Pirates: The Black Earl

In the stone chamber of the cave, zombie puppets are arrayed, guarding around the passage.

The existence value of these low-level zombies is getting lower and lower, not only because of the birth of the black knight, but also because of the stronger soul of their master.

hum!

A tremor resounded through the soul, and the zombie puppets lay on the ground one after another, an emotion they couldn't understand forced them to kiss the soil to express their submission.

Feeling this wave, the black knight slowly got up outside the stone room and walked in.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Lovett was in a deep sleep state while repairing his soul, so he couldn't accurately judge the elapsed time.

Passing a set of slim dress to the master, the black knight paused and growled.

"Five days?"

Lovett took off his pajamas, straightened his hair in front of the mirror, and then the corners of his mouth curled up.

"not bad."

After hunting pirates for a month, plus the navy souls taken from Branch 153, hundreds of soul light spheres were swallowed into the body, and it took only five days to digest it. This achievement is worthy of Lovett's pride.

Flying squirrels came to the East China Sea to suppress the pirates, giving Lovett a sense of urgency. The weak self was helpless in front of the monsters in his memory.

strength!

He desperately needs strength!

To achieve the purpose, for self-protection.

Now the hard work pays off, after five days of adjusting the state and five days of digestion, the volume of the light ball of spiritual energy in the soul sea has increased by more than ten times!

Five days ago it was as weak as a firefly, and five days later it was at least as bright as an incandescent lamp.

The recovery speed of the necromancer who mastered the "soul devouring" method can be seen from this.

As long as enough souls are devoured, even the soul fragments that have been torn into thousands of pieces in the turbulent flow of time and space can be restored and healed. Those are just common cases of soul trauma, and the recovery speed can be imagined.

The skyrocketing spiritual power is just an appearance. Spiritual power is the evolution of the soul, a measured counting unit, and what it really represents is the essence of the soul's continuous growth.

If Lovett's strength was still at the threshold of a sorcerer's apprentice and elementary sorcerer five days ago, now he has stepped through that gate and advanced to a formal...

Elementary mage.

Even if the mage world can't find a second elementary mage who is stronger than him, he is still an elementary mage.

To become an official mage, the soul must be sublimated once.

In addition to the "Spell Apprentice" and "Mage Apprentice", the familiar ranks of mages in the world are only elementary mages (apprentice mages), official mages (scholars) and senior archmages.

Titled Mage and Holy Cross belong to respectful titles and are not included in the actual level.

Ordinary mages can't use it at all.

A lich who has lived for nearly a thousand years may only be a little stronger than the standard of an official mage. The road of magic research is long and thorny, and it does not require hard work to become stronger.

Only those who are truly blessed and have a chance against the sky can step into the gate of the new world behind, and be called the "Great Master".

Such an existence is rare for hundreds of years.

Then when they are all unique in a certain way, so powerful that the world fears them, and they can't even think of looking up, they will be awarded titles.

Then!

Only those who are also the number one among the titled mages and far ahead are eligible to join the Council of the Holy Ten.

"Holy Ten" does not have to be ten people, but there are ten creators. Looking at the tens of thousands of years of history in the mage world, it is a drop in the ocean to fill up ten people.

It can be seen that "official mages" are the first way to eliminate mediocrity and distinguish geniuses under the strict hierarchy of the mage world.

Soul sublimation is also the only criterion for a "mage" to be superior to a "human being"!

"Not to mention... With my current mental strength, I can't even see where the gate of a formal mage is."

Lovett shook his head, not thinking about it any further.

Anyway, he has only been in this world for a few months, and he has already surpassed the achievements that most mediocre people need to work hard for a century. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

rustle……

A mass of thick black smoke spread out from the severed limb, clawed and clawed in the air, and then, under the restraint of mental power, formed a black lacquered arm shape, extending from the severed limb.

Necromancer Magic Withered Black Sand!

Lovett's "arm" that can poison an adult with a single grain of black sand took the top hat from the black knight and gently put it on top of his head.

"Well, not bad! Sure enough, it's more comfortable like this."

Looking at the slender man in a black gentleman's dress in the mirror, with a black mantle over his shoulders, black thorn gloves, a black top hat, a pale face, black hair hanging down to his cheeks, and a slender figure, Lovett nodded in satisfaction.

The costumes were handmade by the Black Knight. As a modified body, he didn't need to have rich tailoring experience, as long as he wove those silk threads into the appearance in the picture according to the order.

The dress is not pure black, but the shoulder buttons are golden gold, full of layers.

However, under Lovett's inexplicable and depressing temperament, these decorative colors can only be ignored.

When night falls, no matter how beautiful the crystal is under the sun, it will eventually be dimmed.

"What's missing..."

Lovett frowned slightly, and suddenly realized after a moment.

Boom!

There was a crisp knocking sound, and a cane with a golden ring appeared under the right hand. Regardless of its material, this scene was like magic.

flap……!

There was a faint sound of wind, and a black raven flapped its wings and appeared on its shoulder. It has a pair of beautiful ruby ​​eyes, shining bright red in the dark.

"That's all."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lovett felt a little emotional.

The first time he dressed up in his life was in the early morning of the war against the St. Oakland Magic Empire.

At that time, standing behind him were the seven black dragon lords, and outside the window was the endless army of black knights.

It was also from that day that the descendant of the empire's founding meritorious family and hereditary nobleman "Count Francis" ceased to exist.

In the horrified eyes of the world, only [Black Earl] and Lovett Francis remained.

But now...

A semi-finished black knight, with hundreds of cannon fodder tools outside.

"Triangle Breaker, what a shitty name!"

Lovett made no secret of his contempt for the navy's aesthetics, and said loudly: "Even if I am reduced to this point, I am still a titled Archmage and Black Earl!"

"black Knight!"

He turned around, his face dignified.

"Roar!"

"I'm hungry."

"Roar?"

I slept for five days without a drop of water, and was not starved to death, which is already a credit to the magic.

so……

Maybe that's not the bad taste of the Holy Ten Venerable.

Some pride will not change with the changes of the times, it is something engraved in a person's bones, even if the soul is wiped out, it cannot be changed.

...

East China Sea, 16 branches.

"You mean, your colonel went out to catch pirates, and you won't be back in a few days?"

In the spacious office, the flying squirrel sat expressionlessly at the main seat, looking up at a lieutenant colonel standing below.

The lieutenant colonel stood at attention and saluted with drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

"yes!"

"Colonel, he was very anxious because of the ghost ship incident. He has been running around at sea for many days without going home. This time he has been notified and has rushed back as soon as possible, but the specific time has not been determined."

"Well, that's really hard work."

A chill flashed in the flying squirrel's eyes, and then he stood up.

"In that case, please follow me around here."

"clear!"

The principal of the middle school breathed a sigh of relief and hurried out to make arrangements.

Waiting for him to leave, the adjutant said with a sneer.

"He certainly wouldn't take us to problematic waters."

The 16th branch manages the sea area whether it is big or small, and there are no locals to lead the way. As the saying goes, a strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake, and when they go out to sea, they won't be able to tell right from wrong wherever they go.

"So, your task is very heavy."

The flying squirrel let go of his fist, and a piece of dried fruit was crushed into powder and slipped from his palm.

"Until now, I still have a little expectation for them, and I don't want to believe that they, as the navy, will be so bad."

"but……"

"If it is true and correct."

Clang!

The two mustaches trembled slightly, but the sword was not drawn, and a trembling sound pierced the eardrums.

"kill!!"

When the Warring States Period sent flying squirrels to the East China Sea, there was a tacit attitude in it.

As early as the discussion that day, the Warring States had already moved to kill, but the situation was still under control, so they stood still.

However, the 153rd branch was slaughtered mysteriously immediately, shocking the East China Sea. Under the prairie fire, the balance has been broken.

At this time, it would be too stupid to turn a blind eye and close one's eyes. Violence cannot solve problems, but it can solve people with problems!

As the admiral of the navy, even the innocent Lovett can sacrifice, and the source of these disasters will naturally not show mercy.

But there is one degree that needs to be grasped.

This is also the intention of him sending the veteran flying squirrel.

We cannot kill them all, otherwise the East China Sea will be in chaos.

But you can't stop killing, you have to kill one to make an example to others!