Pirates making memes: get eight magic skills at the beginning

In the vast and desolate wilderness, stood a tall cross. A burly and sturdy figure was firmly tied up, his limbs spread out and nailed to the cross. Only his head could barely turn.

"where is this place?"

When Edward Weibull opened his eyes, what he saw was a desolate and uninhabited land. The night sky shrouded the land like a dark and dark curtain, only a blood moon soaked with mottled blood hung high in the sky, as if someone Watch the little man in the bottle through this blood moon.

Dead silence, gray defeat.

This was the first impression of Yuedu Space on Edward Weibull.

Edward Weibull subconsciously mustered up the strength comparable to a giant in his body. His two fat arms protruded with veins like earthworms. His ten fingers were clenched into fists. His fingertips turned white due to too much force. Blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.

No matter how great Edward Weibull is, he can't shake the cross.

This is not only the trial court where the sinful people are judged, but also the mass grave where the damned are buried!

Guilty, Edward Webble is doomed!

In the sight of Edward Weibull, a familiar figure suddenly appeared from the endless darkness. Instead of forming a strong conflict with the surrounding dark environment, the pure white navy uniform gave people an inexplicable harmony. It feels like the boy in front of him is an angel holding a butcher knife.

Justice and evil, two diametrically opposed temperaments, appear in the same person at the same time.

"Let go of me! Let me go!"

Edward Weible grinned and breathed out a sweet breath.

At this moment, he is like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a cage, and there seems to be no other feasible way other than being incompetent and furious to cover up the panic in his heart.

Although Edward Weibull always gave people the impression of low IQ, he still knew very well that once he fell into the hands of the enemy, his situation would not be much better.

Yang Ming seemed to have never heard of it, and walked forward on his own, with system prompts echoing in his ears.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of lol and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

"Yes!"

In Yang Ming's line of sight, a lottery roulette that no one else could observe gradually emerged, which was divided into four columns: normal skills, hero skills, equipment props, and hero skins.

Common Skills: Barrier, Purification, Insight, Ignition, Weakness, Flash, Ghostly Walk, Heal, Clarity, Garrison, Crossbow Guard, Retribution, Mark, Teleportation.

Hero skills: Shattering Fire, Lava Shield, Alpha Strike, Meditation, Promise Sword, Void Blade, Energy Pulse, Null Ball...

Equipment props: Hex Belt, Glory of Justice, Twin Shadows, Power of Three Phases, Boots of Speed...

Hero skins: Future Warrior, Steel Wings, Fengxian Lu Bu, Champion's Blade...

[Backstab]: Passive skill, a normal attack launched from behind the target will produce a critical strike.

This reward is better than nothing.

Yang Ming came in front of Edward Weibull, his pupils under the drooping bangs revealed indifferent eyes, as if giving an ultimatum to the sinner, he said:

"I said, I will be your worst nightmare!"

After the words fell, the Zanpakuto in Yang Ming's hand pierced Edward Weibull's body without hesitation.

Edward Weibull has insensitivity to pain, and has a strong resistance to pain, and a mere knife is not painful at all.

Just when Edward Weibull was lucky, his pupils suddenly dilated.

What did he see?

Thousands of Yang Mings!

Figures in pure white navy uniforms appeared from the depths of the darkness, and came to him expressionlessly, repeating the same movement mechanically.

The white knife goes in, the red knife goes out!

Edward Weibull was like riding a roller coaster, his mood experienced ups and downs and twists and turns, and various expressions appeared on his ugly face one by one, rejoicing, surprise, panic, fear, and finally turned into a face of numbness.

Everyone is numb!

In this monthly reading space where time and space are distorted, Edward Weibull didn't know what kind of horrible torture he had experienced, and he couldn't know how long it had passed.

a year?ten years? 100 years? 1 years?

The darkness overwhelmed Edward Weibull's vision like a tide, and the suffocating sense of fear overwhelmed his remaining reason, and he howled like a beast.

After a short breath, when Yang Ming's spirit exited the moon reading space and returned to reality, he saw the tall figure of Edward Weibull kneeling on the ground, tears and snot flowing down together, as if he had just fished it out of the sea. He woke up normally, panting heavily, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

Even facing the Zanpakuto handed in front of him, Edward Weibull's fragile spirit could no longer support his powerful body. Obviously his body wanted to move instinctively, but his mind was left blank and blank.

Many dead threads on Edward Weble's body converged to the suture joints on his body, forming an obvious dead spot, which was surprisingly not in his heart.

I'm afraid that even if his heart was pierced, it would only be a serious injury, not death in the true sense.

Zanpakuto pierced along the dead point, cutting off Edward Weible's vitality.

The corpse of this strong man collapsed down like gold and jade, and there was a strange smile on his face before he died, as if he was glad that he was finally able to get out of the sea of ​​suffering and not have to recall endless nightmares again.

"Huchi! Huchi!"

Zanpakudao was stuck upside down on the deck, Yang Ming clenched the handle of the knife, leaning on the knife to breathe.

The Kaleidoscope Sharingan has already returned to the normal state of black pupils. Apart from the pain in the eyes, Yang Ming's head feels like being pricked by needles, and he feels mentally exhausted like never before.

Obviously, with his mere seven-year-old mental strength, it will be a bit difficult to perform monthly reading after all.

Seeing that the training ship under his feet was about to sink into the sea, Chief Instructor Zefa cut off a section of hair from the students who died in battle. Meeting Yang Ming's slightly puzzled eyes, Chief Instructor Zefa said with bitterness at the corner of his mouth:

"The old man couldn't take their bodies back for burial, so he had to use their belongings as a substitute. I hope they will know and forgive the old man for his incompetence."

In this world, there is also the saying that one can rest in peace.

When a person dies and is buried in the loess, he will be regarded as a worthy death, which will make the family members feel at ease.

Human beings fall to the ground from their infancy, barefoot on the loess soil, and return to the loess soil cleanly after death, just like an invisible reincarnation.

Instructor Zefa finally looked at the figure lying in a pool of blood reluctantly. Although he was old and his memory was not as good as when he was young, he could still accurately remember the names of every student.

"George, Sandro... Farewell!"

Chief Instructor Zefa had long been used to life and death, and after storing the severed hair, he and Yang Ming left this place through moon steps.

On the way, the two met Lieutenant General He who came to support them, and they returned by warship.

seven days later.

Naval Headquarters.

The sky is clear, the wind is gentle.

Today is a grand day for Yang Ming, and it is also a major event that will be recorded in the history of the navy.

In front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, Taotu Gion was carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on Yang Ming's military uniform. Her white onion-like jade fingers had a pleasant fragrance. When they lightly touched Yang Ming's skin, they always gave people A different feeling.

Yang Ming lowered his head, trying to break free from Momotu Gion's sinful hands, mumbling incessantly:

"Let go of me, I'll do it myself!"

Taotu Gion's soft body was attached to Yang Ming's back, and Yang Ming could feel a heavy weight on his back.

However, a pair of jade hands went around Yang Ming's waist, aimed at the figure reflected in the mirror, and helped him put on the medal of honor. A beautiful face leaned on Yang Ming's small shoulders, and Momotu Gion looked at him. Yang Ming's face was red and his ears were dry, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny. Maybe it was because of the girl's heart, so he deliberately teased:

"Brother stinky, if you are outside, I don't know how many stinky men would like me to help them put on their uniforms. This is a blessing that can't be wished for!"

Yang Ming's complexion turned dark, and he had no choice but to bear the girl's hands on him, his whole body feeling weak.

Seeing that Yang Ming seemed about to have a seizure, Momotu Gion realized that he had played too much, coughed lightly, and defended himself:

"You have to know that as the youngest captain in the history of the navy, you saved the old man Zefa not long ago, and now you are highly valued by the Navy headquarters. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you. If I don't give you Check it out carefully, just because of your careless temperament, you boys may lose things, and I'm doing this for your own good."

Yang Ming took a deep breath, and the fragrance in the air filled his chest cavity.

After finally confirming the uniform, Yang Ming nodded in satisfaction.

Although I was a little upset about Momotu Gion's small actions, girls were more careful than boys. No matter the size of the clothes or the way Yang Ming dressed up, there was nothing to be picky about.

Accompanied by Momotu Gion, Yang Ming walked out of the room with his head held high.

Along the way, all naval officers and soldiers who saw Yang Ming, regardless of their rank, gave him friendly smiles.

In this naval headquarters, it is difficult to say who has the most influence, but if it is said who has the most students, it must be Chief Instructor Zefa.

The story of Yang Ming leaving to save his mentor with his enthusiasm has already spread throughout the navy, and all the navy officers and soldiers who heard about it gave Yang Ming a thumbs up.

Stepping into the hall, Yang Ming stood on the stage.

In the audience, all the admirals were admirals.

Originally, the award ceremony for a mere captain would not be so grand at all.

However, no matter it was Yang Ming's background, his actions, and his demonstrated combat power, all the admirals attached great importance to it.

Facing the eyes, the Marshal of the Warring States personally awarded Yang Ming the rank of captain, and at the same time said a reward that shocked all the generals.

"Given that Captain Yang Ming is young and promising, and has repeatedly made great achievements, I will reward you with the qualification to lead an army alone. You can recruit naval soldiers by yourself. The maximum number of soldiers is 150, and the warship needs to be prepared by yourself!"

Hearing this, the audience was in an uproar.