A macaw on the branch had been hiding behind an apple leaf for most of the day.

At the beginning, when I saw Violet change her costume, I wanted to go out and tell them a story, until I saw this gorgeous dance of death, and I was even more excited with flaming red wings.

"Elegant! It's so elegant!

Oh, my dear Creator, First Officer Thomas swears, this is exactly the artist I was looking for!

The true artists of those temple sequences are so perceptive that when they open their vision, they can often see many things that should not be seen.

They even have a beautiful name: inspiration.

In fact, it's a walking time bomb.

Don't say do me a favor, just getting close to that thing could get out of control on the spot.

Oh my God, I can't imagine what a terrible catastrophe it would be to bring them there.

And the transcendents of other sequences are too rude and reckless, they only know how to fight and kill, and they have no artistic temperament at all, and they will not be easily accepted by that thing.

Just like Mr. Andrew at the beginning, although he was full of elegant aristocratic temperament, he was still not good.

The poet I saw on the road was supposed to be the most promising one, but I couldn't accept the kind of naked performance art at all.

But this young lady, and this gentleman, are very good, yes, it's a wonderful feeling.

They can turn murder methods into art, and they are undoubtedly true artists! ”

Clearly, Patrot First Officer Thomas wanted to find an artistic poet, and not just because of like-minded relationships with him.

In order to achieve a certain purpose, there is a necessary pre-emptive precursor with strict requirements.

It was 11 years ago, after telling Andrew the corresponding fairy tale.

Obviously, he entrusted him with something very important on the subsequent treasure hunt, but the result was obviously not satisfactory.

The parrot can only hope that now, 11 years later, it will find another suitable candidate among the many treasure hunters.

"For this errand that Flint gave me, I haven't slept a single restful sleep in hundreds of years.

I swear by Mr. Andrew's moldy captain's hat.

When I finish Flint's final mission, I must leave this broken island, which has no second macaw except for gold and silver and roast chicken.

For hundreds of years, I have been a stick bird with vigor, normal orientation, and strong blood, and I have not even touched the claws of a mother bird.

O my Creator, do you hairless erectus know how I got through these days of being a lonely bird?

Yes, of course you do!

Because I guess that's how you got here. ”

Seeing that the battle was over, Thomas, the parrot's first mate, who had had enough of being with the goats, was about to fly down happily.

But as if he suddenly noticed something, he immediately writhed his fat ass and hid back in the leaves.

Although it is in a special situation, it is not attacked by the monsters on the island, and it is even immune to most of the rules, but it is not essentially a transcendent creature on the combat side.

To put it bluntly, it is a barge that bullies the goats on the island at most.

Byron and Violet were a little later than it, and they also noticed something strange in the woods.

I clearly felt a continuous tremor under my feet.

It seems that the smell of blood in the golden apple orchard is so strong that it has attracted a remarkable behemoth.

"Let the clown see what I've found?

The clown seems to have caught two little bugs running around, sea hunter you can't run away this time, aha, aha, hahahahaha

Hearing this extremely familiar voice, Byron and Violet suddenly looked at each other, and said in unison:

"[Bone-eating Clown] Kraskin!"

Although the visitor is large, he is very dexterous in his movements.

Two large, pimple-covered white hands covered with sarcomas parted a lush golden apple tree and poked a huge head like a tree house down.

It was none other than Kraskin, who had previously been stranded on the reef by Byron with the No. 12 Crystal Skull [Polaris God] design!

Strictly speaking, this crazy clown and his circus number were the first to land on the island.

At this moment, a golden ghost card that was laughing hideously was embedded in the center of his head, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

At the bottom is also written a line of inscription: "Give fear to the world".

In essence, it was the [Hip Clown] who responded to the call of some people and sent a strand of hair from his own body from the Sea of Essentia.

Byron and the two of them had already seen the power of this thing, and they knew that Kraskin was not far from complete depravity, so they didn't think it was strange.

The most terrifying thing is the "pendants" on his body.

The body tissues of the clown crew members all fused with him in an extremely distorted posture.

Only on the surface of the small mountain-like body, there were clown heads that were grinning and laughing.

Speaking of which, it is not an exaggeration that Kraskin at this time is the entire clown pirate group.

At the same time, the colorful hair that extended from the inside of the Golden Ghost Card also spread to every corner of Kraskin's body.

It was like a puppet with silk threads that completely controlled his body.

It's better to say he's a clown pirate group, but he's become a marionette like a walking corpse.

Most of the "anchor chains" on his body have broken off, and he is still half a step away from becoming a real grotesque.

No matter how famous it is in history, I am afraid that the most stable anchor will not be able to be pulled back.

Byron groaned a little and figured out the cause and effect:

"Kraskin was also clearly consumed by the skyrocketing possessiveness.

The stronger the desire (id) and the lower the sense of morality (superego), the less stable the anchor will be, and the faster it will take for possessiveness to break through the limit.

Previously, there should have been a significant number of clown crews on the Circus who survived.

But he was soon killed by the captain who was about to go crazy.

[Bone-eating Clown] is most famous for his ability to steal other people's bones, even if he can't find it.

And this time he really started to 'eat bones'. ”

In the flash of light, judgment was made on the current situation.

Byron didn't even hesitate, and as soon as he pulled Violet beside him, a gust of wind rolled up on the ground and was about to rise into the sky.

[Bone-eating Clown] is different from the Black Snake Brotherhood that has been wiped out before they can show up.

The sense of crisis that brought him was completely different from that of a resurrected corpse with no intelligence.

As the saying goes: blackening is ten times stronger!

This third-order clown, who had fallen into madness and had almost completely degenerated into the beastly side, was far more terrifying than in his normal state.

He had no interest in competing with this guy again.

"Where to run?

Wouldn't it be nice to be one with me, and all the treasures on the island would belong to 'us' from now on.

When you die, there will be no strife, no suspicion, only happiness, which is the mission of the Joker! Quack"

Although, in order to prevent others from committing suicide, this set of logic of shooting people to death in one step is still good for you everywhere.

But the clown's methods are not funny at all.

Randomly ripped off a clown head with a bloody vertebrae attached to his body, and threw it into the pile of corpses that were full of corpses.

Boom, boom, boom

At the scream of the clown's head, a foul colored aura flourished, and another behemoth soared into the sky faster than Byron and Violet.

"That's it!"

Seeing the true face of that thing, both of them couldn't help but shrink their pupils.

The presence that appears in front of you clearly breaks down the boundaries between animals and plants.

With the clown's flesh and blood as the core, it is composed of golden apple trees in the orchard and the corpses of many resurrected corpses.

The pitch-black bark is the skin of a resurrected corpse, branches stretching out towards the sky, resembling a multi-jointed human arm.

Countless vertebrae twist and coil each other into a thick trunk, woven together by tendons in muscles and wrapped in a layer of human skin.

As it continues to absorb the material around it, it grows taller and taller, and the trunk and branches of the tree also divide rapidly like a real tree.

The entire canopy of trees has become a huge jungle of human hands like flowers.

The blood-eyed heads on the branches were staring at Byron and Violet.

Mouth shouting: "It's all mine, it's all mine"

In the transparent nodules at the base of the trunk are a pile of human internal organs, which continuously pump blood and nutrients to the roots and branches.

Instead of digging into the earth, the wriggling roots grew a full human mouth at the end of each root system.

In the blink of an eye, all the nearby corpses and fruit trees were devoured.

Even the shredded flesh of the resurrected corpse that was completely smashed did not refuse to come.

[Grotesque: Human Bone Tree]:

"The existence of many human beings and the golden apple tree is alive and well, and it is born with the darkest desires of human beings.

Have a hungry stomach pouch that can't fill it no matter what. ”

The ability to change in the clown trick has been brought to the point where Kraskin has reached its peak.

This is an ability that is beyond the reach of all other third-order and can only be achieved with the help of a powerful curse such as the [Golden Ghost Card].

The Bone-Eating Clown himself suddenly inflated, floating up like a giant balloon, and laughed and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

Hundreds of black human hands on the [Human Bone Tree] spread out and slapped down on the two of them.

"Bring it on! Put the flesh and blood! ”