Under the moonlight, Ibo Zitor appeared again, and the dark alley behind him exuded a strong bloody aura. After all, what Ibo Zitor swallowed was the power of psychic energy, not the opponent's body.
It was very rare that there were no guards keeping watch outside the palace, and the iron gate had been opened, as if they were welcoming some distinguished guests.
A moment later, Yibo Zitel stepped into the palace hall and locked his eyes on the young man standing in front of him.
"Welcome our distinguished guests. You must have had a hard journey. Do you plan to rest first, or sit down and eat?"
"Qianliu Island admires the strong the most, but an existence like you has never appeared before. Please forgive me for my offense. After all, it is the greatest honor of my life to witness your honor with my own eyes.
Got it!"
Tycho, the Lord of Qianliu Island, said this after bowing to the other party and saluting him. However, he felt a little disappointed in his heart. After all, he was also a real peak powerhouse and could not sense the other party's spiritual energy fluctuations at all.
In this case, either you are too weak and not worthy of being compared with him, or you are blind and have misjudged the opponent's true identity.
Yibo Zittel had no reaction when he heard this. The low-hanging hood obscured his face, and his thin appearance added to a sense of stupidity.
However, Yibo Zitel is not really a fool. You have to know that he has only been in this dimensional space for three or five days. Although he has a general understanding of the natural laws of this dimensional space through devouring creatures, he cannot understand the natural laws of this dimensional space.
Such tactful and cryptic remarks, and I don't understand why the other party, as an ant, would stand talking to me like this.
Ibo Zitel was thinking hard, thinking about how to respond to the other party's words based on the natural laws of this dimensional space plane.
Rest is a very unfamiliar word. After all, Ibo Zittel has not had a "rest" since the day he was born. "Eating" seems a bit outrageous. As a high-ranking person in the hunter plane, his only food is
There are creatures with powerful psychic fluctuations, but they have no interest in the gadgets on the table.
But Tycho understood it wrong again, or in other words, even though he had some scruples in his heart, he still chose to take risks. This is what pirates call "courage", risking one's wealth and life to gain the maximum benefit.
The phantom fishing line (thread-like weapon) hung from the sleeves of the brocade robe, and then shot towards Ibo Zitor like hair-like snakes. But when Tycho himself flashed,
He disappeared into the palace hall out of thin air.
As a three-winged killer, Tycho possesses assassination skills that are not inferior to those of the dark elves. If combined with the ever-changing linear weapons, it can be said that he can easily attack any peak powerhouse.
As Tycho, who inherited the name of "Great Pirate", his mind is far superior to that of many monarchs. He is more like a profit-seeking businessman. As long as he can finally reap the benefits, he will happily accept no matter how much blood is stained on his hands.
However, when the "Fantasy Fishing Line" touched Ibo Zitor, it first made a crisp sound, and then collapsed to the ground like noodles.
"It's a very interesting thing. It can be pieced together to create a new cloak. Is this your weapon?"
"Little guy, I advise you to stop this farce immediately. Maybe you mistakenly think that your poor concealment skills can work on me."
The first time Ibo Zitor spoke, he saw two night demons shooting out from his black cloak. One instantly smashed the assassin's "stand-in doll" to pieces, and the other accurately locked onto Tycho
s position.
The breath of death replaced the spiritual energy fluctuations around Tycho's body, and the power of chaos continued to pour out from the torn space crack.
The brocade robe no longer existed, and the power of psychic energy was unable to resist the tearing of the space cracks. Half of his body was already a bloody mess. However, Tycho did not seem surprised by this. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was satisfied with the other party's atrocities.
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Yibo Zitel, who originally planned to devour the opponent, was a little confused. After all, the ants he had come into contact with before were either silent to him, or they collapsed mentally under his own power and no longer had any resistance.
Ibo Zittel waved his arms that were like dead branches, and then the two night demons returned to their nests and got back into his black cloak.
"Aren't you afraid of death? You are a very interesting ant."
"Forget it, I originally planned to stay here temporarily for a while, and I didn't plan to cause anything."
"As long as you don't bother me, I will naturally not attack anyone again. Otherwise, this place will definitely become a dead zone. Believe me, I have the strength."
Ibo Zitel sat on the throne and said softly. He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone. After all, he came to this dimensional space plane to hunt down the cowards in the realm of nothingness, not to tangle with a group of ants.
The cracks in space closed, the power of chaos dissipated, and Tycho escaped a disaster. To be precise, he could continue to live.
"Thank you for not killing me. From now on, all pirates will regard you as their master and do whatever you want!"
"It's just...this is not the best choice for you to rest..."
"If you can help me capture the Principality of Shayeru, then I will guarantee with my life that you will never be disturbed again, otherwise I will end it myself."
"Please think about it. It's just a piece of cake for you to clean up a few ants, but you can have a better resting space. This is a good deal, right?"
Tycho crushed several dragon crystals one after another to prevent himself from passing out. However, he completely ignored the safety of his own life and actually began to lobby Ibo Zittel, intending to rely on the other party's power to get what he wanted.
Since Tycho decided to abandon Pirate Bay, move to Qianliu Island, and attach himself to the Principality of Sayeru, he had his own plan. He penetrated the scorpion and replaced the Duke of Sayeru. Only the black sails were hunting in the wind and the skull and crossbones flag.
It’s time to float in the sky of the ancient continent.
Tycho has been trying to please the goddess of fate all his life, and this time is no exception. As long as the other party can agree to the deal, he can accept it at any cost, even if he dies as a result.
"The Principality of Shayulu should be the place where it descended before."
"I can agree to your request, but if you are disturbed by anyone in the future, you will die in pain."
After hearing this, Yibo Zittel nodded, and actually agreed to Tycho's request, planning to take action to reach the peak of the Shaylu Principality. However, his thoughts were very pure, purely for himself to have a temporary residence. As for those
The intrigue among the ants does not matter.
The door of the palace slowly closed, and only Yibo Zitel was sitting on the throne, still with his head lowered and his face covered by a hood.
Tycho, who was seriously injured, staggered and stumbled towards a certain stone tower. After getting into the stone tower, he completely ignored the shocked looks of his wife and good brothers and started laughing.
"Inform everyone after dawn that the big pirate has decided to declare war on the Principality of Shayul!"
"This may be our last chance to change our destiny. If anyone drags back or loses his backbone, just throw him into the sea to feed the fish, so as not to disgrace his name as a pirate!"
Due to forcibly absorbing the spiritual power of two dragon crystals, Tycho now looks a bit scary. Half of his body is covered with scabs, and his expression is weirdly distorted with joy. He is no longer the one from Qianliu Island.
The Lord is more like a lunatic who has survived the disaster.
When dawn broke, nearly a hundred mast ships began to move. The scimitars were still shining, the ale was still strong, and the singing was still loud.
The news of the declaration of war on the Principality of Shayer was quickly passed among the islands, and most pirates readily accepted it. As for some guys who were accustomed to pampering, their hands and feet were chopped off, and they were eventually thrown into the sea and became the breakfast of sharks.