Pirate Devil Creator

This is the last day and the end of the month is coming.

Wild cats are flying around in the South Alley, and few people come here. As for why there are so many wild cats——

You have to ask the people here who have lost their voices.

Kerra was huddled in the trash can in the corner, even the green light staring at her in the darkness was so eerie.

The blood spots on his forehead were solidified, and there was still sparse and thick blood dripping down his forehead.

"Go home..." Kerla's eyes were so hot that in the mechanical Rubik's Cube where the temperature difference between day and night was huge, it became her only source of heat.

The surroundings were unbelievably quiet. In this almost engulfing dark environment, Kerla discovered for the first time that she was actually afraid of the dark.

"Listen up! Little liar, if you don't come out, you will die in the mouth of a wild cat!"

Kerr pulled Zongzi's hand, his throat hurt, "Pu..."

"Mr. Platt!!!"

"Huh - isn't this a good cry?" Puleti slipped her back collar, and the wind on the skateboard was pocketed in her large old coat.

Tears blurred the screen, and Kerla burst into tears, "But... Mr. Platt, can't you leave Dongcheng District?"

But there was only the sound of whistling wind in my ears.

"Mr. Pratt!" Kella suddenly shouted to him. She hadn't drank water for a long time, and her throat was burning.

"What! You're so unlucky!" Pratt cursed as always.

"Listen up! Little liar, the people in Beicheng District are much better than the people here. If you just show the things on your back, there will be many people who will take pity on you and take you in-"

"Where's Mr. Platt!" Kerra interrupted, "Today is the last day. Can Mr. Platt rush back?"

"It's none of your business! I saved your life for the sake of that brand, but don't think about taking it too far and blaming it on me!"

In her memory, Rubik's Cube City was very cold at night.

At night in Beicheng District, the shops on both sides of the street are dazzling. The yellow lights in the glass windows seem to have their own warmth, but the air is filled with the smell of freshly baked butter bread.

"Go away, don't let me see you again."

Kerla turned her head suddenly and didn't see the familiar figure again.Maybe it’s because he’s better at skating.

The air in Beicheng District was equally cold, but Kerla smelled a very warm, warm, warm atmosphere. She didn't know where this feeling came from, but she was looking forward to it——

future.

"Little girl, you are so young, are you also a contestant?" The fat blue-skinned murloc replaced the word slave and asked her with a smile.

"Yes!" Kerla nodded, and the warm-toned light hit her body, and even the dried blood clots gradually peeled off. This place was completely different from the people she had encountered before.

"You must be very tired to be able to enter the activity area before the end of the month! Hahahaha! Do you want to follow me? Today's dinner is very rich!"

"Eh? Is that okay?" Her eyes brightened little by little, and a smile bloomed on her face without knowing when, bright and full of expectation.

"Of course!" The fat fish man wiped the goggles on his head and laughed heartily, "Celebrate——"

“New moon tonight!!!”

The moonlight is like water, pouring on the gears in Beicheng District. The machinery here has a calm and gentle color, which seems to secretly reveal the mood of the maker.

A sigh sounded in the clouds, "Do you want to continue watching?" The blond boy's eyes were clear and clear. Although he was amazed by this playground, there was no scene in his eyes at this moment.

Saint Aldrich glanced at Olivia, who looked gloomy, and said, "Take a look at Estelle's playground! The ranking of the slaves should have changed, right?"

"No, no..." Estelle Palace came back to her senses and her attention was drawn to the slave she valued. "This girl is very adaptable there. She has complete control over the slaves placed there."

"Then let's get started!" Olivia suddenly spoke, "Just in time, we can determine the ranking of the two queens."

Different from the Magic Factory and the Mechanical Rubik's Cube, Game Field No. 2 in the competition area is a floating castle.Its creator deposited in it all the good things that exist in the world.

Thanks to Olivia's Storybrooke, Sky Island is no secret in Mariejoia.

With the free condensation core of pyrobroin factor, the main body of the floating castle is formed by mixing tanzanite with it.

The development of minerals in this world is quite backward. As far as Olivia knows, the most outstanding metals are Valpo metal that was unintentionally synthesized by Tuntun Fruit.

However, Olivia also had the famous sky city, Laputa, to create a stone with flying properties, and there was still a long way to go before it could be burned into a flying magic pattern.

Just relying on this structure, the castle can float.

The sky is a treasure that has not yet been opened in this world. There are floating fruits, moon steps, empty islands, and the "motto" of Enel's Ark here.

So, it’s not too much to build a floating castle based on Olivia’s mutated strain and a flying strain that looks like an icy blue glowing jellyfish, right?

The Estelle Palace has always had a good impression of the small flower umbrella of the Shalulia Palace, but it is different from the expectations of the Shalulia Palace drifting on the sea——

Palazzo delle Estelle hopes to take to the skies with its beautiful umbrella.

Based on mixed tanzanite and giant jellyfish strain as the joystick, this forms Game Field No. 2 in the competition area——

Floating castle.

The lush wilderness, the slender three-leaf windmill, the tall white robot with round eyes, the sky wind blows slowly, and the flowers comparable to the big trees spread their branches upward.

“What a waste!” A sweet shout followed by a heavy muffled sound, “I just want to pair scones with Nuwara Eliya’s Ceylon tea!”

“You can’t even grow Ceylon tea in Nuwara Eliya, so you have no right to continue to exist here!”

The 14-year-old girl with long hair looked coldly at the man below her and kowtowed for mercy tremblingly, "No matter what I do, it is right, because——"

"I'm so beautiful!"

"Rest in peace, useless servant."

The people around turned a blind eye to the sentenced man and looked at her feverishly.

"Yes, yes! It is a great crime for anyone who is of no use to Mr. Hancock!"

"It's not even of any use, so it's best to die!"

"Ahhh~ Mr. Hancock is so kind, he never angers others!"

……

"Hey - this is a special little snake!" Arianna Gong could see the familiar appearance at a glance through the facial features.

Saint Aldrich fell into deep thought, "The strange leadership method... Why does it seem a bit familiar..."

"How can it be repaired?" Shalulia Palace squeezed her little flower umbrella angrily. She has always favored this style of behavior, "What a capable citizen..."

However, since Estelle Palace had always treated her very well, she didn't comment too much.

At the same time, due to the effect of pyrobroin factor on living things, the life on the floating castle is unusually large, which is quite conducive to the use of the life talent of Estelle Palace.

Since the slaves released were relatively weak, the Baymax robot was added to assist them in their survival.

Among the 37 new game fields, this is the only one without indigenous people, so the number of slaves placed in each game area was deliberately increased.

Therefore, when selecting slaves, Shalulia Palace made an exception and put the young and extremely weak Kerla into the mechanical Rubik's Cube.

Currently, the number of slaves in Mariejoia has been greatly reduced, and the remaining slaves are almost all crooked melons that no one cares about - such as the collection of Saint Roswader who is keen on collecting pirate captains.

Compared to rugged pirate captains, members of the Umbrella Club prefer beautiful appearances.This can make the observers of the Rainbow Council scratch their heads with anxiety.

The person who attracted the most attention before was No. 81269. Unfortunately, his criminal record has deterred many people.

Originally, most people agreed to put him into the mechanical Rubik's Cube, but Shalulia Palace repeatedly refused.

One-third of the selection time has passed.

Although there is no doubt that he is number one, the one who worries the most is the leader of the Mechanical Rubik's Cube.

To be precise, both sides of the scale.

The red ritual comes from the culture of the mechanical Rubik's Cube aborigines and is mainly realized with the help of local mechanical toxins.Sabrina has heard this.

This is a metal toxin similar to platinum lead disease.

In Punk Hassard's long mechanical culture, metals were mined to an extent far beyond that of its contemporaries.The understanding of radioactive metals has reached a stage where radioactivity can be controlled.

This is where the Red Ceremony comes from.

Put radioactive condensation nuclei into the ears of the victim, and for a long time in the future, the blood will overflow from the pores like expelled parasites.

This process will continue until the blood is drained, and even if the sacrificer dies, there will be no coagulation.

Hence the name, "Red Ceremony".

When Xinyue sat alone on the tower, Plett leaned in the corner holding his skateboard, the roller at his feet turning slowly. Strangely, no executive appeared to judge him.

Obviously he didn't follow the rules.

Strange patterns were faintly revealed on the skin, and Pratt recognized them as the magic patterns of Dongcheng District.

He was still guessing that he was infected by the little liar's incomplete magic mark, which was why no one judged him.

Everything is so natural.

In Dongcheng District, no one ever weeps for death.

He didn't even know why he brought that little liar to Beicheng District.

The guy who smashed his magic mark should be an enemy, but this was the first time that Pratt saw that there are still people in the world who don't live for themselves and are not afraid of death.

Plett is a scumbag. Like most people in Dongcheng District, he behaves wantonly and despises life.

contemptuous of others;

I also despise my own...

If you really want to say, what's the difference...

That is, he was hit by the magic pattern very early.

Pratt's bones had long been cracked, and his vitality was slowly leaking from the dull pain in his body. In fact, he had anticipated his own death.

Perhaps he was competitive and died fighting;

Perhaps he interfered with someone else's mechanical test and died in the red ritual;

Or maybe he died late one night due to the wind that no one cared about...

Death means nothing to him anyway.

It would be the same if someone else continued to live.

……

There is no unnecessary noise at night in Beicheng District. Men in plaid shirts and black boots play violins on the streets, and the melodious notes can float across half a square corner.

The fat fish man said that he should be a violin craftsman.

For mechanical researchers like them, rather than perfecting mechanical operations, it is better to create mechanical handicrafts that can be passed down through the ages.

Everything in this world may be discriminated against. Nobles discriminate against common people, strong people discriminate against weak people, wise people discriminate against fools...

Only the time spent concentrating on mechanical crafts will not.

The wound was treated well, Kerla was lying by the window, and even the lanterns hanging on the eaves felt beautiful.

"Kerra - come and see! Let's have a big dinner tonight! Hahahaha!"

The magic pattern that had been silent since its appearance a month ago flashed slightly, "The boundary has been executed!"

Kella observed it in confusion, then ran towards the fat fish man.

"Yes! Mr. Ridanford!"

The night wind outside is chilly.

The magic pattern on the back of the hand seemed to be heating up, and the temperature gradually spread.The young man in the deep alley raised his eyelids. After all, he was too lazy to react and allowed himself to be eroded by the magic lines.

Kella rarely slept well. The sunlight passed through the glass and shone warmly on the ground. She helped Ridanfu clean the room in high spirits.

"Hahaha! You are in good spirits!"

"Yes! Mr. Ridanford!"

"Breakfast is ready, Kerla. Please clean it up afterward!" The fat fish-man looked kindly, put on his goggles and prepared to go out, "That's right!"

He suddenly turned around and gave more instructions, "When I went out to buy bread today, the boss said that a young man seemed to have died in the alley. If you are young, please don't go there and join in the fun, lest you get scared——"

"Crack--" The white plate fell and shattered on the ground.

I don’t know whose sigh is mixed in the wind.

"Regardless of whether the other person exists or not, there will be painful...feelings..."

"is it?"

Vaguely, she touched the silhouette of the future.