Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

In an instant, the fort flew above the sky and split into countless fort mouths. Looking up, they looked like brilliant suns.

And each "sun" is a particle cannon capable of destroying towns.

"Sawyer, do you want to kill us all?"

Hanson asked angrily.

"Before you bury us all, let me deal with you first."

The young man Mingming, who had not made any move until now, suddenly appeared behind Sawyer. He stretched out his hand and touched Sawyer's armor.

The golden armor instantly melted and fell to the ground. This was alchemy changing the form of things.

Sawyer knew that if his body was touched by the boy, it would also cause disintegration.

A flying sword rushed over and separated Ming Ming from Sawyer.

"Hahaha, isn't it said that there are gods in this world? I just want to see what their gods are like? At this level, it should be easy for gods."

Sawyer waved his hand, and a bell flew down from the sky, accurately covering Mingming inside.

"This ancient bell comes from the East. It has 49 layers. You can refine it slowly. Don't disturb me, hahaha."

Weapons continued to piece together under Sawyer's feet, forming a giant weapon robot that lifted him high into the air.

It would be difficult for anyone else to hurt him.

Sherlock stood up slowly and gritted his teeth. There was nothing he could do, so let's use his trump card.

Pipisia personally reminded:

"Host, it's not that there is no solution. Why don't you kill Lauberon? You are not far from him now, and you can solve it with just one bullet."

"..."

Sherlock was sweating, this guy Lauberon actually came back!

All the particle cannons in the sky began to fire, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire world.

Everyone raised their heads and looked to the sky, despair filling their eyes.

Sawyer, this pervert, is simply a legendary krypton gold player. He can do everything with one piece of equipment... Sherlock cursed and decided to use his trump card to save his own life.

Suddenly, at the moment the particle cannon fell, an angelic light appeared above the sky.

The white wings seemed to wrap around everything, and a huge barrier began to spread with her as the center, covering the entire city.

"Herring."

Sherlock would not admit his mistake, her petite figure looked particularly majestic at this moment.

"God of the Phoenix, please give me strength."

He Ling chanted a spell in an ancient language, and her eyes suddenly turned red. The veins hidden under her skin bulged one by one, and a powerful force was brewing in her body.

The particle cannon blasted down instantly. He Ling opened his hands, and the huge barrier began to deform. It was like a dragnet that wrapped all the destructive particle cannons. The net continued to shrink, and finally squeezed the particle cannon into a blue ball of light.

He Ling stretched out his hand and hit the blue light ball towards Sawyer in mid-air.

Sawyer, who was still in surprise, had no time to dodge and summoned all the weapons in front of him to resist the attack.

But these weapons cannot stop the highly compressed particle cannon at all.

A blue light wave turned all weapons into nothing.

Finished!

Sawyer broke out in cold sweat and felt death approaching.

But the next second, he found himself falling heavily to the ground.

"Gravity bondage."

The restraints placed on him by Jessica the Mummy saved his life.

Sawyer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and got up from the ground, still in shock.

"Why...save me?"

Sawyer thought that he had never regarded this group of people as companions.

The corners of Jessica's mouth raised:

"Because we have encountered a difficult enemy."

All eyes were focused on the beautiful girl in the sky.

He Ling's face was pale, her eyes were red, and her white wings were suddenly dyed with the blood red of the sunset.

"How long have I been sleeping? Who woke me up?"

She spoke slowly, her voice was ethereal and evil, and her tone of voice was completely different from usual.

Her expression was cold and contained no emotion.

Sherlock looked at Herring, but it felt like he was looking at another person, maybe not a human being.

"She's not Herring."

Pipicia popped up her head and looked at Sherlock,

"Let's go, escape to Yuan Tu, it's important to save your life."

Sherlock swallowed his saliva. Did Pipicia's kiss mean that even if he used his trump card, he couldn't defeat him?

But...shouldn't He be on his side?

Missionary Willie Pope, who came with Herring, immediately fell to the ground:

"Welcome the great Lord Phoenix."

All the people in Phoenix City immediately knelt on the ground, pressed their heads tightly to the ground, and said piously:

"Welcome the great Lord Phoenix."

Willie Pope didn't expect that the bishop would tell Herring the method of summoning God.

But if Herring hadn't chosen to summon Phoenix at that time, maybe everyone would have died.

Phoenix looked down at his slender hands, feet, body and wings, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"This girl is very good, I like her very much."

Sherlock was stunned. He raised his head and met Phoenix's greedy eyes.

"Give me back Herring."

Everyone was stunned, someone dared to speak to Lord Phoenix like this!

You know, this man is God!

Phoenix looked down at Sherlock with cold eyes. Sherlock looked directly into his eyes, giving him an extremely familiar feeling.

"The Phoenix Favorite, the Death Row Executor, and the Suturer of Souls have been entangled by three curses. The familiar aura on your body comes from the same hometown as mine. If you serve me devoutly, I can help you remove it. The curse.”

Phoenix's eyes seemed to be looking at a servant, which made Sherlock feel uncomfortable all over.

Indeed, since entering this strange city, Sherlock's curse has not occurred. If Phoenix is ​​willing to take action, maybe he can really break the curse on him.

However, Sherlock knew that the price demanded by the devil was not something people could pay casually.

In Shylock's eyes, the person who makes people like the nun suffer disaster day after day, year after year, is not a god, but a devil.

"Serve? How to serve?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't care about this girl's past, but now, she is mine."

The corners of Phoenix's mouth raised slightly, and he turned his face to look at the wings on his back. The blood-red feathers were dyed golden in the dusk light. Phoenix bathed in the sunshine and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

"It feels so good to be able to wake up. Although the girl's body can only carry one-tenth of my soul, this is enough."

"If you mean to serve, you want me to obediently let you take the Shehering Spirit. I'm sorry, but I can't do it!"

Sherlock used Moon Step and appeared opposite Phoenix, in mid-air with him.

Phoenix frowned slightly, waved his finger, and a stream of light passed through Sherlock's thigh, knocking him directly to the ground.

"Insignificant human being, I don't like anyone standing at the same height as me."