When the strongest man in the world of magic swaps bodies with the pirate empress

Date: 28jun

Arrival station: belen

From Africa to South America, from Peru to Brazil, just looking at the routes, Yiguyouta felt like he was traveling on public funds.

"Just keep it like this, your mentality is very important~"

Uh, I accidentally said what I was thinking...

Yiguyoutai smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Miguel, please stop teasing me."

Miguel and Yuta Otoko traveled among various tribes that did not belong to the magic world in search of the "Black Rope" or similar magic tools.

They visited tribes in South Africa along the way, including Miguel's own tribe, but they all came back disappointed. After Yiguyouta agreed to Miguel's suggestion, they headed to the rainforest of South America.

The first destination is Peru.

But locals in Peru, where spells were once popular, told them that spells in this country no longer exist. Go to Belem, Brazil, where the legend of "shaman" is still circulating in the rain forest.

"When it comes to the rainforest in Belém, Brazil, it can only be the Amazon. It seems that our initial guess was correct." Spreading out a map of South America, Miguel pointed out the distribution of the Amazon rainforest to Yiguyouta. .

Quietly recalling the special magician in middle school culture class: "It's a tropical rainforest climate..."

Miguel has been able to ignore Yiguyou's often stupid remarks, and he continued to explain: "This kind of wild rainforest is more difficult to survive than the desert. Not only do we have to prevent the magic tribes who may regard us as enemies, but also I can't even recognize poisonous insects and snakes. Yigu, that side of Africa is my hometown. I can give you some guidance. To be honest, this rainforest is also my first time here. What will happen... Who knows? ?”

"The tribes that can survive in it are so powerful."

"These tribes are different from the Japanese magic world. They use magic in daily life. It can even be said that they started to practice and learn magic just to make their daily life more convenient." The outside world without the Tianyuan Barrier , the quantity and quality of curses are pitifully small. Most primitive people can perform skilled spells, and removing curses is a piece of cake for them.

After leaving the airport, the two walked to the taxi queue.

Yigu Youtai paused and looked back at the entrance.

"what happened?"

"There seems to be a familiar smell..."

"Smell?" The magician has an extra sense of spell power than ordinary people. This kind of perception cannot be described by the five senses.

"Is it filth?" Miguel asked.

"……no."

There was no filth left in the air—except for the little curse in the corner of the airport that was so weak that it didn't even need to be exorcised.

But it's because of this that it seems extremely suspicious.

In a place like an airport where people come and go and have a huge passenger flow, the distribution of curses should be scattered irregularly. There should be curses in every place, such as the check-in gate, the boarding gate, the baggage check-in line, restaurants... instead of like now, where the passenger entrances and exits are extremely clean, and there are only several curses clustered together at the entrance next door. .

There is no remnant of curse power in the air, which means that no one has come to remove the curse recently, and no spellcaster is free enough to move the curse to a place where they can "hug together for warmth".

A low-level curse without self-awareness does not know how to avoid the conjurer, so it is impossible to be threatened by the conjurer.

Then it can only be that one or several particularly powerful curses like Li Xiang passed through here.

Curses will devour each other, and small curses will sometimes inspire the instinct to avoid high-level curses to improve one's survival rate.

If this is the case, a new problem arises.

A high-level curse that can evade minor curses must be at least level two, and level two curses will not generate their own consciousness. In a place like an airport where people and people are mixed, it is impossible for level two curses to quietly cause trouble.

It has to be a higher level, first level, special level that can move freely and have self-awareness...

"I hope it's my imagination." The airport is intact, and it can be seen that there has been no disaster caused by curse erosion recently. Otoko Youta put his hand down on the knife wrapped with charms, and he became extremely wary.

This vigilance was confirmed after arriving at the entrance to the Amazon rainforest.

This time, there was no need for Yutai Oto to speak. Even Miguel could sense the thick filth in the air.

"It's a curse... at least one level."

I just said that there are no high-level curses in foreign countries, but as soon as I came, I discovered the remnants of the great curse.

Otoko Youta took off the knife bag from his back and pulled out the weapon: "It is probably a curse spirit that has generated wisdom... Why is there such a high-level curse spirit here..."

"Does this mean that we have found the right place?" Miguel ran out of "black rope", so he took out another rope-shaped charm and wrapped it around his wrist.

"The Shamans are indeed a powerful tribe that can survive in a place where cursed spirits are rampant."

Otoko Youta recognized the spells mixed in the air. They were like thick and ominous mist, standing out in this fresh land.

"No, Mr. Miguel." The black-haired boy put away his usual gentleness and stared in the dirty direction with his dark eyes, "There is more than one high-level curse spirit here."

In the forest, which represents vitality, the breath of curse seems to be incompatible with justice and evil, and it is extremely clear.

Miguel cast a meaningful glance, overturning his previous judgment.

As expected of being related to Gojo Satoru, Otoko Yuta has only been in the world of magic for about a year, and the boy's ability in reconnaissance has completely surpassed his own.

What a back wave that cannot be underestimated.

……

A few hours ago, Kensuo crossed the ocean with three super-grade curse spirits. He even took them with him to the prison gate area. In case Gojo Satoru made any unplanned actions, he planned to seal the six eyes here.

Not long after Kensuo entered the Amazon, he met a very interesting primitive man.

With thousands of years of memory, Kensuo is actually a little bit interested in primitive tribes that don't fall in line with the world of magic. It's a pity that his plan needs to be implemented within the Tianyuan Barrier, so he has no time to explore the tribal spells outside the spell boundary.

This primitive man's technique is to use his own negative emotions to nourish the cursed spirit and at the same time drive the cursed spirit.

To sum it up, it is a combination of "praying for incense" and mantras.

Yes, the curse spirit around this primitive man is very strong, so strong that the curse spirit has its own consciousness and its own intention. The moment he looked at the curse spirit whose face was covered with sutures, Kensuo felt it from the depths of his soul: This guy is truly a curse that makes it impossible to coexist peacefully with humans!

Throughout the past hundred years, Kensuo probably couldn't find a cursed spirit that was so appealing to him.

Special-grade curse spirit, unruly, hateful of human beings... What a chess piece.

As for the real person, this was the first time in his life that he met such a satisfying human being!

Needless to say, Fisher Tiger is an idiot. He is obviously a human, but he resents and fears humans. Sometimes the real person feels that he and he have swapped races. He is more human than Tiger.

In the past, Zhenren still maintained a symbiotic relationship with Tiger in a "you live and I live" relationship, but now... Zhenren seems to have seen a beast with a hole in the fence.

Maybe it's an exclusive communication between evil people... The real person reached an evil consensus with the man in the robe in an instant, and stretched out his hand to Tiger who supported him.

"Inaction changes."

It was a very ordinary touch, with no force at all, and could even be called a soft force. The palm of the real person's hand just pressed against Tiger's back.

There was no murderous action - the real person really didn't want to kill Tiger.

Tiger's body shape changed, and his thick limbs stretched out into long strips like dough. Tiger was like a clay figure who couldn't resist. He could only watch his body undergo drastic changes, and unforgettable pain emanated from inside his body. Coming!

The plasticine in the shape of a wooden block was continuously pulled and swayed into a huge dummy.

The human's skin cracked and red blood flowed out. Tiger's protruding eyes stared at the real person, but he could only make a dying "ho ho" sound. Blood streaks continued to pour out of his throat, and was about to block his throat. trachea.

"Because I know you can't die at this level, so I'm showing mercy." As innocently and cruelly as a child crushing a praying mantis, the real person squatted next to Tiger who fell to the ground, and looked at Tiger after Wuwei's transformation. An extremely huge body.

"This form - it's so wonderful! Human is not human, shaman is not shaman... Ah, this is my first work after freedom. By the way, Tiger, I actually followed your inner thoughts. Unexpectedly You don't-"

A giant hand suddenly rose up and quickly strangled the real person's neck. Tiger's eyes almost burst out of their sockets, and his palms were wrapped with strong spell power, intending to kill the real person right away.

"Even if...I...you can't...can...!"

Once this foreign object escapes his control, it will definitely kill all the Apaches! Not only that, this foreign object whose happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy is based on human suffering will not satisfy a small tribe... Tiger, who traveled to surrounding countries, knew that there are hundreds of millions of humans in this world, which is a hundred times more than the millions on Fish-Man Island. more than! He can die, but he cannot let this foreign object live——

puff-

It was the sound of a sharp weapon passing through flesh and blood.

Hua Yu controlled the seeds of the land, and dozens of sharp branches rose from the ground, pricking bloody holes in Tiger's body.

Despite this, Tiger did not let up his strength...

His vision was blurred and the pain in his body was almost unfeelable.

In front of him, there is the face of the real person who rolled his eyes due to lack of oxygen, and the hand... holding the opponent's neck fiercely?

A giant hand that could wrap a real person's head with one hand, with webs between its fingers that humans could never have, and a skin color that was either stained red by blood or inherently red.

All of these are very similar to him in his previous life... and to the real him.

Is that so?

This is it.

...Heh, sure enough, he hates humans.

Even this time, at the last moment when he lost consciousness, Fisher Tiger was thinking about the safety of mankind.

"You are so persistent." It was a male voice I had never heard before, probably a spell caster from outside the territory.

Fisher Tiger, who has traveled all over the world, can see that this magician is not a good person. He paid too much attention to being wary of this guy at that time, so he slowed down his vigilance to the real person behind him.

The magician from outside the territory, where did he say he came from?

Japan……?

Well, if the real person follows him, he will probably be completely taken advantage of.

If only I could kill the real person directly...

The extremely hypocritical magician gave his final order: "Hua Yu, cut off his hand and save 'our' compatriots."

bass--!

The wrist is out of strength.

"...Ahem! What a pity, Tiger, I didn't die! You couldn't kill me!!"

"Next, I will give your village and your tribe a huge gift in return! Just wait, I will not let go of any of those humans who drive my compatriots!!!"