Everyone among the pirates knew that the Prophet was powerful, but they had never seen how the Prophet did it, and where it was powerful.

There are many shamans in the tribes of Africa, and they are very trusted by many backward races.

In the eyes of these pirates, the Prophet was just an ordinary wizard.

Of course, pirates are a little different, they often wander in the world of bloody killing, and they are not as powerful as ordinary people in fear of gods and ghosts.

Most of them believe in violence, in guns and money in their hands, and as for power and women, with guns and money, will they still lack these?

Therefore, they do not very agree with wizards, and for prophets, they stay at the level that prophets can help them rob passing ships.

Efuya had sailed with the Prophet, and on that occasion, many of Efoya's pirate regiments had died, but they had brought back a large number of advanced weapons.

The pirates who remained in the stockade had always believed that it was the work of Efuya, after all, the Prophet was just a thin old man, and even some means might not be of much use.

He couldn't carry back so many heavy weapons alone, you know, there were no less than hundreds of bazookas, countless light and heavy machine guns, and all kinds of beautiful-looking trophies.

But now, the pirates have found out that they were wrong!

And it couldn't be more wrong.

Where is this prophet who is a man, who can use his fingers to catch out all his brains?

This is simply the devil, okay?

All the pirates who saw this scene were terrified, and their bodies trembled like a sieve.

It's not that they haven't seen blood, and it's not that they haven't encountered violence.

But the scene in front of them still deeply shocked them.

However, more shocking is yet to come.

The Prophet grabbed the pirate's skull, pulled out the red and white brain, smirked a little, and stuffed it into his mouth!

'Squeak, squeak......'

The wizened old man, the chewing sound in his mouth was unpleasant and harsh, the red and white liquid flowing from the corners of his mouth made people shudder, and all the pirates felt their stomachs cramping, and bursts of nausea welled up.

'Wow......'

Someone finally couldn't help it, opened his mouth and vomited wildly.

With the first one that starts to vomit, there is a second, and a third.

Almost all pirates felt a tingling of cheeks and a feeling of nausea.

Only Habadul, who was standing behind the Prophet, barely stood behind the Prophet.

Habadur did not dare to look directly at the Prophet's eating, his mouth was just as sour, he felt the same nausea, and his legs were cramping.

But even so, Habadur still stood steadily, the big black umbrella in his hand was shaking slightly, but he never dropped even a point.

He watched as the Prophet swallowed the pirate's brain, then lay on the open skull, sucking the pirate's blood at a rapid pace.

Habadul didn't move the whole time, and the vomit poured up, and Habadul swallowed it back.

He couldn't move, because it involved his future, whether he could become the king of the land, and whether he could marry a thousand black girls and give birth to ten thousand black boys in the future.

The temporary torture is just a passing moment for Habadur, and a bright future beckons to him, and Habadur must be ruthless with himself.

Well, that's right, just be ruthless.

'Snap ......'

The pirate's body shrank rapidly, leaving a skinny corpse.

"You, good!"

After sucking the corpse, the Prophet turned his head to look at Habadur, smiled hideously on his bloody face, and then shouted at the remaining trembling pirates, "What about the hostages? ”

'Wow......'

The pirate who had been standing at the door of the hostage room let out another vomit sound, and then, regardless of his physical comfort, crawled with his hands and feet, crawled to the door of the hostage room, and smashed through the wooden door to enter.

After rushing into the house, the pirate calmed himself down, raised his machine gun, and drove all the hostages out.

"Good!"

The Prophet was pleased with the pirate's approach, and he stepped out, his thin feet on the sun-soaked earth, dozens of strange objects in his hands.

The surface of the object looked like a mark, but behind the mark, there was a long nail.

The whole object was so wicked that it writhed in the Prophet's hands as if it had come to life, as if it were about to break out of his control at any moment!

"Go for it......"

The Prophet shouted, and the strange objects broke out of his grasp and flew towards the group of hostages.

'Puff puff puff ......'

A skull-shattering sound rang out in the stockade, and the pirates shuddered at each sound.

Then they saw that each of the hostages had their heads pierced by the strange object!

The large nail behind the object pierced the hostages' brains, and the blood did not flow from the back of their heads, but in the direction of the strange runes on the object.

In the blink of an eye, all the original yellow runes on those objects were dyed red, which looked extremely demonic.

More than 70 hostages, none of whom were spared, were all pierced to death on the spot by strange rune nails!

It's more frightening than machine gun fire, and it's torture for the pirates in the stockade to find out that they can live with a demon for years before discovering the horror of the other, okay?

How did they survive before?

Habadur looked at the dead hostages, and his heart was bleeding.

$5,000,000,000 a hostage!

It's all living money, and it died in the hands of the prophet, and it was a business worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and it was gone!

The dream of being the richest man in the world has been shattered!

Habadur used to feel that he would soon become the richest man in the world, but in the blink of an eye, his worth shrank back to his primitive state.

He's still just a pirate, oh no, he's the pirate king now, and there's hope!

Yes, as long as you follow the prophet and hostage, you can still catch it in the future!

Habadur thought so, and once again stood firm in his thoughts.

"It's your honor to be able to sacrifice to me......

The Prophet chanted strange incantations, and then the objects emitted a blood-red glow that pierced the sky, illuminating the sky above the stockade in a scarlet color.

At this moment, Habadur felt that the Prophet seemed to be much stronger, and it was just a feeling, a very strong feeling.

At this moment, two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared above the stockade.

Habadur looked at the two figures that suddenly appeared, and his face suddenly changed: "Oriental! ”

"Looks like we're late!"

Jiang Qiu looked at the dozens of corpses on the ground and said with a slight regret.

"It's too late, this deflated calf has reached the middle of reincarnation."

The fat man said with some pain.

"I didn't expect him not only didn't run, but also used this method to improve his realm, but do you think that the realm improvement can defeat us?"

Jiang Qiu looked at the prophet under the big black umbrella, and his tone was still indifferent.

The prophet's mouth opened: "If you don't raise the realm, I can't beat you, at least for now, I still have the qualifications to talk to you!" ”

The fat man gave a thumbs up to the prophet: "Makes sense. ”

"Two distinguished guests have come from afar, and I am willing to give the wealth of these years in exchange for the noble hands of the two?"

In the eyes of the prophet, nothing is more important than strength, he knows that if he fights with Gan Fatzi and Jiang Qiu, he may not be able to reap benefits, and money, which is something outside the body, is too easy for them pirates, as long as he is given time, he can quickly accumulate it again.

"Hehe, old fellow, how many belongings do you have, take it out and see if you can get into the eyes of the two of us."

When the fat man heard that there was something good, his eyes lit up.

Jiang Qiu glanced at Gan Fat Man with disdain: "You are still short of money?" ”

Gan Fatzi glanced at Jiang Qiu: "Why am I not short of money?" Lao Tzu is not the logistics boss of the exorcism, but the entire exorcism department is fighting the autumn wind in Lao Tzu, and now he doesn't take the money, isn't he a fool? Hey, what are you doing? ”

Before Gan Fatzi finished speaking, he saw that Jiang Qiu had already stretched out his hand to the prophet: "If you have any spiritual weapons, magic weapons, take them out!" ”

"It turned out to be two money-grubbers!"

Habadur stood behind the Prophet, he could not understand the conversation between the Prophet and the two men, but he could tell from his demeanor what the three were talking about.

'Whoa......'

As soon as the prophet shook his hand, a large number of objects were placed in front of Jiang Qiu and Gan Fatzi.

Jiang Qiu's face twitched, what this guy took out were porcelain bottles, clay pots, calligraphy and paintings, and some large furniture......

"Holy! The plum bottle in the Kangxi period! ”

"This is Qi Baishi's painting!"

"Sister Ni, this is the Qianlong Shuanglong Xifan royal pen holder."

"This is ......"

The fat man glanced over and actually recognized the names of four or five antiques, not only called them out, but also could even tell the provenance and the like.

Jiang Qiu glanced at the fat man Gan strangely, this guy is hidden deeply!

For a long time, Jiang Qiu only recognized things such as magic weapons and spiritual weapons, and rarely studied antiques.

As soon as Gan Fatzi opened his mouth today, he found that in addition to being unreliable, Gan Fatzi was very good at studying antiques.

The fat man swept through the antiques on the ground, and without saying a word, he put them into his storage space as soon as he raised his hand.

When the prophet saw that the fat man had accepted the things, he thought that the other party had agreed to reconcile, so he immediately nodded and said, "Since the two of you like it so much, then give it to the two of you and make friends." ”

After the fat man took the things, he sneered: "Is there anything else?" That's not enough! ”

The prophet was stunned, not enough? It's not enough, why are you doing so fast?

(End of chapter)