The sword energy was cleansed, the earth was split and the sea was split, and the terrifying power of the world's top combat power was now fully revealed!
But the flying squirrel doesn't care about the outcome.
shave!
With a little step, the distance of 100 meters was covered in less than two seconds, and he appeared next to Smoker.
"Smog, Smog!!"
Holding Smoker's fallen body in his arms, Flying Squirrel called nervously.
On his forehead, a blood mark as thick as a thumb stretched out of the skin. The blood gurgled out and covered his face. His breath was weak, but it was still there.
call……!
Seeing this, the flying squirrel breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he's not dead, with the Navy's medical methods, he can be rescued before he's dead.
"Ahem... Is this the strength of our Lieutenant General?"
Lovett fell from the Black Knight's arms with solemn eyes.
The vacuum slash just now gave him the illusion of a huge mountain crashing into him. Others' swords were only sharp, but the flying squirrel's sword was much thicker.
With his majestic and upright power, he will wipe out all evil spirits and monsters.
It is a real sword of justice!
If he hadn't decisively used two-star spells such as the Bone Mountain Dragon Shield, the sword energy would have been enough to crush his entire body into pieces.
Lieutenant General, this is so terrifying!
but……
Looking at the unconscious Smoker, a trace of surprise flashed in Lovett's eyes.
"interesting!"
"Is your name also Mohamed Abdel?"
It is abnormal for blood stains to appear on the forehead.
He aimed at the inside of Smoker's left eye and penetrated it in an arc, directly to the brainstem, exterminating life.
This was his first attempt. In order to accurately control the fused energy group, he could only choose the blood cone technique with low mana and limited power.
but now……
The blood stain extends from the center of the eyebrow to behind the hairline. It looks bloody and bloody, and even the scalp is torn. In fact, it is not fatal...
“There is no problem with the idea, but the method needs to be improved.”
What he integrated into the Blood Cone Technique was his own vitality... Although he was not afraid of ridicule, Lovett clearly knew that his vitality field was not even as good as that of a healthy ordinary person.
It's okay to cooperate with the Blood Cone Technique. If you use other high-star spells, you won't be able to release it even if you drain yourself dry.
"So the correct idea should be the same as the Blood Plague Raven and Corpse Explosion, draining the life force of others, especially the Blood Plague Raven. It is impossible to have corpses to use in every battle... but there is also a spell resistance and the opponent's
It depends on the degree of locking of the flesh and soul, and the actual efficiency needs to be studied."
Clang!
While I was thinking, a harsh trembling sound appeared.
Lovett raised his head, looked at the flying squirrel in front of him 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 scratched his face like a knife, stinging extremely.
"If you can do this, I admit that I underestimated you before."
Whoosh!
The long knife is forward, the flying squirrel's body is slightly sideways, and his right hand is raised straight.
"I'll give you one last chance. I'll capture you without mercy...or die!"
What made Flying Squirrel more determined than Smoker being almost killed was that Lovett was so terrifying.
He has grown to this extent in just two or three months. With everything he has experienced and his hostility to justice, he will definitely become the navy's formidable enemy in the future!
The navy's justice is indeed unclean, but this will never be an excuse to condone pirates!
To Flying Squirrel, those naval scum and pirates are sins that need to be eliminated!
"Isn't there a third option, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel?"
The light ball in the soul sea was dim. Since the battle with the evil dragon, Lovett had not had a good rest and had no time to devour souls. The two-star top-notch Bone Mountain Dragon Shield almost drained his mental energy.
"After all, I also wiped out the Dragon Pirates and liberated the oppressed villagers. Can't it be considered that I have made up for my fault?"
"absurd!"
The flying squirrel stared when he heard this: "Gong is merit, and fault is fault. Merits must be rewarded, and faults must be punished. How can there be any saying that merits and demerits balance each other!"
"Don't take chances, my patience is limited!"
"Oh, that's how it is……"
Lovett's face turned cold: "I almost forgot, I am not your Second Lieutenant Lovett now, so there is no use for hidden rules or anything like that."
"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!"
Summons from the Dead Realm·Ghosts!
White ghosts seeped out from the soil, roaring ferociously with a resentment that would make living people's hair stand on end. The soldiers waved their weapons again and again, but were horrified to find that the weapons could not touch them at all.
These things cannot be regarded as wraiths, but are actually the remnants of ghosts who have never rested in peace.
At the same time, unlike ordinary undead, these fragile souls cannot even move freely in the sun. Sunbathing is more terrifying to them than concentrated sulfuric acid.
So as soon as they were summoned, they instinctively immersed themselves 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 repay kindness with hatred?"
Snapped!
The mental power was excessively consumed, and the left arm withered and the black sand dispersed, turning into nothingness and blue smoke.
Lovett covered his painful temples and grinned: "Kill him!"
"Roar!"
The soldiers whose bodies were possessed by the energy of the wronged souls rolled their eyes upwards, saliva flew from their mouths, and rushed towards the flying squirrel.
"What happen to you guys?!"
The flying squirrel was instantly shocked. These soldiers were in a very strange state and seemed to have lost their minds.
Whoosh!
Avoiding the incoming scimitar, he appeared behind the opponent and struck the opponent's neck with his palm.
Plop!
One soldier fell down at the sound, but soon, under the shocked gaze of the flying squirrel, the soldier got up again and continued to attack.
"They are now possessed by vengeful spirits. Even if you dig out their hearts, they will continue to act as undead beings."
Watching the flying squirrel hurriedly dodge the attack, the corners of Lovett's mouth curled up.
"And...that's not all."
The villagers were walking on the street with dull eyes and staggering steps, as if they were drunk. Among them, the brave little boy was walking in the front, with his head raised slightly and his saliva flowing.
"asshole!"
Flying Squirrel's eyes were about to burst, and he turned back to glare at Lovett: "What are you going to do?"
In response, Lovett grinned: "What to do? Of course, like all pirates, kidnap hostages!"
Plop!
A villager walked to the well and fell straight down due to the rocks blocking his path, and was submerged into the well water.
shave!!
Without any time to think, the flying squirrel appeared at the mouth of the well. His tall body came into play at this moment. He leaned over and pulled the villager out by dragging his feet.
But more villagers had dazed eyes and limped forward, facing the sea.
"Everyone stop, stop!"
The flying squirrel was very anxious.
As Smoker said, as a swordsman, your abilities have limits.
Perhaps even the famous pirate in the new world is not the enemy of the Flying Squirrel, but to prevent the villagers from jumping into the sea to commit suicide without harming the villagers is beyond the limit of the Flying Squirrel's ability.
He could only go back and forth to the center of the battlefield repeatedly, carrying back villagers who had walked to the shore without realizing it one after another. At the same time, he had to be careful with the knives swung by the "rebellious" soldiers to prevent them from harming the villagers.
“Interesting, so interesting!”
"Did this scene get filmed?"
The Black Knight stood beside Lovett, holding an orange and black-striped photographic phone bug with a "better to die than live" expression in his hand, and growled in a low voice.
"Roar!"
"Well done, I'll give you priority in upgrading parts later."
After saying that, 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 bit his lip to draw blood.
He had a hunch that doing so would only kill everyone!
This is indeed the case.
As a resentful spirit, there is no such thing as "humanity" even if it is a soul remnant. Instead of directly eating up the opponent's soul and simply occupying the body, it is all suppressed by the effects of Lovett's spell.
Once Lovett dies, these soul remnants will go on an uncontrollable rampage, eating up all living creatures within their sight.
The first to bear the brunt are innocent people!
Whoosh!
The smile on his face suddenly faded. Lovett clamped his cane with his broken arm and patted the dust on his clothes.
"Let's go!"
"Roar!"
The black knight let out a low roar, carried his master on his back, and jumped up. On the sea surface, the incoming warships were ready, and Wallace was fighting with each other, waiting for their return.
"Stop! Wake up!"
Behind him, the anxious and angry roar of the flying squirrel echoed in Cocoa West Village. They could only watch helplessly as Lovett boarded the warship and slowly sailed away.
"Thank...thank you!"
On the edge of the cliff, Bellemere's grave.
Kensuke knelt down on his knees, facing the direction the warship left, and lowered his head.
"Lord Black Earl, I wish you a safe journey!"
rustle……
A gust of wind blows, and the colorful windmill makes a rustling sound and spins.
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You may not believe me, but I thought I posted two chapters, and then I realized that the second chapter was still in the draft box.