Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"Sky curtain!"

Sherlock fired 60 hormonal bullets at the same time. The bullets were wrapped with three colors of domineering energy, forming a sword array shape in the air. Each hormonal bullet would split into 6 sections, and each split would split into 60 bullets. And so on, forming a sword array all over the sky. Rain of bullets.

Each bullet seems to have eyes. The sight-color Haki locks on the hovering Ao in the sky, the armed-color Haki enhances the power of the bullets, and the Overlord-color Haki shocks the opponent, causing Ao to temporarily lose the ability to move.

The sky curtain solved half of the trouble in the sky at once.

This move is definitely a trump card move to win more with less.

Then Sherlock once again used the ability to shake the fruit, causing an earthquake. Sharp stones erected on the ground, killing one-third of the abyss wolves running rapidly on the ground.

Since Sherlock only has one sword, he cannot perform the three-sword style of reincarnation, and can only simplify it to one-sword style of reincarnation.

As he swung the knife, countless afterimages of the blade were slashed out. Each afterimage was an extremely sharp air flow, making the target feel like he was in a meat grinder.

This wave of operations took away another third of the wolves and the pack.

The 10 giant abyss wolves let out a furious roar and rushed in front of Sherlock in a flash of lightning.

They even trampled the injured wolves around them into pulp.

Sherlock waved his fist, and with the superimposed power of the refreshing iron fist and the shocking fist, he swung towards the giant wolf of the abyss.

The air exploded and the whole space shook.

The giant abyssal wolf was knocked out, but its HP only dropped by 1000 points.

Their defense is really terrifying.

Sherlock knew he was facing a tough opponent this time, so he raised the corners of his mouth and activated the summoning spell.

……

The city of phoenix.

Cathedral of Holy Light.

Herring healed Crocodile's injury and said with a smile, "That's it."

Crocodile nodded slightly and asked, "Where is Houston going?"

"He went into seclusion, saying he was preparing to explore the tomb."

Herring replied.

Crocodile lit a cigar and took a sip thoughtfully: "It seems that he has found a way to become stronger again."

Crocodile stood up, MR.1 followed him, and the two left the Cathedral of the Holy Light.

Herring did not ask where he was going and continued to heal other injured people.

Herring was accompanied by Willie Pope and Missy, a tall and burly clergyman.

Missy was wearing a white robe and a golden mask. According to Willy, Missy was a messenger whose mission was to protect God.

In fact, the priesthood to which Missi belongs not only serves as a protector of God’s messengers, but also serves as an observer.

They want to study what kind of person can summon God and become a vessel for God.

He Ling could feel that Missi was a very powerful person, and even if she tried her best, she might not be able to defeat him.

But fortunately, Missy had no ill intentions towards him. He always kept a certain distance, not particularly close, but always within sight.

“It’s such an amazing way to heal.”

exclaimed an injured civilian.

"Yeah, there's no need to perform a healing ritual."

Another injured person also said that they saluted He Ling at the same time,

"Thank you, Lord Messenger of God."

He Ling was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was him they were calling.

After a busy day, He Ling returned to the dormitory, fell on the bed, and put the quilt over his head.

"I don't know what Sherlock is doing. He has been in seclusion for two days."

He Ling couldn't help but picture Sherlock's handsome face in his mind, and his heartbeat accelerated again.

"I, I, am now Sherlock's wife. I want to be sensible. Well, I must not become a burden to Sherlock."

Herring talked to himself, pulling the cup away and covering it again.

"No, Sherlock."

"Hate."

"No, no, no."

Herring seemed to be imagining the scene of getting along with Sherlock, and let out a pleasant laugh.

She fell asleep amid her beautiful fantasies.

……

Cathedral of Holy Light.

Main classroom.

"My Lord Bishop, the Beloved promised to set off within this month to explore the tomb. Are you really ready?"

asked Willie Pope.

Bishop Bales closed his eyes.

"Willy, have you ever seen real darkness?"

Willy Pope shook his head slightly: "There is no darkness in Phoenix. The last and only time I saw night was caused by the witch."

"But I've always been in darkness."

Bells said slowly, covering his feet with a blanket, "Perhaps, I will become a sinner in this city, but who cares? I was already dead by then, and it will be their freedom no matter how future generations evaluate me."

"Those who long for eternal life will surely hate you for the rest of their lives."

Willie Pope handed over a cup of coffee.

Bells took the coffee and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

"Hate as much as you want, I'm not the only one who will be hated."

"Well, Beloved Leah D. Houston will also be hated by them for the rest of her life."

Willie Pope said.

Bells raised the corners of his mouth:

"But he will have our gratitude."

"I'm afraid he doesn't want your gratitude. He did all this so that he could take the remaining companions out of here and go to the Ermenes Islands."

"Emenes, I heard this familiar name again. There were outsiders who wanted to find Ermenes before, but they could never get out after entering here."

Bales said with a smile, "Recently, I often think back to the past. In fact, my life is not all full of regrets. At least I have met so many different kinds of people. Their world is really wonderful. Everyone is a book."

"Well, you told me once."

Willie Pope looked at the aging Bales worriedly, feeling like he was like a sun that had set, or a dead old man, waiting for his coffin.

"Everyone's world of consciousness is different, but for many outsiders, their world is very wonderful. There are sunrises and sunsets, stars at night, fights and compromises. I really yearn for that kind of life. Although sometimes I am helpless, life is Isn’t it precious because it exists only once and is short-lived?”

Bells said slowly, taking a sip of coffee.

……

Deep soil.

In the third level of the Gate of the Abyss.

Abyss Canyon.

Pipicia promised to show up one month later, but it was three years too late.

In the abyss canyon.

Sherlock sat in the middle of the canyon with his hands in his arms and a dark matter black crystal hanging in his mouth. No abyss monster dared to approach him.

Sherlock exuded a kind of aura that kept strangers away, and he opened one eye.

Pipisia waved to him personally:

"Host, are you still alive?"

The corners of Sherlock's mouth rose, and nine space cracks appeared around him.

Summon 9 huge abyss monsters from the cracks.

Each of them is 30 meters tall, their bodies are covered with viscous liquid, their skin is covered with eyes, and they are heavier than the primitive mammoths.

After stepping out of the space rift, the entire canyon was shaking.

"Many-eyed beast?"

Pipisia swallowed her saliva.

"Give it to me and beat it to death."

Sherlock ordered.

Pipisia kissed her snow-white cheek:

"Damn it, I'm so good-looking and you actually want to hit me."