Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 297: Despicable Strangers and Even More Despicable Strangers
"Murderer Kruger?!"

But Thomson immediately denied his guess and shouted at the empty rain curtain in front of him:
"Impossible, the place where Kruger was resurrected last time was the capital of our Grand Duke of Courland.

It has only been two years since it was killed by the church's "Night Watch". Even the cursed spirit cannot be resurrected so quickly and come to the colony to kill people.

who are you? "

At the same time, he clenched his fist suddenly, and a blood-colored extraordinary aura burst out from his body, transmitting to every Principality soldier nearby, exploding into bright [Iron Blood Aura].

However, he brazenly activated the Knight's core ability at the third level [Knight Commander]:
“You can gather the strength of your knights. The stronger the strength and the more people there are, the better the effect.

He can also bestow various aura abilities upon his subordinates, allowing them to unleash a combat power far greater than the sum of their parts.

Only this third-level ability can surpass the [Pirate Battle Flag] (Chapter 83) used by pirates to rally people. "

Thomson roared:
"Gather together, everyone form a formation!"

The soldiers hiding in other longhouses seemed to be inspired with courage. They immediately drew their sabers and rushed out.

The blood-colored aura on their bodies connected into one, and the army formation of more than 200 people was like a solid wall.

The halo condenses the blood and courage of the soldiers into substance. While providing comprehensive protection for the soldiers, it is most suitable for dealing with illusory spiritual enemies.

Whether facing evil spirits or demons, fear is the greatest way to death.

Moreover, in this world of low magic, even the strongest [King] can only defeat a thousand people at most. There is no ability greater than the power of gathering people.

Even when facing a fourth-level hero without guards, Major General Thomson is confident that he can kill him!

However, it still didn't work.

The seemingly indestructible wall of steel seemed to be completely non-existent in front of the hideous and terrifying killer.

As one soldier after another died tragically in pieces, the other survivors were frightened and their morale completely collapsed.

The [Iron Blood Aura] based on bloody courage naturally became ineffective on the spot.

"Help, don't kill me!"

As the first soldier howled and broke away from the army, fleeing for his life towards the warships on the beach, the iron wall collapsed.

The other soldiers didn't want to be the one who ran slower than their companions, so they immediately fled in all directions.

The sailors on the ship were still there. If they could escape onto the warship, they might be able to escape from the hands of that terrifying being.

"This is impossible!
Even the real killer Kruger in the dream doesn't have the ability to ignore the [Iron Blood Aura] like this."

Thomson was furious.

He was a veteran, but he still found it hard to imagine what level of power could completely crush his team.

until
puff!

The head of the dark wizard Tiger beside him suddenly split into four pieces, and a steel claw easily pierced his chest, holding a throbbing heart.

A very young and attractive voice chuckled in Thomson's ear:

“Hehe, you don’t think you guys are still in the real world, do you?

Open your eyes and look, from the moment the first raindrop hits the ground, you have already entered a shallow dream.

If the psychic hadn't left and you hadn't been able to distinguish between reality and dreams until now, it wouldn't have been so easy for me, the Nightmare, to kill you."

Thomson slowly lowered his head and looked at his still beating heart. He seemed to have thought of something and his eyes widened a little bit:
"You can speak and have consciousness. You are not the cursed spirit, but the mastermind hidden in the dream as mentioned by the archbishop!

How did you escape from the dream by yourself?"

The voice was a little funny:

"Arrogant outsider, you don't think that all enemies are like in the knight's story, waiting foolishly on the top floor of the castle, watching you clean up the minions on the lower floors, improve your own strength and then pass all the way, right?
If I find someone who can threaten me, I will kill him before he grows up!"

But Thomson could no longer hear what he said.

He fell to the ground with a thud and was completely silent.

real world.

In the increasingly thick fog, an eerie figure slowly extracted itself from the spiritual world littered with corpses.

It manifested in the air as a hybrid of an octopus and a jellyfish.

The head looks like a jellyfish with a translucent, thick umbrella cap, and underneath are tattered human blood vessels and internal organs, as well as jellyfish tentacles, octopus tentacles, or shriveled and skinny limbs of reptiles.

This is the alienated mythical creature [Nightmare], a powerful existence equivalent to the Bloodthirsty Cult [Night Demon] and the Skin Flaying Church [Gorgon].

[Nightmare] Some amorphous shapes changed again, first turning into an ugly half-fish, half-human appearance, and finally turning into a handsome young gentleman in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

It was the exiled Wan people who had appeared several times in the dream city of Luoyan in the New World!
Compared to Byron's path of balancing divinity and animality, the Ladder of Glory and forbidden knowledge, he had to be strong in both.

This young man, who had completely converted to the old gods and succumbed to the beast, had obviously gone further on the path of forbidden knowledge. He had completed the third ritual that countless dark wizards dreamed of, and became a mythical creature comparable to a fourth-level hero.

But this is far from the end for the "Bloodline Original Codex" that can reach the realm of gods.

The young gentleman leaned down with extreme elegance and blew out the ritual candles that the [medium] had placed on the ground one by one, destroying the other party's beacon of return.

He took out another piece of parchment with red writing on a black background and shook it towards the corpses on the ground.

A red light flashed, and all the corpses on the ground had been transformed into [Philosopher's Stone] by the contracted devil transformed by the great pirate Flint.

"The power of [Mammon the Greedy Worm] is surprisingly useful in a place like this.

It's like a wish-granting machine, worthy of being the 'God of Wealth and Greed' from the mythical era."

Putting away the third of the "Faust Contract" in his hand, he strode towards the seaside.

The three warships docked here were not spared, and all the crew members fell into a deep sleep.

The young gentleman took out a heavy book from his arms.

The cover was covered with fish scales, the four corners were wrapped in brass, and in the middle of the cover lay a skull-shaped octopus.

This is the forbidden book "Luo Yan City Textbook" belonging to the Deep Dive Church, and it is also a powerful [Cursed Object] in the category of magic book.

"In the name of the land of Loyan at the bottom of the sea and its inhabitants, praise the sleeping god. In the name of the Seal of Kish and all who obey it, in the name of the Gate to the Deep Sea and all who use it."

Long and strange curses like surging waves poured out of his mouth.

The humid air rippled, and several translucent creatures that looked like jellyfish and octopus emerged from the deep dream and possessed the warship one after another.

Then the three warships seemed to have been submerged in the water for many years. They were quickly parasitized by barnacles and grew tentacles like octopus warships.

The bodies of the sleeping sailors also rapidly transformed, turning into communities of marine life that covered the entire warship and gave them shells.

Then the three warships twisted their bodies and dived underwater, following the guidance of the same source and rushing towards the May Wind which was hiding in the deep sea to recuperate.

The return of the complete octopus battleship has clearly entered the countdown.

At this moment, behind him, strange noises gradually came from the still sleeping indigenous tribe:

"The Era of Luo Yan has arrived, and all living things have died. In the eternal deep sea mansion, the sleeping god who is still dreaming even though he is dead is waiting. Dream, dream."

The mumbling of the old gods from the dream city of Luoyan City seemed to have descended into the real world.

For the indigenous people, the conflict between these two waves of outsiders, one coming from the northern hemisphere and the other from the southern hemisphere, made them the biggest victims.

The young gentleman looked at the warship going away and smiled with satisfaction:

"If it weren't for these self-righteous fools who helped me to open up the dream realm of the sea creatures and the natives, and achieve the 'connection' between the collective subconsciousness of the two huge races.

It is not easy for me to return to the Bantaan Islands through dreams.

The only thing that makes me unbearable is that the environment here is too dry!
I really hope that the Era of Luo Yan will come soon, and the Deep Dive Church serving our Lord will reshape this world."

Looking at the heavy rain in the sky, it was obvious that the dryness he mentioned did not refer to the weather.

Rather, it means that the farther away from the Old Continent, the more abundant the source tide will be.

"Wait until the bloodbath creates more converts for my Lord.

You can cooperate with the priests of the Deep Dive Church to anchor reality, hold a descent ceremony, and summon more "Touch of the Kraken" to descend upon the world.

The first tentacle that was hunting in the North Sea was able to reach the Bantaan Islands in the material world with the help of the massive sacrifice caused by the destruction of the Taya Empire.

Eventually, he was taken to the North Sea by the fools of Hattings.

There was no large-scale blood sacrifice this time. It was not enough for the local indigenous people of Bantaan to enter their dreams.

At least one colonial city with a population of over 10,000 people must be sacrificed.

Obtain more anchors and 'variables' to successfully summon the Lord's second tentacle.

Let me see if there are any isolated colonies with abundant seawater, many colonists, complex nationalities and races, and weak strength.

The young man from Taiwan was looking up and down with a waterproof nautical chart in his hand, and finally his eyes slowly fixed on the intersection of the east-west shipping routes.

A smile of confidence appeared on his lips:

“This is it.

Through my blood sensing, there seems to be some Bay People descendants with very pure bloodline.

I have a good plan for the return of our Lord."

(End of this chapter)