Chapter 3: The Dove's Plan to Occupy the Magpie's Nest
The smarter the person, the less he likes "accidents". This is even more true for more important things.
"Hundred Strategies" Crowe is undoubtedly in this category.
The sky was getting dark, and the ocean was dark, but Crowe didn't speak, and no one dared to leave the deck to light a lamp.
At their feet, the unknown navy who was seriously injured and unconscious and the unlucky guy who was a substitute will soon wake up. It is too late to rearrange the layout now.
The catman brothers told him what happened in the cabin. No one expected that the newcomer "Triangle Breaker" who had recently gone to sea would actually be a fruit-powered person with the ability to control corpses.
Unexpectedly, he happened to be on this ship and was taken into custody by the navy.
Even witnessed it all...
And probably not dead!
Wow...
With the help of his companions, Bouchi, who was all wet, climbed onto the deck and said breathlessly: "The ship... Captain, no body was found. It should have been washed away by the sea water."
"If he is cut in two, even the undead will be destroyed, right? In addition, since he is a user with fruit abilities, he will definitely die if he falls into the sea."
This answer was not very nice, Sam asked carefully in a low voice.
Crowe looked over with cold eyes and asked, "Do you have any evidence?"
Gulu...!
Sam swallowed and fell to his knees.
"I'm so sorry, Captain!"
Crowe ignored him and sat by the guardrail with his head lowered.
"If there is no evidence of death, there is also the possibility of living... Zangao, this is the top priority of the Black Cat Pirates, do you understand?"
"Captain Crow..."
Zangao hesitated for a moment and asked, "How about waiting for the next opportunity? It's too risky."
Every additional insider increases the threat of exposure to Crowe's plan to fake his death and escape.
He knew what Crowe wanted. As the deputy captain, he didn't want Crowe to take any risks, both in public and private matters.
Hearing this, Crowe raised his head, and his pupils were bloodshot behind his glasses.
"There will be no next chance!"
He gritted his teeth and said word by word.
"...The large forces of Branch 153 were destroyed here. Within a few years, all branches in the East China Sea will strengthen their defenses! Do you want me to wait for a few more years in this kind of day?!"
As the bounty increases, more and more navy and pirate hunters join the pursuit game. Crowe is not afraid of death, but is already tired of such a hidden pirate life.
Not to mention that after this massacre, the angry navy will definitely increase its efforts to pursue the Black Cat Pirates, and the situation will be more serious than before!
Will there really be a chance in a few years?
I am speechless, this is a fact.
"He will definitely show his flaws. As a fugitive, the Navy will not let him go..."
Crowe took a deep breath and stood up.
"Let's go, naval reinforcements are coming soon. If you want to do a show, you have to do a full set."
This is a decision to take a gamble!
As a pirate, Crowe also has a bit of a gambler's mentality.
Zangao nodded respectfully.
"yes!"
Arriving at the bow of the ship and preparing to transfer to a small boat, Crowe suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at the catman brothers with cold eyes.
"You two know what I want, right?"
Once this matter is exposed, they must be buried with Lovett whether he dies or not!
The catman brothers shuddered and nodded repeatedly: "Understood, Captain!"
"It's best..."
Crowe stopped talking, turned around and pulled up his windbreaker. The skull epaulets glowed coldly in the moonlight, but soon a dark cloud floated in the sky, shrouding him in darkness.
Zangao watched from the side with a chill in his heart, because he knew very well that the cat-man brothers were dead!
For a captain like Crowe, if he punishes you on the spot, it will be proof that you can survive.
Other than that, no luck!
When the dark clouds drift away and reveal the moonlight, everything on the sea becomes calm.
The killings subsided, leaving only corpses strewn across the deck.
Wow…
Suddenly, the sea water stirred up microwaves, and a head with a pale face surfaced.
The blood loss and cold made Lovett tremble all over, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted for so long. Relying on weak mental control, he forced the undead navy with only half of his body to hook onto the stern rudder of the warship and lurked and waited.
Calculating the time of death of a body is a basic skill of the necromancer.
He knew that with his current physical condition, even with the help of the undead, the probability of death after falling into the water and escaping was more than 99%!
On the contrary, it is possible to survive by staying and waiting.
After determining which world he was currently in, and with his super memory, Lovett clearly knew that "Baizhi" Crowe could not stay for long.
The most dangerous is the safest.
"Terrifying speed!"
Thinking of the flash of darkness when Crowe took action earlier, Lovett was still frightened.
That kind of speed is definitely not that of a normal human being!
It is comparable to the extraordinary knight king of the human kingdom in the previous world!
Even though it is a world dominated by mages and martial arts has declined, the knight king of a country cannot be underestimated. Just like the souls of mages have sublimated and evolved, they have sublimated their bodies in all aspects and are necromancers...
One of my favorite experimental materials.
And through his memory, Lovett knew that there were many terrifying Piccolo existences in this world!
"So even if you are good at fighting undead magic, it is not absolutely invincible in this world. You must be more careful when doing things in the future..."
After setting the tone, Lovett laughed at himself: "But then again, mages in that world are not fighting professions in the first place, and fighting is just a casual means."
To be precise, mages are all a group of scholars with their own research goals.
Just like the necromancers he represents, the ultimate puzzle is to define death and explain life!
In that world, because they can control the undead, play with souls, and even communicate with the underworld to awaken ancient heroic spirits who have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and the spirit of the Morning Star that cannot be killed does exist in this world, they cannot define the interval between life and death.
.
Every necromancer asks himself, is the death we know now really death?
No one knows the answer.
For tens of thousands of years, the meaning of "death" has been defined and overturned countless times, and even triggered a war among mages. It was not until [Holy Ten] Necromancer Anthony Musk wrote the book "Prologue of the Dead" that it ended
This academic debate defines it as the ultimate goal of the Necromancer.
This is the ultimate mystery of the Necromancer, and Lovett is no exception, wanting to know the truth.
As a side note, the Necromancer's reputation for being good at fighting also came from those thousand-year wars.
In the academic circle, we are the best!
It’s probably the feeling of a gentleman’s six arts…
"But these can be considered later. The first priority is to heal...and then find a place to recuperate!"
Being carried onto the deck by the undead, Lovett took off the clothes of a corpse next to him and put it on his shoulders, looking not far away with bright eyes.
There, the unlucky guy who was Crowe's substitute and the lucky guy who was the protagonist were still unconscious. Later, "Axe King" Mengka, who even chopped off Garp with an axe, now had his jaw crushed, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he looked very miserable.
.
"If I remember correctly, he should be praised...highly? It seems that he was called by this name... He was deeply hypnotized, and even caused a drastic change in his temperament."
Plop!
After dispersing the spiritual power distributed on the undead navy and letting the tool man die, Lovett held up a ball of soul light in front of his nose and took a deep breath.
As the saying goes, you can make up for what you eat. In the mage world based on soul strength, this is probably the most unreasonable skill of the necromancer.
Soul Eater!
"Ahem...suck too much!"
Holding his swollen and painful forehead, Lovett held the remaining soul light ball in his hand and gasped for air.
"Changing personality? Zangao doesn't have this ability. It is the result of self-correction of the soul. If the fragmented memory fragment area cannot be restored by external intervention and does not leave enough blanks, then it can only be filled with false memories.
And memory determines character..."
Then he brightened his eyes and looked at Mengka.
"But...even if the wound heals, it will leave scars."
"Putting a patch on the soul is not an easy task... According to common sense, this is indeed the case."
…
"Private Mengka? Private Mengka?!"
The world was dark, and a familiar call sounded vaguely in my ears.
"Well……"
Mengka woke up faintly. As soon as he opened his mouth, the stinging pain from his chin made him wake up immediately.
"Great, he's still alive!"
Cheers full of joy rang out around him, and Mengka remembered that it was a colleague from the left-behind branch.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the soldiers surrounding him and suddenly turned over and sat up.
"Where's K...Clo?"
Holding back the severe pain, Mengka grabbed the hand of a colleague and asked excitedly.
The colleague was equally excited with tears in his eyes. He held his hand with his backhand and nodded: "Don't worry, we've caught it!"
What a nice guy!
Why did I think he was too rigid before?
"You didn't let go of him even when you fainted, Mengka...well done!"
Is it... is it me?
Mengka's eyes froze and his thinking stopped for a moment, but under the influence of two unknown forces, a picture appeared in his mind.
Yes!
The scarlet sunset shone on the deck, and the warship was full of corpses. The colonel was dead, and his comrades were dead. Seeing so many of his comrades dead, he was so scared that he was fighting alone. He rushed up and stabbed Crowe by luck.
So, I succeeded?!
Suddenly, Mengka felt a pain in his head and covered his forehead.
"Low...Lowett! How is he?"
There was silence for a moment, and the familiar colleague asked: "Who is Lovett?"
It seems that none of the colleagues on this trip have this name?
"It's that pirate!"
Mengka raised his head with tears in his eyes: "If he hadn't blocked the fatal knife for me at the cost of an arm, Crowe would have escaped long ago! He...cough, cough, cough!"
"Lie down first and have a good rest!"
After being persuaded by others, Mengka lay back on the deck and allowed the doctor to examine him, but his eyes kept scanning around the deck, trying to find someone.
Not far away, several soldiers exchanged glances and saw each other's helplessness.
"So...that pirate also made a meritorious service? I have never seen anything like this before!"
"Let the decision be made by the higher ups! As the battle hero who arrested Crowe, Mengka's words still have a certain weight."
"This is the only way...but then again, what is Lovett's reason for going to sea?"
"I heard that the new Sheriff in the town was colluding with the pirates and was discovered by him, so he killed him. It was originally a felony for assaulting an official, but subsequent investigation found that the Sheriff did have problems, so he only set a symbolic price of 1 million.
Bounty."
The reward for attacking world government officials is at least 5 million!
They only settled for 1 million Baileys, probably because they couldn't kill the entire town.
The authority of the World Government cannot be challenged, so even if there is a reason, it is impossible to acquit you.
The navy who spoke suddenly felt the same hatred as the enemy and said angrily: "This is so unfair!"
Hearing this, the other two people looked at each other and shrugged, not daring to continue.
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