The sacred cat eagle hovered over the temple, screaming shrillly!

The priestesses stayed outside the main hall.

Fourteen of them sat on the ground, folded their hands together, closed their eyes and recited Freya's holy name silently, as if they were performing routine evening prayers every day.

The thin body under the robe trembled with the sound of the sharp blade coming into the main hall, wailing and humming.

The oldest and calm personality, Xigedlifa calmly looked into the main hall, and fire, sword, and blood reflected in his pupils.

A figure with golden light flashing on his body was rushing around a dozen pirates in the main hall at high speed.

He stirred up the bloody rain of the sky like a meat grinder on the battlefield. The weapons, armor, and flesh and blood of pirates collapsed under the sharp sword, without a single enemy.

But a person burst out with a momentum of thousands of troops.

What's even more strange is that a blood-colored tentacle entrenched behind him, and as he swung his sword, he hit the enemy like a serrated python.

The pirate who was shot was as if he had been immobilized, and could not move. He stretched his neck and let the witch hunter behead him!

In less than ten seconds.

The fights in the hall were a quarrel.

Among the minced flesh and blood qi on the ground, only two people stood opposite each other.

"Who are you?!"

In front of the statue of Freya that fell to the ground.

Mokwag's face was stiff, his eyes flashed, his hands and feet were weak, and he could hardly hold the sword and shield.

In less than ten seconds, the brothers who had been with him through life and death and had experienced hundreds of fierce battles turned into incomplete corpses all over the ground. He had never seen such a terrible skill, like a nightmare.

A huge sense of powerlessness enveloped him, and he understood that this guy was absolutely unable to compete with him.

Behind the witch hunter, his arms were thick and thin, and his wrists were all swung, as if he was chanting a hoarse elegy, awakening the memory of fear deep in his heart.

Countless terrible illusions surged out of his mind.

The merchant ship sailors, old men, women and children who were robbed and killed by him in the past, screamed and crawled out of the tomb of flesh and blood corpses, and their bloody palms grabbed his legs, as if they were going to drag him into hell together!

The pirate leader lowered his head, and there was no trace of arrogant arrogance and rampantness in his expression!

"Who am I? Isn't it the messenger of the God of Freya who was despised by you and insulted! Aren't you going to chop me into meat sauce?" The witch hunter hooked his finger at him and joked, "Come and do it quickly! Don't let me down. How can the pirate who dares to insult Freya be afraid of a physical mortal fetus like me, a mere steel sword in my hand?"

"You're not a rat who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong?"

"Aren't you very excited when you hurt the unarmed priest?"

The witch hunter threw the weapon directly at his feet.

"I, I'm joking with you." Mokwag gritted his teeth, threw away his weapons, and squeezed a smile that was even worse than crying. "How dare we fight against a big man like you?"

Mokwag took a step back and cleared his throat.

"I just asked my brothers to warm up with you and try your skills."

"Then?"

He observed the face of the witch hunter.

"It turns out that you are more powerful than I thought! You are fully qualified to join my fleet! Become the new deputy captain on the Sea Lion!"

"With you joining, my fleet will be more powerful. Let's join forces, let alone Skelliger, the entire North Sea, no, including the ocean area of ​​Nifgaard, will become our territory!"

"What tangible benefits can Freya give you?" Mokwag saw the witch hunter silently and further emphasized, "Did you see this legendary goddess, even a few dozen pirates of us can't handle it!"

"She really doesn't deserve to be called God!"

"She can't give you anything!"

He showed a passionate smile and stretched out his hand to the witch hunter.

"In addition, as long as you cooperate with me, all the gold, silver and jewelry you harvest today will belong to you!"

"And tomorrow, your reputation will be heard throughout the world!"

Roy's mouth curled, and his smile was full of disdain.

"I can give you more!" He immediately anxiously increased his bargaining chips, "I have loan businesses in Novigray and Lang Essett. As long as you work with me, I will transfer all the business to you!"

"Add these sums of money will not be spent in ten lives of ordinary people!"

"I will give you the passionate jade again!" He took out a beautiful water-blue diamond from his arms, "This thing is priceless!"

"It's not a shame that he is the most 'great' pirate in the archipelago. He dares to win over me at this time? But sorry, I'm naturally stubborn, and I will take what I want myself!"

Roy shook his wrist and drew a circle on the ground with the blood that had fallen from the tip of the steel sword. "Now, honestly, how many people do you have? Where is your ship? The greatest pirate in Skellijay shouldn't be just these 20 or 30 people, right?"

His eyes turned and he answered honestly.

"This time I acted to avoid disturbing the old thing Dona Ann Cinda, I brought less than one-fifth of my men."

"As for two of the ships...", "It's anchored on the sea north, how about I can take you there now?"

"As long as you spare my life, I am willing to transfer the captain's position to you in front of all my subordinates. I can be the deputy!"

"How about it, the new captain?"

Roy suddenly tilted his head and made a tilted listening attitude, "The conditions are quite attractive, but unfortunately, goddess, I don't want to forgive you!"

Swish-

A afterimage and a triangular spell flashed through Mokwag's eyes, and he was stunned like a puppet, staring at the air.

The witch hunter took over the "Jade of Passion" from him

"Come in, everyone!"

Xigedrifa, who had been peeking outside the door, heard this and led a group of sisters into the hall. When their eyes swept across the ground with blood and minced meat, their little faces were as pale as paper, and there was a hint of great revenge in their eyes.

"Who are you, the Goddess believers? Why do you come to help us?"

"You can treat me as Freya's messenger and come to fight against the sinners." Roy put his sword back and returned to his back, helped the goddess' statue up, and put the diamond back into the groove of his chest, pressed it.

"Now that pirate leader Mokwag has temporarily lost his resistance, so I will hand him over to you to deal with it, but he is extremely guilty, so it is best not to let him die too happily!"

"You?"

Some girls carefully picked up bloody weapons on the ground and clumsily surrounded the pirate leader.

Someone found a thick rope and began to tie his hands and feet.

"I? I have to destroy his foundation!"

After leaving a word, the witch hunter rushed out of the main hall with great strides.

And a group of delicate priestesses stared at his far away back and the elegant black cloak, with gratitude and respect flashing in his eyes.

The Goddess Messenger is so powerful and charming!

He turned to the pirate leader who was tied up and was as stupid as a wooden chicken. His originally gentle eyes emitted a red light and became extremely hated!

It was all the sound of gritting teeth.

...

"You five are doing well, and they can be considered as making up for their merits." The witch hunter walked to the entrance of the temple. The five pirates led by Aina were breathing rapidly, their armor and weapons were covered with blood, and their expressions were fierce and confused. Their feet were already covered with the bodies of their companions who offended the goddess.

The Ice Spirit's existence has been exhausted and has disappeared.

The witch hunter patted Ainna on the shoulder admiringly, "Continue to work hard to atone for sins, stay here, and I'll go."

...

"Swish-swish-"

The figure of the witch hunter flashed with sharp arrows... crossed the dense bushes, the woods whistling in the night wind... disappeared deep in the night.

Indalsfell Island, the northern bay.

The witch hunter stood on the steep reefs on the edge of the island and looked at it with all his eyes. Two pitch-black dragon boats were parked in the sea and motionless, like evil beasts lurking in the shadows.

The bare masts that sway gently with the sea breeze are their vicious bone spurs.

...

"Swish swish-"

The cloaked guest standing on the cliff rose and fell several times in the sky like a bird, and without knowing it, he landed on the collision corner directly in front of the dragon boat on the left.

Looking around, more than fifty fully armed pirates were sitting on the deck waiting for battle.

The helmman heard the strange sound of breaking through the air, stared at the direction of the collision, and rubbed his eyes.

"Swoosh-"

The crossbow arrow penetrated into a big mouth, and a bright ball of blood and white brain mass burst out from behind the head.

The helmman fell backward without saying a word.

"Beware! The enemy attacks!"

Above the dragon boat, sharp shouts and horns sounded, and someone lit the torches.
To be continued...