One Piece: Turning Fruit

Chapter 386 Booty

Fight monsters and explode equipment, this is one of the most basic rules in the game world.

No matter how strong or weak the enemy is, as long as he is killed, something will explode no matter what.

What's more, this is still a priest, if it is really put into the game, it can be regarded as a small boss.

But unfortunately, this is not the game world after all.

As long as you pay, you will be rewarded.

Allen rummaged through the priest's body. Except for some shells and his long gun made of unknown materials, he didn't find anything that looked very valuable.

Holding the tattered toys he found, he returned to the deck of the Merry. Alan sat cross-legged, looked at the thing in front of him, took a sip of his wine, and smashed his tongue, "I shouldn't be in such a hurry. If I knew it, I would Put a set of information on him."

Shaking his head secretly and sighing for a while, Allen quickly put this matter behind him.

The matter is over, so what if Allen doesn't let this matter go.

Speaking of the death of this priest, it is really wronged.

If he hadn't met Allen by chance, he might still be able to spend a long time.

As one of the four priests, his own strength is certain, and he also has a big bird as a mount, which can chase and run.

Even Sauron had a very high chance of losing against him.

Even if he could win, Sauron would have nothing to do with this priest if he wanted to escape.

But who told him that he was so immortal that he just met Allen.

Alan is still in a bad state.

As soon as he came up, before he finished a few words of trash talk, he was caught by Alan's ultimate move in seconds.

Not to mention how good Alan's physical condition is, even if he has adapted to the thin environment of Sky Island, it is impossible for this priest to end up in such a fate.

Maybe you can live a little longer.

It's also his bad luck.
Time is fate, there is nothing to do.

Putting down the wine bottle in his hand, Allen got up and started to fiddle with the pile of spoils.

Needless to say, shells and other things, it is naturally impossible for Allen to use them.

Although Alan saw the angel girl using it when he was in Conis's house, the shells carried by the priest seemed to be of a different type.

Allen fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't figure out how to use it.

Squeeze left and press again, but there is no response.

Put this shell aside, and prepare to let someone who understands it come and take a look.

Then he began to study the spear of the priest riding the big bird.

The spear was about five feet long, close to two meters in length. Such a long weapon was obviously specially made to match the mount of the big bird, and it was not suitable for ordinary people to use.

The material used to make the spear is unknown, but it seems to be metal, but it is definitely not iron or steel.

Alan couldn't tell exactly what it was.

Anyway, it was quite strong, and Allen took his own shark teeth and slashed at the spear, but it had no effect.

"It's possible to fuse this weapon and rebuild a sword," Alan thought while touching the stubble on his chin.

That is to think about it casually, let alone whether this spear can be melted, Alan doesn't know the melting technology alone.

After fiddling with it for a while, Allen lost interest.

He got up and got off the Merry again, and walked towards the priest, planning to check if there was anything useful.

Naturally, it was futile again.

Sitting on the steps of the living altar, he looked at the wings of the big bird and the priest who fell in front of him.

The people here seem to have spread a pair of small wings, and they don't know what's the use. Judging from the size of the wings, they can't support them to fly.

But if it's just a decoration, it doesn't make sense.

Conforming to nature is evolution. Could it be that the people here grow a pair of small wings just because they live thousands of miles above the sky? !

I don't understand, Alan is not an expert in this area, and after thinking about it for a while, he left it behind.

Instead, he began to think about whether the pair of small wings could be eaten.

Waiting is also waiting, what else can Allen do.
It's also a good thing to eat something you haven't seen once in a while.

Although such an idea can already be called anti-human, isn't the purpose of something like wings grown for people to eat? ! (manual dog head)

Allen just ate a pair of wings and nothing else.

"There shouldn't be any problem," Allen said with hesitation in his eyes.

"Well," Allen was really tempted.

But when Allen was bored and began to think about whether eating angel wings was a cannibalism.

Allen has recovered a bit, and at this time, the knowledge-colored arrogance that maintained a low-frequency wave scan was keenly aware of the change in the knowledge-colored arrogance that belonged to the god Enilo permeating the sky.

In Alan's perception, he saw that a small part of the knowledge-colored arrogance that was originally chaotic and randomly diffused in the sky was locked on himself.

Allen raised his head suddenly, got up quickly and held his hand on the shark's teeth around his waist.

"Did you notice me?!" Allen thought deeply in his heart.

"But why is it locked on me again?!"

Looking at the corpse of the priest in front of him, Allen immediately understood what was going on.

Hit the young ones and come the old ones.

It is estimated that his priest was killed. As a god, Enilo naturally wanted to punish the sinner who dared to challenge the majesty of God.

"What kind of attack? Thunder?", staring at the sky, Allen secretly thought about the solution.

Although Luo Lei attacked Ai Lun and did not face it directly, but when he was looking for Nami, Ai Lun saw the leaked traces of power from a distance.

If he was hit directly by such an attack, Alan would probably be struck to death by lightning without even struggling.

While Alan's mind was spinning rapidly, he wrapped his knowledge-colored arrogance around his body, hiding his figure, so that he would not be noticed by the knowledge-colored arrogance of the god.

But Allen also knew in his heart that wrapping himself up with knowledgeable domineering aura was just a delaying tactic.

Let's not talk about how long Alan can last in this state.

The current position alone also determines that it is impossible for Allen to hide his figure for a long time.

Although Alan doesn't know much about these self-proclaimed gods, if he thinks about it with his toes, what would Alan do if he was faced with this situation?
Needless to say, it was a carpet attack!
(End of this chapter)