returning rune of the underworld.
Even a mutilated soul can still cultivate and become stronger.
However, his congenital shortcomings prevent him from being able to compare with the speed of cultivation back then. Now, if this growth rate is to cross the gap between the official mage and the senior archmage, it will take ten years!
"In addition to using blood-cursed weapons to collect living souls, as expected... you still have to make trouble for the strong."
Lovett thought silently.
Although there is no way to transform a strong person into undead control, but compared with his own strength, the latter is certainly more cost-effective.
Thinking of this, Lovett couldn't help laughing to himself.
Back in the East China Sea, he gave up taking Nami away because he couldn't turn her into an undead. Now he finally became an official mage and could use undead transformation, but he still had no chance to turn the enemy into an undead.
"Gah!"
At this time, the red-eyed raven cawed, awakening Lovett.
With a slight movement of mental energy, Lovett understood.
"Come in!"
Crunch…
The heavy door opened automatically without wind, and Akin appeared at the door. Looking at Lovett sitting on the throne in the center of the hall, he had fiery reverence in his eyes.
"Sir, we arrived in Questra three days ago. Do you want to land on the island now?"
Realizing that the soul throbbing that was always pressing in their hearts disappeared, the three black knights immediately understood that the master's retreat was over.
"Has it been so long?"
Lovett sneered and picked up his cane.
"Forget it, if someone wants to trouble me, I have to act quickly."
"yes!"
Without asking why, Ah Jin retreated to the door, knelt down on one knee and lowered his head, waiting for Lovett to walk out of the door.
…
Questra, a little-known island.
Such islands abound in the Grand Route and are collectively referred to as uninhabited desert islands. The few desert islands that are not on the seven major routes have the right time and location, and have become a gathering place for pirates, gangs and all kinds of unclean people.
.
As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. In a place like this, no one dares to break the rules.
But starting from three days ago, Questela's rules changed.
Because what comes is not a "powerful dragon", but an undead!
Poof!!
The bone-white blade sliced across the throat lightly, blood sprayed and flew, dyeing the leaves red.
Gulu!
A group of pirates looked at the ferocious figure blocking the way in front of them with fearful eyes, feeling their throats feel itchy.
"Hoo...help...help!"
The pirate whose throat was cut covered his throat and his face was stained with blood. He turned around and stretched out his hand to his companions, but following his actions, the crowd took a step back in unison.
Poof!
There was a sound of wind, and two bone spurs were placed on his temples, one on the left and one on the right, piercing through the flesh and hanging him in the air.
The severe pain and fear caused the dying pirate to regain consciousness, like a fish that had been disembowelled, struggling on the chopping board.
"The master said no one is allowed to leave."
The cold voice echoed in the empty street. The butler slowly retracted his bone wings and said in the pirate's ear: "Don't you understand?"
"I……"
Crunch!!
Before he could finish speaking, the bone wings closed, the bone spurs drilled through the skull, and his head exploded.
Wow…
Blood, flesh, and slurry spilled all over the floor, and the pirates on the opposite side suddenly collapsed, and the stench continued to spread.
Shaking off the body on the wings, the butler looked forward with large white eyes, his eyes expressionless.
The next second, it disappeared into the air.
"Run away!!"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me...ah!!"
Pfft...tskttttttt!!
Next to the street, in a small house.
Questla's famous intelligence dealer was currently huddled under the wooden table with his knees crossed, his teeth gnawing on his nails, and he was nervous.
"Evil spirits...that's a ghost, a curse from Poseidon!"
Anyone who dared not give the Black Earl face these days was killed by the black ghost.
If one person dares to escape, the whole ship will be slaughtered.
He has no sympathy, no pity, and even no heartbeat. He kills people like chickens and dogs.
To this day, more than half of the pirates and gang members on this mid-level black market island have died in his hands.
"Poseidon bless Poseidon, Poseidon bless..."
The intelligence dealer kept muttering with fear in his eyes. He who had never believed in religion had transformed into a fanatical believer in just three days.
After an unknown period of time, the massacre outside finally subsided.
"If you try to challenge your master's wishes, this is the end!"
The familiar voice of the evil ghost sounded again, and then said: "Those who are still alive, come out and sweep the floor."
Poof!
As soon as he finished speaking, large crowds of people quickly rushed out from both sides of the street. Everyone was holding mops and brooms and woven bags in their hands, scrambling for sweeping work like crazy.
Including the information dealer who was hiding in the room just now.
Among these people were pirates, dominant black market bosses, and notorious human traffickers, but there were no ordinary people, so Lovett had no scruples in taking action, because no one would die for a bunch of trash.
, come to trouble him.
Are these self-proclaimed and vicious villains abandoning their dignity to act as cleaners?
When outsiders look at this picture, they will definitely doubt the world and their outlook will collapse.
But the housekeeper was not surprised. He raised a butcher's knife to the weak and bowed to the strong. This is human nature.
Faced with the real fear of death, there is not one living person in a million who can still stick to his nature and dignity!
Then, his eyes suddenly turned, turned around and knelt down on one knee.
"Owner!"
Suddenly, the crowd cleaning the streets fell silent. Everyone's face was filled with fear, and they kept their postures motionless, not daring to raise their heads.
Boom!
The cane beat on the stone slabs of the street, and also in everyone's heart. The footsteps were steady and slow, getting closer and closer.
Boom!
Pressing his cane, Lovett glanced at the blood-soaked soil and asked, "Didn't you kill those guys?"
"Some of the disobedient ones were killed, but the main targets are still alive."
The butler replied respectfully, and when he saw Lovett spreading his hands, he slowly stood up.
"Ah That's good."
Lovett continued to move forward, thinking one by one of the ferocious criminals who were all-powerful in the past with their heads lowered, not even daring to peek at his appearance.
All he could see was the black swallowtail passing in front of him.
"It's time to start building our soul network."
"The fewer people who know, other than the target, the better," Lovett said as he walked.
"No! We are obedient, please don't kill us!"
The crowd was noisy and restless, with fear in their eyes.
In response to this, Lovett, who had already walked through the Flesh Street, turned back and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not that cruel. I just want you to live in a different way and change your past."
The next moment, the bones' wings spread out, and the butler flew towards him.