Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Consider the lines thousands of times.

Rehearse countless moves.

Ups and downs of the plot.

Brilliant acting.

-- a perfect drama.

Of course, the drama is only half done.

And now, it's halftime.

……

……

Sherlock Moriarty slowly emerged from the shadows, and neatened his collar gracefully.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He stood there expressionless, as if waiting for someone.

Not long after, a young man with black hair and black eyes quietly approached Sherlock Moriarty with a playful smile on his lips.

Seeing this, Sherlock Moriarty bowed his head respectfully, "Your Majesty."

Jon looked at the other party and asked, "Okay, what should I call you? Sherlock, or...Dark Angel, Saslier?"

"Of course it's Sherlock. I'm Sherlock Moriarty, Lord Klein's assistant." Sherlock replied with a normal expression.

Jon asked again: "Even if you already have self-awareness, are you willing to live as a shadow?"

"This is my mission and the meaning of my existence." Sherlock Moriarty remained calm.

After a pause, he smiled for the first time, "Besides, there's nothing wrong with shadows."

"OK, as long as you're happy." Jon shrugged.

'Sherlock Moriarty' is one of the identities fabricated by Klein, and also a secret puppet controlled by him.

But this Secret Puppet is different from other Secret Puppets.

In some moments, it is possible to control without the thread of the spirit body.

Because the flesh and blood body condensed from the black iron cross hides the self-awareness of the new generation of dark angels, which is equivalent to a highly intelligent and demigod AI.

That's why Klein dared to pretend to be 'White Wolf' and fight 'Sherlock Moriarty' with confidence.

Otherwise, even if he has a wealth of experience in puppet show performances, he will inevitably show his flaws in front of a visiting bishop of the Church of God of War.

"All the gifts of fate are secretly priced. The true Creator kept you by Klein's side, which can be regarded as an early investment..." Jon smiled and skipped the topic lightly.

He stretched out his hand to Sherlock Moriarty, "Then you will follow me around for a while."

"It is my honor." Sherlock Moriarty bowed.

Immediately, the whole person twisted, turning into countless shadows and blending into the black iron cross.

Jon hung the cross around his neck, put his hands in his pockets, and disappeared instantly.

next second.

He came to the capital of the Feysac Empire, San Miron.

It was different from Backlund whose environment was relatively stable.

At this time, San Miron has been completely shrouded in the shadow of war.

Recruitment advertisements can be seen everywhere in the streets.

There were even Feysac soldiers in military uniforms blatantly pulling young men, forcing them into steam trucks.

"It's cruel." Jon sighed.

However, it is limited to this.

He has no political affiliation.

Neither belong to any camp.

Such a scene is either happening here or there.

To him there is no difference.

Shaking his head, Jon quietly walked away.

in fact……

As early as when he was sighing, the Fusac conscription team discovered this tall and strong black-haired youth.

But seeing the coat and leather shoes on Jon's body that were obviously different from those of ordinary civilians, they resolutely did not step forward—the children of the poor went to the battlefield, and the children of the rich drank hot soup.

This is true no matter which world.

Closer to home——

Jon didn't walk aimlessly, but came to a small bar in a remote place.

After entering the door, the waiter stepped forward and asked, "Hi sir, do you have an appointment?"

"I'm looking for 'Mr. Red'." Jon said with a smile.

Hearing this, the waiter suddenly became respectful and extended his hand to invite, "Please come with me."

Just like the bar where Sharon and Maric were hiding, there are obviously many hidden dark rooms in this bar. After passing through one wall after another, Jon came to an iron door.

The waiter smiled at Jon, and left very tactfully.

Jon reached out and pushed the door open.

squeak-

The iron door made a tooth-piercing sound.

"Look who's here?"

"Great, merciful, incomparably noble..."

"Lord Jon Joestar!"

The red-haired man on the couch had a fearless, villainous smirk on his face.He was wearing a dark leather armor, with a rusty long sword in his hand.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a banner imprint between his eyebrows, and there are three mouths on his face with obvious corrosion marks.

"Long time no see, my hot pot baby." Jon also showed a smirk.

Isn't it just yin and yang?Who wouldn't.

Upon hearing this, the 'three-in-one' red angel evil spirit immediately broke through its defenses.

"Three months later, three months later, three months later, three months later, it's been almost a year!"

"You promised us back then!"

"I want my own body!"

The three-in-one is indeed a three-in-one, and the noise level is three times that of ordinary people.

Jon picked his ear, "Why is it so urgent, if I want to break my promise, there is nothing you can do, stop using this low-level aggressive method to deal with me, it sounds annoying."

As soon as these words came out, the red angel evil spirit decisively shut his mouth.

After a pause, the three said again: "We have established a base in Fusac according to your instructions."

"The Jagged Cross has been integrated and can be dispatched at any time."

"We have also inquired about the situation of the Einhorn family. With Einhorn himself as the inner ghost, those protections and seals are useless."

Jon was surprised: "Wow, you really did a lot of things."

"Of course—" the Red Angel Evil Spirit said in unison.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them quarreled.

"Don't learn from me."

"That's what I should say, right?"

"Shut up Medici, shut up Sauron!"

"Shut up Einhorn!" ×2
The Extraordinary of the 'Red Priest' path makes people feel very angry. Jon pinched his brows and said helplessly: "It's alright, alright, stop arguing, I promised you that I will make your body as soon as possible."

At the end of the sentence, the red angel evil spirit put his hands on his knees like a good baby, looking forward to it.

The corner of Jon's mouth raised slightly, "I tell you some good news, besides the body I promised you before, I have a special reward here..."

'Special reward'?
The red angel evil spirit couldn't help pricking up its ears.

Jon spoke slowly in a flat tone: "Amon still has a copy of the Extraordinary characteristics of the 'Red Priest' pathway Sequence 1 in his hand, (for me) he decided to use this as a reward in a certain action later."

Like a devil, he whispered to the red angel evil spirit, "Think about it, when you have your own body, whoever can first accommodate the extraordinary characteristics of this Sequence 1 will be one step closer to that position. "

Not only 'hunters' will tell right and wrong, provocative.

When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, 'criminals' are even better.

and so--

The red angel evil spirit knew that these words were full of doubts, so he couldn't help but took the bait.

The Extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1, this thing is too fragrant!

Even if it is a pit, you have to scramble to jump into it.

After flirting with the hot pot baby with the big cake, Jon finally got down to business again, "Then, who can tell me about the specific situation of Einhorn's royal family?"

The red angel evil spirit (the part that belongs to Einhorn) hastily said: "Me, me, me!"

Jon listened attentively.

Einhorn cleared his throat, and said with a half-smile: "I haven't seen you for many years, but those incompetent juniors are more promising than each other. From the Dark Emperor Solomon to the Night Emperor Trunsost, they can survive until the end of the war every time. , and then with the support of the Seven Gods, Fusac was established and became the royal family."

The tone of the ancestor of Einhorn was very embarrassing, "Who would have thought that the little dolls back then would have changed like this..."

"Strange?" Jon answered.

Einhorn was silent.

Then he smiled relievedly, and turned to say: "However, their spiritual seals and protection methods are still the ones I left behind back then, and they have not improved at all."

"Yeah, who would have thought that the ancestors of Einhorn would take the lead in rebelling one day?"

"Fortunately, I have grown up, but I am still a woman in my bones, Einhorn, you bitch!"

"It's just—"

There are always people who ruthlessly tear down the stage when I am pretending.

Also, my wife is already a man.

Besides, Sauron, why are you coaxing, as if you didn't transform from a woman.

Seeing that the three of them were about to quarrel again, Jon quickly waved his hands and said, "In other words, you can easily enter Einhorn's palace and various forbidden places, right?"

"Yes." Einhorn replied in the affirmative.

He rubbed his hands, "If this thing is done, is it considered meritorious service?"

Jon nodded, "Of course, and it's a great achievement."

"Then I demand that my body be a higher level than the other two damn guys, or simply put one less part in their bodies!" Einhorn said expectantly.

Hearing this, Sauron and Medici became anxious, and cursed: "There are beasts that were born by their fathers but not raised by their fathers!"

"Low and lowly bug!"

"Einhorn, you are always calculating and calculating, why are you acting like a bitch?"

"Bitch! Bitch!"

Einhorn shrugged nonchalantly.

I can have a bad day.

But Sauron and Medici must die.

After finally getting the chance, I'm sorry for the grievances he has suffered all these years if he doesn't step on it.

Jon just laughed.

Neither agree nor refuse.

Medici and Sauron's sense of crisis suddenly rose.

Don't be like what Einhorn said, the new body is missing a part...

No.

I also have to behave well.

Thinking of this, the two quickly said: "I will go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire at your order."

"I will go through fire and water!"

After a pause, there was another very tacit 'duet'.

"Don't fucking imitate me!"

"Okay, okay." Jon was so annoyed by the evil spirit in front of him that his trigeminal nerve ached, and he took out a token that exuded a strong evil spirit out of thin air, "This is the token for commanding the Blood Worship Cult, and I leave it to you. "

Blood Worship Cult, a secret organization that believes in the "dark side of the universe".

Jon easily incorporated the organization after he was promoted to Sequence 0 of the 'Abyss' pathway, and personally restrained the behavior of the three major demon families in his organization, and placed the promotion ceremony of the Extraordinary of this pathway inside the 'Abyss', It can be regarded as a contribution to the peace and security of the world.

The red angel evil spirit took the token, and the strong abyssal breath on it made him change his expression.

Jon said: "Einhorn is in charge of breaking through the protection of the Feysac royal family; Medici leads the Blood Worship Cult as a death squad... It's okay, don't feel sorry for my believers, the number is small, and I am happy to be quiet; Sauron Bring the Jagged Cross to press on. When the time is right, the three of you will directly behead Emperor Feysac and end this war."

The time is right?

What counts as the time is ripe?
The red angel evil spirit pursed his lips and couldn't help asking.

Jon said in a low tone, "timing, do you understand? It's like gears turning, everyone has to perform their duties and complete their own work. When all the lines of fate intersect at a 'point', the time is ripe when."

Uh, I don't understand.

In short, there is no need to act immediately, but to wait for instructions, right?

The red angel evil spirit promised obediently: "It's still the same sentence..."

"You order..."

"I will go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire!"

……

……

"In the future, if you say a word, I will go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire!"

Bishop Rommel looked a little drunk.

He forcibly hooked the shoulder of 'White Wolf', and said sincerely: "Brother, I will ask my brother for help in the future. I dare not say anything else. I still have some connections in the Church of God of War."

Klein twitched his lips.

I don't know what the hunting bishop was thinking, to show such poor acting skills in front of a master performer.

Do you really think that all the Beyonders of the 'Warrior' path are brainless idiots, who can confide in you with just three or five glasses of wine?
Innocent!

"Bishop Rommel, you're drunk." Klein said in a neutral tone.

After he drank the wine in the glass, he stood up and waved his hands casually, "I have received the reward, let's leave now."

Bishop Rommel frowned slightly, "Going to hunt down Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Of course, I received a deposit." Klein held on to the aloof personality, "After taking the money, I have to do things."

Bishop Rommel said patiently: "You won't be able to find that guy for a while, why don't you go back to the Church of God of War with me..."

"Oh, I'm curious, why do you always want to introduce me to the Church of the God of War? Could it be that you want to kill me and take away my Extraordinary characteristics?" It was on the hilt of the sword, as if it was about to explode and hurt people in the next second.

When Bishop Rommel saw him, he smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "It is my duty to absorb potential fighters who are wandering outside."

Klein sneered, "Why haven't I heard that the Church of the God of War has this rule?"

"It was added after the start of the war." Bishop Rommel's expression became a little more serious, "The cubs of the Church of Evernight, the maggots of the Aurora Society, the disaster of the Witch Sect... We have too many enemies, so we have to absorb everything A power that can be absorbed."

He stared at Klein, "You are a warrior, White Wolf, no matter where you got the potion formula and Extraordinary characteristics, in the final analysis, you are a warrior.

And warriors are born followers of the great God of War! "(end of this chapter)