Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 140 Do I have a sense of the overall situation? Yes, I do!

Based on the rule of surprise: If there is a chance that something will go wrong, no matter how small the chance is, it will.

When fighting against these evil beings with special killing rules, one could easily fail if one is not careful.

It has no necessary connection with whether a person is careful and does not make mistakes.

Earlier, when [Shaman Mask] attacked the patrolman Jack, he didn't even have time to react to pull the trigger.

He had his face and life taken away without any chance of resistance.

At this time, facing the sudden attack of the cursed creature based on the killing rules, [Hook] also had no chance to dodge.

"what!"

As soon as the mask was attached to his face, countless sharp barbs appeared on the inside, hooking his entire face.

Then, a viscous liquid like asphalt and resin gushed out from the [Shaman Mask] and turned into black feathers, a crown, and feather clothes.
[Hook] The exposed skin also began to bleed, rot, and fester, turning into a pile of rotten flesh.

It was obvious that they wanted to transform him into the Azik Shaman.

Apparently, its previous victim may have evolved in the same way, and the unified "shaman" is just the former image of the mask's owner.

And it's not just the terrifying appearance. The crazy will of countless dead people in the mask is also constantly instilling into his brain.

To transform his soul into his own shape.

"No! Damn it, don't even think about controlling me!"

Under the mask, a pair of eyes belonging to [Hook] lit up with a spiritual glow that burned like flames.

His spiritual power exploded to the limit, and actually expelled the sticky and smelly black liquid from the surface of his body.

Then he grabbed the edge of the mask with each hand and tore it hard.

Even if he lost his right eye and left hand, and then his face, he would still tear this evil thing off.

Byron, who was unable to stop it, was startled when he saw this:
"Huh? This seems to be a will test? Anchored confrontation?"

Of course he knew that a firmly anchored transcendent being would be much more resistant than ordinary people to these evil monsters.

Especially when he borrowed a large sum of money at high interest rates, this mystical causal relationship was further strengthened.

If the [Hook] cannot resist the erosion of the mask, it will naturally become a tool of this cursed object.

But if he is strong enough and has a strong will, he may be able to subdue this cursed object that has killed countless people and become its new master!
"But I don't think you have a chance to turn the tables, or even to hold on for a long time."

Especially when Byron saw the Marines under Hook, who were strong and well-equipped with large loans from him.

I couldn't help but wipe the saliva from the corner of my mouth, and I felt that he could not hold on any longer.

“If someone with a big picture perspective were here.

Even though he knew that this guy was extremely unfriendly to him, he even regarded him as a competitor who was squeezing out limited resources and he wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

In order to ensure the conquest of the third city-state of Tlacopan and safeguard the overall interests of the kingdom, they may put aside past grudges and help him out of trouble.

Even if we take a step back, at least we won't kick him when he's down or give him a push from behind.

But do I look like someone who can see the big picture?"

Without even a moment's hesitation, Byron turned around and waved at the patrols that were hesitating whether to fight or retreat:

"Quick, brothers, fire!
Let's take advantage of the opportunity that Lord [Hook] has fought for us and strike first and hit him on the head.

Otherwise, if this mask gets the body of a second-level transcendent, we will be in big trouble.

You don't want to let down Captain Hook's sacrifice, do you?"

At the same time, I silently said in my heart:

“Yes, of course I am!

But my interests are the overall situation.

Weakening the House of York was more important than weakening Castile.

Since the rules of [Shaman Mask] are passed between the killer and the killed.

I would boldly guess that if we kill the person before it completes the transfer, we may be able to end this cycle.

What if I guess wrong?

Hey, it's not my fate anyway, so what's the harm in giving it a try?"

It has to be said that Hook's men were a little hesitant when they heard Byron's order.

The [Slitthroat] on the other side issued the same order almost at the same time as him.

"Open fire and free Captain Hook."

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Using a muzzle-loading flintlock rifle to accurately shoot at the head, oh, the mask is a joke.

After a concentrated fire, [Hook]'s entire body was covered with a hornet's nest.

"Hey, hey, hello, hello."

Many of Hook's men had only been with him for less than a month, and had not developed any deep feelings for him.

Worried that I won’t be able to kill the mask in one round.

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, they followed suit without any psychological pressure and joined in the concentrated fire.

Murmur
Before he could finish his last words, the spiritual glow in the pirate leader's eyes suddenly dissipated, and a huge amount of blood spurted out from countless holes.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At this point, it no longer mattered whether the will and anchoring of the Hook could satisfy the conditions for conquering this cursed object.

There is no chance to verify it anymore.

Byron and the [Slitthroat] next to him looked at each other and they unexpectedly felt a sense of mutual sympathy.

After confirming through eye contact, we all know that none of them are good people.

However, now is not the time for them to breathe a sigh of relief.

Byron's guess that the cycle can be interrupted as long as the possession is not completed does not seem to be entirely correct.

[Hook] The blood in the body only splashed for a short while before gradually turning into a sticky black liquid with a strong stench.

When the body below the hooked neck was completely dissolved, only the head wearing the mask was left.

The total amount of black liquid was far greater than the total amount of blood in the ten people. It flowed on the ground and gradually condensed into dark hands and feet.

The shaman mask that supported the hook and only managed to erode half of its head stood up again and turned into a foul-smelling multi-legged corpse.

It seems that because the [God of Death] Apuch holds the power of death, he can exert a certain degree of his own strength with the help of a corpse.

It was just that in Byron's [spiritual vision], it looked hideous and terrifying on the surface, but the aura on its body was clearly fading rapidly.

“[Hook]’s death just now was not in vain.

Killing his host in time is part of the success. Once the corpse monster explodes, the mask will return to being a dead object."

He immediately waved to the elite pirates and said:
"Fireguns and swords are no longer effective against this kind of monster. Everyone, don't gather together. Disperse quickly and retreat with me."

Byron could see it, and of course the [Slitthroat] beside him could see it too.

However, it is not as easy as Byron who has no subordinates here.

[Slitthroat] didn't dare to let this guy really run wild on the spot, otherwise the elite members of his patrol team would suffer heavy casualties.

Even if the mask is replenished with an endless supply of corpses, it is still unknown what it will become.

"Hurry, go ahead and notify General Newman who is on duty tonight to come over for support."

Then he pounced forward like a nimble monkey.

He stepped on the shadow cast by the monster under the light of the torch.

The shaman mask that was about to charge at the crowd suddenly froze in place, as if someone had stepped on the brakes.

On the other hand, under the assassin's hood, veins on the neck of the Slitthroat were bulging, as if he was wrestling with a wild bull with all his might.

He was also shocked in his heart:
“The final burst of that mask, which consumed the corpse of a second-level transcendent, was surprisingly so powerful!
My [Shadow Assault] can barely control it."

At this moment, the shadow under his feet also made the same movement as him, and it was even slightly distorted because of the great strength used.

Gritting his teeth, he drew the throat-slitter and the dagger from his shadow's waist at the same time.

He swung the blade in the air, but the dagger in the shadow's hand suddenly slashed on one of the monster's shadows.

puff!

With a dull thud, several black limbs on the shaman mask fell to the ground along with their shadows.

It is the black magic mastered by this pirate general - [Shadow Assault]!
Use a forbidden ritual to cut out your own shadow and transform it into a mysterious killer who can travel between two and three dimensions.

It has no direct physical killing power, but it can achieve all kinds of strange effects that are impossible to achieve in the material world by interfering with the target's shadow.

For example, now, as long as you step on the opponent's shadow, you can make the opponent unable to move, and cutting off the opponent's shadow can hurt the real body.

Side effects: The skin can no longer face the sun directly, otherwise the whole person will melt away in the light like a shadow.

Therefore, the [Slitthroat], who looks a bit gloomy on the surface, always hides himself under the black hood.

Only at night do I dare to show a little skin.

But his black magic was obviously not yet perfected. The monster forcibly resisted the drag of the shadow under its feet and walked towards him step by step.

Getting closer and closer.

The horrible stench filled my nostrils and I almost cried.

At this time, the pirates from other patrol teams had not run far away.

"No, my spirit is almost exhausted. Even if the team suffers losses, it is better than sacrificing myself.

Shadow, collect! "

Just as [Slitthroat] was about to undo the black magic and turn around to escape towards the camp, preparing to use the slower ordinary pirates to save his own life first.

call--!
A gust of wind suddenly blew past him.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, he actually took the initiative to launch a counter charge towards the monster with missing arms and legs.

He still shouted:
"For General Newman, for His Majesty the King!"

However, it was Byron who activated [Echoes of History] and saw through all of this, and took decisive action when the corpse monster was at its weakest.

Byron draws his gun quickly, and steals peaches even faster!

At this time, he also wore an eagle beak amulet around his neck, as if he was working part-time as an [Eagle Spirit Warrior] among the indigenous people.

In fact, it mainly utilizes the magic ability of the [Eagle Spirit Warrior] to fly at high speed and summon strong winds, which is similar to the fighting style of the [Storm Knight].

It's just used as a disguise.

Although, as long as you are willing to bear the side effects, there is no problem in learning as much forbidden knowledge as possible at the same time.

However, the side effects of the Eagle Spirit Warrior are significant, but it will not improve his combat effectiveness much.

For example, Wyandotte, who had just taken office, suffered from farsightedness and could no longer see things within half a meter around him.

Under the effect of [Son of the Storm], Byron danced with the wind while waving his clumsy arms around.

He didn't touch the stinking corpse fluids, but drew his gun at lightning speed like a low-sequence first-rate shooter.

The fire lines intertwined, and every bullet hit the shaman mask's forehead.

It was beaten so hard that it whimpered and retreated repeatedly, and it also received grateful glances from many pirates.

At this moment he was like a hero!
"Mr. Sea Hunter is indeed as loyal as the legend says.

What a nice guy! "

It took a lot of effort to weaken the monster to the limit.

However, because he was at the end of his strength, the [Slitthroat] finally gave up:
"you***,***"

Before he could utter a single curse word, he was completely drowned out by the thunderous cheers:

"Sea Hunter! Sea Hunter!"

But Byron did not take the risk to kill the other party.

Instead, he kept repelling and dodging like a mouse playing with an elephant, and finally held on until the corpse monster ran out of spiritual power and collapsed automatically.

After confirming that there was no problem, he picked up the skull mask from a pool of corpse fluid.

At this time, he finally realized where that very familiar sense of déjà vu came from.

(End of this chapter)