Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 520 Blood Pirate Gang!
Even if you don't tell me, I can guess what's going on.

Medici sneered, "Every Monday afternoon, you call out your alternate personality and let it manipulate your mind. Then at a fixed time, a part of your consciousness leaves your body, seemingly going somewhere."

He has been inside Luze's body for a long time and must have discovered this pattern.

"Wow, so clever, so amazing, truly worthy of being the Red Angel, to have even noticed something like this." Lu Ze praised Him sarcastically, "Since you are unwilling to answer and do not want this vial of blood, then forget it."

After saying that, he walked to the window and made a gesture as if to throw the vial of blood into the sea.

"Stop, I didn't say I didn't want it anymore."

Medici stated bluntly, "I don't know where you heard that Sasriel was tempted, but the truth is, He Himself was one of the founders of the Rose of Redemption."

In other words, the Rose of Redemption founded by those angel kings was an organization that betrayed the creator of Silver City? Judging from the outcome, they should have succeeded, leading to the latter's demise and the arrival of disaster. Is this how the Forsaken Land was destroyed?
However, there is still one point of doubt.

That was Medici's attitude toward the Creator.

Luze felt more than once that He truly cared deeply for the Creator, not only maintaining reverence for Him but also deeply missing that glorious era. Although a loyal "hunter" sounded very strange, He really didn't seem like the type to betray.

"Medici, do you still believe in that Lord?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Ah"

Medici chuckled, whether because he thought the topic wasn't worth answering or for some other reason, and simply said, "Remember to leave me that vial of blood."

Then He shrank back into Luze's body and said no more.

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the other side.

Roside Islands, offshore.

The afternoon sun shone brightly, illuminating the lush green islands in the distance. Beneath the shadow of a cliff somewhere on one of the islands, seven or eight sailboats were quietly moored, their sails uniformly painted black. The largest of them was a three-masted sailing ship, its mast bearing a flag painted with pale white bones.

Black Death!
"General of Disease" Tracy's flagship!
Moreover, it wasn't just the flagship; all the other ships in her fleet were here as well. With so many ships combined, the pirate crew numbered at least a thousand people.

At that moment, another ship sped towards the opposite side of the convoy.

Upon receiving the signal from the other side, the Black Death dispatched a small boat to approach, pick up the group, and return.

"be honest."

"Misor King said in a deep voice."

He was the third mate of "Admiral Disease," aboard the Black Death, nicknamed "The Clever Talker," with a bounty of £5400. He had originally served under "Admiral Hurricane," Zillingus, but after the fleet came under the control of "Admiral Disease," Tracy, he continued to serve the latter.

“Crack.”

The small boat rocked, creating ripples. These sounds came from his target—a beautiful red-haired girl—who was struggling to break free of her handcuffs and leaping into the water beside him. Tracy had given him the mission of finding "Red-Haired Elaine," and after much searching in the Rothschild Islands, he had finally received good news from the local resistance.

“I told you, behave yourself.” Misor King held “Elaine” firmly on the shoulder, preventing her from standing up.

But he dared not touch too many parts of her body, because she was the boss's woman.

What a pity, such a beautiful girl, although she's not quite as good as the boss. If she were to serve me alongside the boss, my dark thoughts would only linger in his mind for a moment. He then increased the pressure on his palm.

"let me go."

Klein, disguised as Elaine, struggled, convincingly portraying anger, struggle, and resentment, as if he truly were that former noblewoman. This feeling of detachment and fusion made him clearly understand the meaning of the "Faceless Man," and the potion within him was rapidly digested.

While digesting the potion is a good thing, I wonder when Luze will arrive.
Looking at the numerous pirate ships and the massive flagship's densely packed cannons, he felt somewhat uneasy. Fortunately, the human skin talisman was pressed against his chest, giving him a sliver of confidence.

Soon, Klein's small boat arrived at the Black Death, and guided by Misor, he entered his cabin. A blonde maid glared at him with cold, hostile eyes, pointing to the room next door, "Go in."

Her attitude was exactly like that of someone who had encountered a rival in love. It seemed that she was completely obsessed with "General of Disease." Witches are truly terrifying. Klein thought to himself, but his face remained gloomy as he followed the blonde maid into the preparation room.

After that, Klein was forced to change into women's clothing and was led by a blonde maid for a while until he finally met the captain of the Black Death, "Admiral Disease" Tracy.

She was quite beautiful, possessing both feminine grace and masculine charm. With long, black, wavy hair, azure eyes, and a white linen shirt paired with beige trousers, she exuded an irresistible allure.

Klein's disguise as "Red-haired Elaine" in front of Tracy was very successful. Having known Elaine quite well, Tracy didn't notice anything amiss and instead actively approached her, seemingly wanting to engage in some pleasurable activities with "Elaine."

There was no other way; I simply couldn't keep up the act any longer.
Klein seized the opportunity and launched a surprise attack.

"boom!"

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, projecting an invisible attack into Tracy's mind.

The writhing hunger, a "spiritual piercing"!
"Ahhh!"

Taking advantage of Tracy's scream of pain and loss of control, he reached out and removed the extraordinary item she was wearing, reducing her threat while continuing his attack!
The "Disease General" was not to be outdone. After the initial panic, he quickly regained his composure, used the mirror in the room as a substitute, relieved the pain, and began to fight back.

The captain's cabin was filled with white frost and black flames. The abilities of the "Assassin" and the "Clown" allowed them to engage in close combat and clashes of abilities with extremely swift and agile movements. Although Klein was a Sequence 6, he possessed the extraordinary item "Crawling Hunger" from the Shepherd Path, and with the advantage of a surprise attack, he even managed to suppress Tracy for a short time.

"Enemy attack!"

Seeing that she could not win and was even in danger of losing, Tracy raised her voice and shouted outside.

"Enemy attack!"

As if in response to him, the panicked voices of the pirates could also be heard outside.

Once the helpers arrive, they can control this guy. Tracy was just starting to relax when she suddenly felt something was wrong. The noise outside was getting louder and louder, as if not only people were running towards the captain's cabin, but more were rushing towards the deck.

"boom!"

The booming sound of cannons came from afar, and she looked out the window in surprise.

In the distance, a fleet of ships appeared on the water, their blood-stained skull and crossbones flags fluttering in the sea breeze.

Blood Pirates!
(End of this chapter)