The pirates who were blocking the way all died in Jack's hands because of Jack's operation and became part of his power.
This also made the knights who were besieging the flagship quickly climb up and surround Jack.
And the knight holding the sword of mercy raised the blade that had turned into a blade of light and chopped Jack's blood-red flame shield.
Directly smashed the flame shield to pieces, and then launched an attack on Jack.
Even if he gathered all the power of his pirates, Jack was still defeated by the church knight holding the sword of mercy.
In a frontal battle, the treasure in his hand was still no match for this treasure with strong attack attributes.
Not to mention that the knight in front of him was obviously much stronger than him.
Jack could only defend himself and delay some time.
Because the two people holding the treasures made too much noise in the battle, various damages began to appear on the deck.
There was no room for others to intervene in the battle between the two.
Even if they came around, they could only watch from the side.
"Captain!"
The old man on the bow statue behind Jack suddenly shouted.
As soon as he heard the voice.
The magic power gathered in his hands, and with a swing, some kind of spell sent out a violent shock wave, gathering blood-red flames and emitting a strong repulsive force.
The magic power gathered was so much that it surged out in an instant.
The enemies surrounding him and the knight holding the holy sword were all pushed away.
Taking this opportunity, Jack picked up Alka's body and jumped back directly onto the bow statue on the bow.
The old man had been waiting on the bow statue for a long time. When he saw his captain jump up, he held the scepter in both hands and hit the statue under his feet fiercely.
The wolf-headed statue came alive immediately and pounced forward.
This wolf-headed statue was not just a wolf head, but also had a full-body statue behind it, but it was hidden inside the ship.
As it was activated, it began to run forward.
The limbs emitted faint ripples, and it actually stepped on the air to turn the sky into land and began to run.
It escaped from the encirclement of the crowd in an instant from the air.
Jack had already thought of the escape route and had been preparing for a long time.
Seeing that the enemy was about to run, the knight holding the sword of mercy charged and jumped, and his figure jumped high into the air.
A sword slashed down at Jack's neck.
Jack raised his hand to block it, and the blade directly cut into the armor formed by the blood-red flames and chopped on his flesh.
Jack had already placed Alka's body on the wolf.
Seeing the sword blade deeply embedded in his shoulder, he could no longer hesitate.
Stretching out his free right hand, wrapped in blood-red flames, he fiercely grasped the enemy's sword blade, and then made up his mind.
Taking the risk of his left arm being chopped off, he loosened his right hand and punched the enemy's shoulder.
This punch directly knocked the knight holding the holy sword off the wolf's body, but his entire right arm was cut off at the root and fell on the wolf, and then slid into the sea below.
Looking at the holy sword knight falling into the sea, Jack showed a painful but wanton smile on his face.
Anyway, he won't be able to use this body for long, so let's just break the arm.
As the arm was broken, the blood-red flame on his body gradually faded, and the life energy that was forcibly extracted had already subsided at this time.
After all, the gathered power is temporary and not the main function of this treasure.
Countless church knights below looked at Jack and the other man in the air, and kept firing ammunition upwards, but it was meaningless. They could only watch him take Alka's body and ride on the giant wolf in the air, gradually leaving.
It seemed that he really escaped, but it was obviously impossible.
When the blood-red flames subsided, Alka, who was lying on the ground as a corpse, suddenly opened his eyes.
The old man standing next to him who was controlling the giant wolf was the first to notice this scene, just as he was about to shout a reminder.
The doll on Alka's waist was already ready, and he jumped swiftly to the old man, holding a sword blade like a long needle in his hand, and pierced his intact eye.
"Shut up, don't disturb Alka."
At this time, countless pink mists gushed out from behind Alka and enveloped Jack and the old man who was blinded next to him.
At this time, Jack was sitting there panting because of the pain in his shoulder and the sequelae of using the flag to gather power.
The relaxation of his mind made him dazed, and he couldn't react at this moment.
Taking this opportunity, Sivers, who had been hiding for a long time and hiding his soul power, immediately began to fight with him for the body.
How could Jack, who was already dazed, exhausted from the battle and seriously injured, win over Sivers who was well prepared?
The original defense could not stop Sivers.
In an instant, his body was taken away.
And the pink mist that Alka gushed out enveloped the two of them at the same time.
The old man who had just fallen into a dream woke up immediately because of the pain in his eyes, but when he woke up, he saw two black gun barrels side by side, pressed against his eyes.
As the trigger was pulled.
A dull sound rang out.
The last bullet that had been stored in the locker was ejected.
With holy flames.
A huge dent was made on his face, and the sword blade, like a long needle, was still firmly inserted into his face.
The center of his face was sunken, and all kinds of flesh and blood flowed out, and he fell heavily on the giant wolf sculpture.
And Jack, who had fallen asleep, was still talking in his sleep, and kept saying, "Do it, do it quickly."
The pain could easily wake him up, and it was obvious that his father was still trying his best to drag the enemy in his dream.
Pull out the long-handled dagger from Jack's waist, and directly pierce Jack's chest, piercing his heart.
The pain in an instant woke Sivers up from his dream, and then Jack robbed his body again.
However, the death of his body had left Jack with no chance of recovery. He was now exhausted and in a trance.
Let alone resistance and repairing wounds, he had little magic left.
This was his weakest moment.
"You...you guys...really, took great pains..."
Knowing that he was on the verge of death, he finally realized that he had already fallen into a woven net.
Several huge bandages flew over, wrapped around the giant wolf statue that was about to fall into the sea, stabilized its body, and quickly pulled it to the flagship.
As the statue fell on the deck, several people on the statue also fell off.
Jack had already fallen on the deck, blood kept pouring out, and his speech was intermittent.
Looking at the knight holding the holy sword who had come to his side, he seemed to be cursing but it was no longer clear.
Even at the last moment of death, he firmly occupied this body and was unwilling to give it up.
The old man next to him had completely lost his breath, and a short, toy-like sword blade was stuck in one of his fallen eyeballs.
The two-headed doll, whose body was stained with blood, stood beside the body and looked at Alka.
At the last moment of death, Jack finally gave up his body, and Sivers immediately took over.
"Quick, he... run..."
Sivers, who took over the body, opened his mouth and said something, but the voice was too small and intermittent, and the people around him couldn't hear it clearly.
Looking at the body's wide eyes and anxious expression.
Lucilia's voice suddenly rang in Alka's ears, and the knight holding the holy sword next to him seemed to have discovered something.
The three of them turned their heads to look at the side of the body at the same time.
A soul shot out at a very fast speed, like a stream of light trying to escape.
The knight raised the sword of mercy and was about to swing it, and a card immediately appeared in Alka's hand and flew over.
The card quickly slid across an arc, instantly cutting through the soul that flew out and absorbing it.
And Sivers, who had reoccupied his body, finally closed his eyes and completely lost the breath of life.
Sivers died with his body after all.
Looking at the corpse in front of him.
Alka was looking at the dagger that was inserted into his heart in his chest. This dagger was so familiar.
It was the dagger that stabbed into his mother's chest from behind when Sivers restored the scene for himself.
Looking at the blade, there were a few words engraved near the guard, stained with blood, reflecting light.
Wife killer.
"Do you want me to hold a soul-crossing ceremony for you? This is your father, and what he did was not his intention."
The middle-aged knight of the church said in front of Alka.
As a knight who can hold the treasure of the Sword of Mercy, he certainly has the highest status in the church.
Naturally, he knows a lot of information.
Sivers' body is cursed by the Virgin Mary. If the soul is not crossed, the soul will be trapped in this body forever.
Alka did not refuse the knight's proposal and nodded.
"Thank you."
At this time, Sofia also came over with an arm and put it in the arms of Sivers' body.
It was the arm that fell into the sea.
Alka stood up, and the knight holding the Sword of Mercy knelt on one knee.
He chanted something, chanting a eulogy for the deceased, and the sword of love in his hand ignited a sacred flame, and then became illusory.
The illusory blade was inserted into the body.
The holy flame began to wrap the body and burn.
"Close your eyes, chant the name of the Virgin Mary, and see him for the last time."
Hearing this, Alka folded his arms and began to praise the Stone Mother.
Then he felt the sound of dripping water and opened his eyes.
The environment he had seen before appeared again in front of him.
He stood on the calm sea again, and Sivers' soul appeared in the same place.
He looked at Alka and smiled, his face full of pleasure and ease, and he looked at death very indifferently.
Alka just looked at him calmly, and the memories hidden in his mind began to roll constantly, as if the soul in his body was also wriggling.
He opened his mouth and said, "Father"
Sivers nodded with satisfaction, and the smile on his face became even bigger.
A small boat came over, with a lantern hanging on the bow to illuminate the darkness, and a figure on the boat.
It was Alka's mother.
She came to pick him up.
After seeing her, Sivers immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the boat. Death did not seem to be painful to him.
He got on the boat and hugged her.
Alka just watched the two hug and greet each other, but could not hear what they were saying.
The scene was still there, but the sound was separated.
After a long while, the two let go and waved in Alka's direction.
There was no excessive nostalgia.
The two sat in the boat together, sailing farther and farther on the calm sea.
Watching the backs of the two disappear into the darkness.
The scene was blurry again.
Arka opened his eyes and returned to the deck. The body of Sivers in front of him had turned into a pile of dust, and a dagger was buried in it.
The memory no longer surged, and it truly became his own.
The light spots floating around Arka's soul also completely merged into his soul, and the scattered light condensed again.
The soul became stronger and perfect.
Arka squatted down and took out the dagger, and then carefully put the dust into the bag.
They were all put into the ring.
At this time, a figure gently bumped into Arka's arms and hugged him tightly.
The Lucilia doll on his shoulder also hugged Arka's head.
Watching the movements of the two.
Alka smiled helplessly and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Really? But..." Sofia didn't know what to say to comfort him.
Lucilia said on Alka's shoulder, "But your parents are gone, and you are alone now. This should be very painful..."
"..." Alka was silent. It can only be said that Lusilia, who is not very experienced, has a unique way of comforting.
Then he said, "Don't I still have you? How can I be considered alone?"
Sofia immediately loosened his arms, turned around and walked away, and her ears could be seen to be slightly red.
Only Lucilia sat on Alka's shoulder, and the doll's arm patted his head happily: "Yes, yes, don't worry, I will always be with you. I am a soul now, and there should be no constraints on life.
I just don't know how long you can live, Alka."
"Thank you." Alka said with a helpless smile, and then sat down on the deck.
Looking at the thing in his hand, this is the treasure he got from Sivers before.
Then he looked around and saw the situation of his teammates.
Sofia walked away and was walking towards where his father was.
And Andre was sitting on the deck in the distance, receiving treatment from Vanessa, and he didn't know when she came.
And Andre kept looking here.
Looking at Alka who was looking over, he stared at Alka with dead fish eyes and made a fist gesture to Alka.
He saw a bad scene as soon as he woke up.
In response, Alka could only smile awkwardly.
Pororo was also receiving treatment from the church staff on the deck. He looked at Alka and smiled at him, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.
Julia stood aside and communicated with someone.
Jason came over at this time, with some blood on his face.
He sat down next to Alka.
"Ah, it's finally over, it's finally over, oh, so tired."
Alka sat on the deck, sighed at the darkness in the distance, shook his head and said: "Yes, it's finally over."
"What are you going to do next? Judging from Andre's appearance, he shouldn't continue to create treasure hunting groups."
"Let's go out to sea by ourselves, I'll be the captain this time."
"Is there a destination?"
The two of them sat on the deck, talking to each other.
It's only been a year since I went out to sea. I experienced various treasure hunts in the first half of the year, plus becoming a toucher, and my father's sudden attack in the second half of the year.
Now I have resolved the hatred between my father and mother, and avenged Sankaka and the people who died on the ship, and saved Andre.
Suddenly, he felt a little empty and exhausted.
"Maybe I'll take a break for a while. I'm so tired. I've been sailing in the Dark Realm for more than half a year. It's really tiring."
He has been in the Dark Realm for so long. He had been constantly attacked by darkness for half a year before he was promoted to the second spiral and got a mental protective suit.
But generally speaking, it's almost impossible to sleep peacefully.
It's been a long time since I saw the real sunlight.
Think about how much treasure he has put in the Dark Realm and haven't had time to deal with it yet.
If he doesn't take these in together, it will be a loss that makes people vomit blood.
When he thought about it, there were still various things he needed to do, and he felt even more tired.
But he couldn't stop moving.
Thinking of this, Alka immediately got motivated.
But before that, there was one thing that needed to be dealt with.
Thinking of this, he pulled out the card that had just flown out.
The back of this card was dark blue with a hint of dark green, and the card face was a mirror symbol.
It didn't seem to be anything special, but the entire card seemed to be filled with a faint mist.
Alka poured his magic power into it.
The entire card immediately turned into a palm-sized mirror, and there were dense spells engraved on the back of the mirror.
Looking into the mirror, the mirror did not reflect Alka's face, but a figure appeared inside, knocking frantically.
It contained his enemy, the soul that had tried to leave the body and escape before.
Jack.
Looking at Jack knocking angrily inside, as if cursing something, Alka couldn't help but smile.
This mirror was originally a semi-finished product made to build a new residence for Lucilia. It was not successful for various reasons and was kept by him.
The reason why it was not successful was that this thing could not allow the soul inside to enter and exit independently. It really became a magic mirror that trapped the soul. How could this be possible?
Of course, it could not be used by Lucilia, but after all, it was a semi-finished product. Alka did not destroy it, but just put it in the pocket ring.
There are several other samples like this with various problems. I didn't expect that they would play a key role at this time.
Locked Jack's soul in.
Alka looked at the soul inside and smiled and said: "Although you are my enemy, you can be regarded as my teacher after all. But think about it carefully. The reason why you left the inheritance there is to keep a hand. Maybe you can take me to the extraordinary road."
After all, he didn't take me away at that time, nor did he take down his body. He must have been unwilling.
He engraved the soul chain on his hand, and letting go of the inheritance was just a back-up plan, a casual stroke.
He should have thought of himself, and had a dream of being a treasure hunter.
If it weren't for the cursed silver coin, even the original Alka would have a good chance of finding the box of inheritance.
At most, he might be one or two years slower than himself, and he officially embarked on the path of transcendence.
"After all, you are my teacher, and I can't kill you."
Hearing this, Jack in the mirror looked puzzled and looked at Alka with disbelief.
Alka smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will survive."