Oya? Trixis? Cindy ......"

One by one, no matter how Shaun called, none of the consciousness could answer him.

It's as if it's just a whole bunch of souls, placed on a single body.

Sean didn't know how long it took Moriah to extract so many souls from his body, but it was clear that this mass of various souls mixed together had no unique consciousness.

It looks like a stitching monster, but it's actually like a stitching monster.

There was no response, and no familiar voices were heard, but the stitching monster attacked Sean at Moria's orders.

Headless and brainless attacks.

Sean dodged, followed his huge arms, his feet were light, and leaped upward, giving the stitch a heavy kick.

Still, like a kick on a thick alloy steel plate, Sean's counterattack failed to work, and it made his calves tingle.

It looked like it was just a patchwork of all kinds of strange corpse pieces, but I didn't expect the skin to be so hard.

This is neither scientific nor magical.

Not only that, but the moment Sean came into contact with the stitching monster, he felt an anger that was difficult to quell.

With his hands propped up on the stitch monster's head, Sean came up with a five-point zero difficulty maneuver and used a set of Ora Ora punches upside down.

Successfully knock the Stitch Monster to the ground.

"What did you do?"

Sean asked Moria with a frown.

It's not a simple drain of the soul, but something deeper, it's taboo, it's a situation that Sean never wants to touch.

Ever since he had truly learned the use of Necronomicon Domination, he had been reluctant to use this ability, not only Necronomicon but also Soul Elegy, according to his true thoughts.

At the end of the day, these are abilities that have to do with the dead, with the soul.

Why is the necromancer a character that everyone shouts about in the Hinterland continent, why the number of necromancers has always been scarce, and there is a period of time when they are almost about to become a world protection mage.

It is because those who play with the undead are invisible.

Although I know that the Elegy of Necromancy and Soul is not an ability that necromancers can learn, they are too similar.

If it's not for survival, or for greater strength, at least don't let yourself be completely incapable of self-preservation.

Sean would rather spend the first half of his life going to a church with a lot of believers, in a bishop-like role.

Probably as long as you move your mouth, or be able to speak well, you can gain infinite respect and live the life of a nun who has something to do and nothing to do, this is not to say.

Sean also wants to live such a life, if there is no change in the Fei Lie family, or if he has not heard of the birth of Prince Arthas on the continent next door, Sean will probably move towards this goal.

Moria clasped her hands in her arms, still with the same duck voice, her neck stretched, and a sneering expression, as if she was laughing at herself.

There was a whirring wind roar behind him, and of course Ora Ora Ora's punch method could not completely defeat the stitching monster, and this set of punches would not have much lethality.

In ancient times, this was just a martial art used for sparring.

If someone gets into a dispute, they limit the use of this move.

Not only can you defeat your opponent without hurting your bones, but you can also humiliate your opponent fiercely.

Just imagine, they are all characters with heads and faces, and when they fight, they are shot into the air by the other party for dozens of seconds, what a shameful thing it is.

Moreover, in the dispute of dividing the winner and the loser with the Ora Ora fist method, after the winner is divided, he cannot go to the other party for trouble later, which is the default rule of the whole society.

"Sean, are you a pig beast?" It was Trixi, and Sean recognized it as soon as he heard the familiar voice. Only Trixis likes to curse himself like this.

"Woohoo." The voice of the unknown sounded very excited.

"Lao Tzu wants a hundred harems, and Lao Tzu wants to sing songs every night."

Sean covered his face, fortunately, Moria didn't hear the sound coming from the body of the stitching monster, and if he didn't let it, he was the soul of a gentleman who was slandered by the world, and I was afraid that he would be detained again.

"Hahahaha, Sean, I'm alive!!"

"Well, Cindy, probably."

I don't know why, have these souls learned to speak when they leave their bodies?

Watching the stitching monster dancing and beating, Sean really didn't want to say to Cindy, you can probably only experience the outside world for a while, and you will have to go back later.

There's also a fact that Sean doesn't want to face.

Battlefields and camps, something as big as that happened.

Sean wasn't sure if Cindy's original body was still fresh.

If the circle fails, or maybe Ann and Thompson have encountered something bad in the Mysterylands.

If no one maintains the circle, Cindy is lucky, and may be able to get a dried corpse, but if it is almost, in fact, the current stitching monster body is also a good choice.

Voices can be heard, but these souls can't control the body of the stitching monster.

The strangeness of the Devil Fruit, Sean can also be regarded as having seen it.

The inexplicable world, the inexplicable abilities, the inexplicable social relationships.

It's all hard to get Sean into it.

If the world of species is a contradiction between species and human beings, in fact, the solution is very simple, as long as the species disappears, it is a slightly normal world.

And this world full of seas, Sean doesn't know what to say about him.

If he can't stand the rule of the world government, Sean has never heard of anyone who combines the power of the people to liberate the people of the world under the banner of love and peace.

Just like in the village of Cocoa West, the more powerful fish-people are like a closed country, able to rule dozens of islands for years.

And the navy, which manages the world, does not matter.

As if, the number of people is not the criterion that can determine the power of the world, and the strength of the individual is above all of them.

As if in line with this situation, the appearance of the Devil Fruit has magnified the advantage of personal strength.

A person with strong strength, facing 10,000 ordinary people, can probably annihilate them without blood.

Strange world, strange phenomenon.

Sean stared at Moria, looking at his old god again, and really couldn't figure out, what was he doing this for?

Dodging the Stitch Monster again, Sean could hear the voices coming from the Stitch Monster's body more clearly, mostly curses.

It is no wonder that whoever calls their own body, their own internal space is their container.

Take Trixi, for example, not only did she stay in Nyvenmore's body, but now she also lives in Sean's body temporarily.

This is the first time she has been forcibly stripped out, no less than a thief broke into her home, robbed her of her money, and robbed her of herself.

Not only that, but she had no power to resist, and could only watch Moria do whatever she wanted to her.

Until now, she and the other souls from Sean's body have been rubbed into such an ugly and unbeautiful creature, and they have not had any dominance, how can this make a woman as strong as a queen feel willing.

Constantly listening to Trixi's urging, Sean also felt a headache.

What should I do?

You can't use your sword to slash the stitching monster, whether it's the destruction of the shadow or the elegy of the soul, for him who doesn't have a soul in his body, he can't do it at all.

You can't use your soul as fuel, then Sean hangs up, and Trixis and they have no place to stay, so they lean directly over a corpse, which is just to extend the time in the world.

Moria didn't seem to realize that something was wrong.

The 500 million Bailey pirates, the strength is so strong, Moria can predict it.

And Sean was easily tricked by him, which he didn't expect, and why did it take so many times to extract Sean's shadow before it was cleared, Moria could only attribute this phenomenon to Sean's own speciality.

The era of the sea also means the era of change, and there is no need to panic when a strange person pops up in any corner of the world, as long as it is a guy who survives on the sea, most of them are not surprised.

"It's over."

After distancing himself from the stitching monster, Sean straightened up.

Let it be over if there is no need for the battle, and when he solves the culprit, he will deal with these souls.

Returning to his own internal space again, this is certain, not only Sean thinks so, Sean also believes that the soul group will also choose this way.

If you don't belong to your own world, you don't have nostalgia, so there's no point in staying longer.

The stitch monster seemed to understand Sean's words, perhaps this was the first time that the soul group had done something together.

It doesn't matter if they were once hostile or not, if they are different species or not, only the same goal can bring them together.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, why won't my body move, I'm Cindy, ahhhhh

Probably except for one person.

Apparently Cindy didn't realize what Sean had been through these days.

It was as if he came into contact with the free air of the outside world, and he was carried away.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't resist the joint oppression of the rest of the group.

Everyone has a place to belong, and in Hinterland, souls can take this opportunity to leave Sean's body and return to their homeland.

And here, for them, is nothing but a strange world.

Sean muttered at the stitching monster, and Moria, who was watching the fight, had already opened her mouth wide, something he had never encountered before.

No matter what he ordered, the newly-born Stitch Monster didn't react to the order, instead obediently and quietly stayed where he was, watching Sean walk past him.

"Don't bother thinking in vain, now you and I will fight, if you win, I will dispose of it, if you lose, please die once, okay?"

To put it simply, Sean understands that now is not the time for a war of words.

He could feel that the longer Trixi's souls were out of his body, the worse things would become.

Except for Cindy, who is unknown, the rest of the dango can feel the changes in their bodies, and if they don't hurry up, they may have to stay in this body forever, knowing that Sean has found a way to pull their souls out of this body.

Killing the Stitching Monster can be done easily, but if he does that, the soul will not dissipate, but it will also cause indelible damage to them.

Dominating the necromancer, and not teaching Sean how to pull a soul out of a body, is the job of a necromancer.

is also dealing with souls and undead, and when it comes to professionalism, Sean is just a hairy boy who has just touched the skin.

Borrowing the iron sword in the stitcher's hand, Sean looked directly at Moria, the sword raised flat, and the murderous intent rose.

Sanlang opened his eyes with difficulty, and a feeling of his body being hollowed out kept attacking him.

Thinking back to his last consciousness, Sanlang had a bad premonition.

This kind of hollowed out situation will only appear in his hometown, when he was still a young man, and every man will go through that stage.

In addition to his good physical strength, Sanlang was not very satisfied with what he did back then.

But at least, the hollowed out self still succeeded in setting a relationship and marrying his mother-in-law.

At this time, he felt this feeling again.

Extreme fear,

Sanlang's heart was beating with a pop.

The tension seemed to remind him that it wasn't a dream.

His conjecture may be reality.

Trembling and looking around, when he saw the tired face of the iron head, Sanlang's heart was like a chuckle, not to say how Sanlang was going to do it, at least, he felt that his life had been ruined, whether he was active or passive, he was already an impure man, and he could never go back to the past.

"Yo, you've got a lot of ideas."

The three waves were shocked, how could it be that it was not the iron head who did this, but that he and the iron head fought together all night, and as a result, they were hollowed out together.

Thinking about it this way, Sanlang felt that he still had hope.

Although it is not acceptable to be with the iron head, at least it protects its own purity.

"Hey, stop thinking about it, boy, your idea is very dangerous!"

The bones really can't stand it, has this guy been with Sean for too long, why do you think so much!

"Huh?! Sorry, no, who are you and what's wrong with me. ”

"Whew, you've finally found out that you're in the wrong place, thank goodness."

At this time, the iron head also woke up.

I have to say that after spending too much time with each other, the thoughts will occasionally be the same.

Looking at the expression of the iron head looking at Sanlang in horror, the skeleton felt that if you are together, there is no need to panic.

In my heart, I also silently praised Sean's tough refusal of Sanlang to sleep in the same bed with him, God knows how far this guy will go.

Inform Sanlang and Tietou of what happened in advance, so that the two of them would not be cranky again, and their expressions would appear on their faces.

"So what do we do, Big Brother Bones."

"Yes, Big Bones, let's go support the captain."

After adding a touch of color to the faces of the two, Sanlang and Tietou know the truth of being tough and out of power, which perfectly fits Sean's teachings and becomes the little brother of the bones.

A loyal look, no one can find fault with it.

"Go to your shadows, the bodies occupied by the shadows, and ......"

"And then?"

"Then you can come back with a bang."

The bones are very simple, and the things are very simple.

There is no need for Sanlang and Tietou to participate in Sean's battle, it is useless to go, prepare early, and when the time comes, they will have to leave.

The timing is wrong.

This is not only Sean has this feeling, but also the transparent little ball.

There is a kind of I don't go to the mountain, and the mountain comes to my meaning.

What the trial was like, there was no explanation, no explanation.

The only thing is your own feelings.

Although Sanlang and Tietou were a little hesitant, they had no choice but to obey the bones' orders at this time.

At this time, the lonely musician, Brooke, who has been adrift in the Devil's Sea all the year round, fought to avoid the Alexander and landed on the island of Drift.

To be honest, he didn't want to come to Apiao Island.

The reason for this is that he can't beat Moria.

320 million Bailey, the highest bounty in Moria's life.

For a pirate who has been at sea for many years and has good strength, this reward amount is a bit low.

Although it doesn't sound as shocking as Sean's 500 million Bailey bounty, Moria still has an identity, the Seven Martial Seas.

Sean, they don't understand what the Seven Martial Seas are, and it's understandable.

After all, the Alexander, which is either lost or lost, can meet a ship with useful information, and the odds of winning the lottery are about the same.

Being able to know that his 500 million Bailey is not easy on the Great Voyage is already Sean studying hard.

Seven Martial Seas? Sean probably wasn't interested in knowing.

He's a pirate now, and I'm afraid he'll always appear as a pirate as long as he doesn't leave this world.

Since they are all pirates, Sean naturally won't ask for trouble, and when he hears the name of a Seven Martial Seas, he has to go up and fight it alone, and compare whose strength is stronger.

Boom, explosion, came from the direction of the castle.

Looking at the crew of the Alexander, seeing that they had no movement to go out, Brooke thought about it and decided that he should take a look, clenching the weapon in his hand that looked like a crutch but was actually a sword.

At least you have to do something.

Headache fight.

Strange moves, Sean is a little tired of this world.

It seems that the strength of a person does not come steadily, such as exercising one's body and becoming a strong warrior.

Or through the accumulation of magic over the years, through the study of magical knowledge, to become an extraordinary mage.

Devil Fruits.

What a gift from the devil.

Moriah, who has a huge body, does not have the agility to move.

It stands to reason that Sean can easily hit him as a target.

But Moriah has a Devil Fruit Shadow Fruit, and Sean feels compelled to learn another way to fight.

Otherwise, whether it is against the type of Smoker or Moria, he can guarantee his invincibility, but he can't simply defeat the opponent.

A sense of powerlessness.

What's more, the soul in the body has long been extracted by Moria.

Sean looked a little powerless.

Seeing Moria absorb more and more zombies and Piao he created, his body became bigger and bigger, and the pressure he felt from him became more and more.

Sean pulled away, stopped where he was, and stuck his two swords in the ground.

It's time to decide.