Mystery: Paradox Path

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"The sound of the piano seems to have stopped?" Sera, who was stroking the brass plate that didn't work when Shi Ling, plucked her ears hard. Although it felt like it had stopped, it was probably because she had listened to it for too long, and her brain had started to circulate. Because of the broadcast, at this time she is really not very sure.

"Probably the limit?" Wright stroked the ring on his right index finger thoughtfully, as if listening to something.

"Then do we want to help?" Sera took out a spell with different materials from her pocket, but Wright gave him a strange look and frowned:

"Are you sure you're not making trouble?"

Sera's expression immediately wilted, and she complained in a weak tone:

"Do we just have to wait here for the final result?"

"Otherwise?" Wright looked at Sera with a slightly strange look. From the moment he put on this ring, he didn't need to think about how to live anymore. Now his task is to be optimistic about this suspected **** of knowledge and wisdom. Keeper of the Church.

Although I don't think there is anything to beware of a Sequence Seven who is not a full-time combatant, but since that gentleman said so, then he must do his best.

As long as the Extraordinary of the Destiny Path can survive, he can always know some information that other people don't know, such as the things represented by the four sacred relics. I understand that no gods will favor other people’s favored ones. An Extraordinary can use the sacred objects of multiple gods, which can represent only one possibility—

Those gods have reached some kind of cooperation, and he is the agent of this cooperation. If it is said that the favored person still has the possibility of dying, then this kind of big man who is related to the cooperation of multiple gods is definitely an existence sheltered by the gods at all times.

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Just as Wright was chatting awkwardly with Serra, the paradox he believed in was standing in the boiler room at the bottom of the cabin, with his back against the boiler piled up with flesh and blood organs, and in front of him was the Barbarian who took Nomila's body. Bossa, and Jack with blond golden eyes and holding a sun dagger.

"Your state doesn't look good?" Snow gave a Roen-style chest salute exaggeratedly, his sharp eyes swept across Jack and Barbossa, and the playfulness in his tone was beyond words.

Jack didn't pay too much attention to Snow, he just stared at the viscera boiler that was blocked by Snow, and the corner of his mouth suddenly rose slightly—

"I thought you were also a descendant of Trensost, but now it seems that we still have room to talk?"

Jack turned his eyes to Snow, who was wearing an Intis style suit, with a confident light in his eyes. He was worried that Snow, like him, was a branch of Trensost, just because he was a lawyer when he left. Or the pharmacist pathway, which led to the change in hair color and eye color, but now that he saw the state of the boiler, he was already sure that the other party did not rely on the influence of blood to seize the Black Pearl. In this way, he still has more to talk about. .

"You seem very confident?" Snow kicked his hands in his pockets, with a mocking smile on his lips, as if he had no intention of fighting.

"Of course." Jack also wore a confident smile, "The Ghost Empire needs the blood of Trenzost to enter, without me, even if you captured the Black Pearl and found the Ghost Empire, you are sure to forcibly board An angel-class ghost ship that has the characteristics of being alive and is almost equivalent to a hand of order and a creator?"

"If that's the case, then you won't be able to live anymore." Snow spoke lines full of murderous intent in a brisk tone—

"If, as you said, Trensost can control that ship, wouldn't letting you board the ship mean courting death?"

"No, no, don't say that, kill me, you won't get anything, but leave me, you at least have the possibility to board that ship, we can sign a contract and agree to share, you don't have Is it the holy relic of the Church of the Night? You can always trust the contract made with the holy relic as a medium?"

Jack waved his hand vigorously, showing a very friendly smile, apparently intending to repeat the same trick, "bribing" Snow by leaking some of the secrets of the Ghost Empire, making him no longer rational.

However, this was obviously a waste of effort for Snow, who quietly opened up the chaotic aura. He even sat back on the piano bench with a chuckle, raised Erlang's legs, and said with a smile:

"Why didn't I give this news to the church?"

"Stop making trouble!" Jack waved his arms and said with a look of you're teasing me:

"That is an angel-level ghost ship. Even the Church of the Righteous God has to dispatch more than one-third of its high-end combat power, carry a large number of Sealed Artifacts, and be prepared to sacrifice several saints. Do you think it is possible for the Church of Evernight to use such a force under the current situation?

The treasure in the Ghost Empire is undoubtedly a huge wealth for individuals or small organizations, but for the Orthodox Church, it is far from the level that requires a huge price to conquer.

And, even if you escalate it, what do you get? A reward? The credit for being promoted to a demigod? Or, is it less than one ten thousandth of the wealth of the Ghost Empire? Don't be silly, cooperate with me, you can get a lot more than this! "

Jack's language is very contagious. Under the dual influence of Barbossa's desire incarnation and Jack's bribery, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can easily pry open the enemy's psychological defense line and induce the other party to sign. A contract full of pitfalls - as it should be.

Although there are also Lezi people in the Quan Nuo Council who want to try their ability to modify the contract, which is stronger or weaker than that of the lawyer and the devil, but considering that the other party is a descendant of a true god, Snow still decided to stabilize first hand.

His left hand suddenly stroked the top of the piano, took off the cross that turned back to the cabin door, and looked like a piano decoration, and hung it upside down around his neck. At the same time, he raised his right hand with a smile on his face. Tap four times in a row on the chest.

It was a simple prayer action, but Jack's eyes suddenly widened, because what the other party pointed out was not the crimson moon he imagined, but the following, top, right, left, and a pendant on his chest. The usual inverted cross!

"Aurora Club?!"

Jack's hair stood on end, the bandage on the dagger in his hand suddenly exploded, and Barbossa let out a roar, the body of Nomila, who had just occupied, began to turn red, and the smell of sulfur began to permeate the air. A brimstone fireball the size of a human head was held in his hand, and he threw the fireball at Snow with almost all his strength, ignoring the burning pain from his low-compatibility body!