Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 103, Human Traffickers
Mosa also wants to curse!
The body was guarded by Nera Olde at the gate of the palace. It was already very laborious for Mosa to manipulate the sand and a small amount of body elements at such a long distance, and it was almost impossible to complete the capture.

Not to mention that after being captured, Ban Milet was successfully brought out from the depths of the palace.
Originally, Mo Sa thought that it would be much easier to deal with Ban Milet if he lived alone in the corner of the palace. It would be very easy to capture him or take him away from the palace after successful capture.

But who would have thought that this guy was such a ghost.
Mosa said——

The place where you least want him to go is the main hall, okay? !

Sweeping that area with the color of knowledge and knowledge is like the lights of thousands of families!
Almost all the masters of the entire palace were concentrated there, densely packed in layers! !

How can I catch him?

Flip table (Д`)彡┻━┻

So now I have to spend most of my energy manipulating the sand to attack the little prince and queen, so as to hold back the guards
Moreover, it is necessary to control the intensity in case one of the two of them is killed.
Then I might be really cool, let alone the mission, even escaping Heliopolis is enough
To put it simply, Mosa is very upset right now.

heart block (ω)
It’s fine if I go there when I’m in full bloom, and even if all the masters in the palace are present with the rustling fruit and domineering cultivation, I can still forcibly squeeze this guy away.
but
Mosa glanced at the front, already a little shaky, but still stared at his Nera Olde.
I don't know how this guy cultivated. Obviously, the level of arrogance and domineering can only be called average, but his perception is so sharp that he can find my body element every time.
That is to say, the baby is still a little young now, and his armed strength is poor, and he will be seriously injured after a few hits, and he will have to run for his life after a while, so he must maintain his condition.

If in a few more years, when I'm older, I won't put you in eighteen poses casually
Mosa complained crazily in his heart
deep resentment (_)
The best way now is to find a way to let Ban Milet escape by himself. As long as he escapes to the edge of the palace, I am sure to pack him up and take him away!
But it can't be done at all!

He was stuck in the hall like a nail. If he was taken away by force, he would have to bring back the corpse.
Hiss Mosa suddenly discovered
How do you feel like a human trafficker? !
ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ

All of a sudden, dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, fine rain began to fall, and a greater murderous intent was brewing in the clouds!
"What!?" Mosa suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and his face, which was still slightly smiling just now, instantly turned sour, even so bad that it started to turn black.

In an instant, heavy rain poured down, vigorously washing the city shrouded in sand and dust.

The sand curtain that Mosa had expected to last at least until a few hours after he left was getting wet by the downpour of rain and gradually fading away.

Mosa squeezed the name "Ob-Lane!" through his teeth.

"Your Majesty is back."

"You came back so quickly. Why is it this time!"

Ignoring Nera Olde who suddenly made a sound, Mosa gritted his teeth, his heart was full of entanglements and struggles, and it was at this juncture, it would be interesting if the success fell short.

It's like playing a long-term business war game, working desperately day and night for a week, almost dying suddenly, and finally stumbled into the enemy's lair, and was about to get the fruits of victory.

As a result, an enemy epic-level hero unit that he racked his brains and managed to get rid of suddenly popped up next to him.

And it is the kind that can turn the tables with one's own strength.
Mosa's heart collapsed, it would be embarrassing if someone turned the tables at this moment
No matter how unwilling he is, Mosa can't change the ending. After learning how to take deep breaths and adjust his mentality in the training camp in the past,
Mosa grinned and revealed a strange arc, his eyes shone fiercely, "Cut, if the induction fails, you can only capture it by force! Ban Milet, I hope you will be more tenacious and don't die all at once. !"

Pharaoh O'Brien of the Rain?

Then see if you can make it in time!
Mosa, who made the decision, no longer delays, and doesn’t care about Neraolde anymore. The moment Neraolde spoke just now, Mosa has seen his details clearly—it’s already at the end of his battle, but he just relied on the secret technique to hold back Just pretending to the last breath.

Mosa left a fake sand model in place, the kind that looks like a sand sculpture
Nera Olde can't tell the difference anymore!

Mosata flew directly to Heliopolis Hall in an elemental form. With all his strength, he split half of the sand to attack the queen and prince of Heliopolis, and forcibly dragged down the masters in the palace. They dare not be distracted.

The other half no longer cared about Ban Milet's life, and tried to capture him as quickly as possible!
In just half a minute, Mosa, who went all out, broke Ban Milet's limbs, and forcibly left the resplendent palace with blood dripping from his arms.

O'Brien will get closer to here every second, which means that Mosa's escape will be a little more difficult, so Mosa has completely ignored whether he will accidentally kill Ban Milet and lower his assessment evaluated.

If you can't save your life, you don't care about your rank!
what bike!
(*￣m￣)
Before leaving, Mosa switched his perspective to the sand model at the gate of the palace. He stared at Nelaold's dizzy pupils and said word by word:
"I suggest you take a good rest. It is still possible to save your life. Although our positions are different, I respect your character very much. I will remember your name, Nera Olde."

"Cough cough, don't even think about it, don't even think about entering the palace... Phhhh."

Facing Mosa’s parting warning, Neraolde, as always, yelled out the words he kept on his lips—as if it was his existence that he would never forget even if he lost his life or lost his mind. significance!
". Already delirious?"

"Remember, my name is Mosa! Mosa of Sand! In the future, this will be a famous name!"

Mosa immediately turned into flying sand and left with a gust of wind.

"I know that I am not good at strategy, at least for the time being. My plan is not to mention Mr. Warring States, even my old father is far inferior to me, so this time I can only choose to go straight. It works! Although it may be luck, but these are not important! Luck is also a part of strength~" - the well-known genius of the Navy Headquarters Sazhi Mosa.

********
Hey, what's the matter, do you have a ticket?

(End of this chapter)