Before becoming a pirate, Monkiri had another unknown identity, that is, an alchemist.

When he was a teenager, Monkyrie, who served as an apprentice in the alchemy workshop of the great sage Anclair, was appreciated by Ancley because of his extraordinary talent, and was fortunate to be personally guided by the great sage of the civilization Norren continent, and he was all the way to the road of alchemy. At the age of thirty, he was already recognized as a master alchemist, and he was only one step away from stepping into the Holy Rank, and was handpicked by Anchorage as the alchemist with the most potential to become a sage among the younger generation, and was admired and envied by thousands of people.

However, Monkyrie clearly lived up to the expectations of his mentor and many of his peers.

Until the twilight of his life, he couldn't step past the door.

In order to transcend the sainthood in his lifetime, the elderly Monchiri gradually lost his way and began to fall into madness on the road of alchemy. The ruined half of his face was the scar left on his body by a dangerous experiment.

Failing repeatedly, Monkyrie became reticent, pinning his hopes on witchcraft, faith, and even divination. Even his disciples sensed that his mind was abnormal and gradually left him. Monkyrie, who had become a loner, began to become more withdrawn and elusive, often performing unbelievable behaviors, and never again appeared in a brilliant work.

The Chamber of Commerce, which had always supported him, suddenly withdrew all the investment in him, which became the last straw that crushed him.

Alchemist is a very expensive profession.

This move directly left him with nothing and also ruined his possibility of becoming a sage.

Just when he was losing his soul, Lucius, the god of treachery and conspiracy, found him and provided him with a "shortcut" for him in desperation.

Having a similar past to Baron Fred, in order to improve his strength, Monkyrie almost did not hesitate to turn his attention to those evil rituals. It's just that his approach is more daring than Baron Fred's, and the first ritual sacrifices the flesh and soul of more than 200 villagers in the name of experiments.

The end result can be imagined.

Not only did Monkyrie's atrocities anger the Emperor of the Kadiren Empire, but he was also targeted by the Templars in the holy city of Romania, and even the baron of the village of Shiyi hired witchers to hunt him down.

With no place left on land, Monkyrie, whose right arm had been cut off by the Templars, hid incognito at sea. A hundred years have passed, and many people think that the cultist who threw himself into chaos is dead, but they never thought that he would live to the present in another capacity.

Under the cover of piracy, he used the flesh and blood of his captives as a sacrifice to the Great Being, and in the past hundred years, he has not only become younger, but with the help of Lucius, the god of treachery and intrigue, he has easily stepped into the realm of the Holy Order, and has the strength of a sage.

His metal right arm is the masterpiece of his life, the crystallization of the highest alchemy technique, and the magic guide that has been completed for decades. Tens of thousands of captives who died tragically as a result of torture, and the negative spiritual power they exuded during their dying moments were stored on the metal right hand engraved with inscriptions.

The moment he activates the "Witchcraft Feedback", a huge negative spiritual force field will open up in an instant, releasing negative spiritual energy that even witchcraft can infect. Witchcraft below three stars would bounce back towards the caster in an instant, and this was the reason why Monkiri had left Jiang Feng enough time to cast spells.

However, the end result was not what Monkyrie expected......

"How could it be ......"

Chapped lips muttered over and over again, and Monkyrie stared blankly at his vanished right arm, unable to believe what was happening before him.

Time goes back a few seconds.

A ray of light was released from the metal ball, and just when Monkiri, who activated the witchcraft feedback, thought that the wizard in front of him was dead, he got the crimson laser beam, but it was like a soldering iron piercing into the snow, penetrating the surging negative spiritual energy without hindrance.

Before he could even react, he watched as his metal right arm was melted into molten iron.

"Ahhh——!h

A soul-tearing pain came from the shoulder of the lost right arm, and Monkyrie stumbled backwards, hitting the side of the ship and falling into the tumbling waves. Through the perspective of Ghost One, Jiang Feng quietly watched as this rumored and powerful pirate finally died under the harpoon of the Kraken.

Another hapless kid who mistook him for a wizard......

The pouring rain gradually stopped, and in the distance, which was full of dark clouds, there was a faint light that broke through the clouds.

At the end of the storm, a brilliant rainbow could be faintly seen.

Finally, the bow of the White Seagull broke through the edge of the storm.

Exposed to the sun, the Krakens let out a terrible cry and turned and jumped back into the sea, the deck filled with cries of victory.

"God Father willing!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

“……”

Holding the long sword in his hand, Connie, dressed in light armor, had more than a dozen wounds on his body, and his brown curls had been scabbed by blue blood. The scimitar in his hand had been curled, and in his left hand he was holding the harpoon he had taken from the Kraken, Captain Kairut looked like he had been wounded, but fortunately he was fine.

Xiu's eyebrows furrowed, and Leia leaned against the wall with a pale face.

Her right hand was pressed on her lower abdomen, and her rain-soaked robe was tinged with a little dark red, and it was obvious that she had also suffered a lot of injuries. After a moment's gasp, Leia gritted her teeth, stood up against the wall, and turned to walk in the direction of the cabin.

The joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe is quickly diluted by the cruel reality.

The rain washed away the blood on the deck, but it could not wash away the remains of the stumps and severed arms on the deck.

The young men who boarded the ship from the port of Sevit had already lost the lives of more than thirty of their compatriots before they set foot on the land of Aditya. Thinking that they will live like this for the next few years, and thinking about how many people can return with full honor, everyone's faces can't help but write a little haze.

As for the sailors who had been walking on the sea for many years, they had become accustomed to death, and at the order of the first mate, threw the corpses into the sea.

With the bladed scimitar back in his waist, Captain Kairut walked over to Jiang Feng's side.

"We should keep a mast so that we can see a lot more."

"I was negligent." Jiang Feng nodded.

After all, it was too old an antique, and he couldn't have thought through everything. In ancient times, the mast was not only used as a support for sails, but also as a "watchtower".

"Also, those pirates seem to be waiting for us, and I suspect there may be ghosts on board." Captain Kerut glanced at Connie with a hint of distrust in his eyes.

Captain Kairut himself had little affection for the colonists of Savit Harbor who had rejected him. Although he did not suspect the knights who had been canonized by His Majesty himself, he could not tell the whole story of the conscripts.

"Maybe it's not because of the ghosts, it's just because the jackals smell blood." Jiang Feng shrugged.

Since Leia could smell the aura of chaos from those ships, the "Sword of Gondal" that Krees gave him should also exude some kind of "smell" that could be smelled by Chaos believers from afar.

At this moment, a large wooden plank suddenly appeared on the sea in the distance, and several wooden barrels connected by ropes floated next to it, making a simple "lifeboat". A few sailor-like men sat on the deck with earthy faces, as if they were waiting to die.

After seeing this, Captain Kerut turned around and gestured to the second mate, who was at the helm for him, to lean the ship over.

The boat drew closer to the plank.

Captain Kerut, who was standing on the side of the ship, glanced at the three overboard people lying on the planks a few times in a strange way.

When the White Seagull approached them, he could not see a trace of joy in their faces for the rest of his life, but a kind of panic that broke out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolves.

The first mate, who was standing next to Captain Kairut, shouted to the people on the board.

"Where are you from?"

"We are the sailors of the Kadiren Empire," the man lying on the plank secretly glanced at the two companions next to him, signaling them not to open their mouths and to negotiate on their own, "We work for the Bauhinia Chamber of Commerce, and unfortunately we are shipwrecked......

"You're lying," said the first mate, who was standing beside Captain Kerut, grinning in a mocking tone, "The rebels of the Rick Kingdom have blocked this sea, and no merchant ships will pass through here. Let me guess, your leader's name is Monkyrie, right? ”

The man who had spoken earlier was pale and did not say a word.

That expression had already taken the secret hidden in his heart, violent. The dew is gone.

"Now you have a chance to atone for your sins, take us to your hideout, and I will spare you the death penalty in the name of the wizard." Looking down at the three pirates lying on the plank, Jiang Feng patted the cannon next to him and said in a relaxed tone, "Of course, you can also choose to refuse to save us time." ”