Half a month later, the waters of Alabastan.

A pirate ship with the Moria Pirates Bat Skeleton Flag is slowly sailing towards Alabastan.

This ship is Molia's current ship, but not only does not look as majestic as his original terrifying three-masted ship, but it is riddled with holes and rags, as if it had just experienced a storm-like battle.

And this is indeed the case.

"That madman"

Abu Sarom, who is currently working as a shipmaker, looked at the big hole left on the deck that had just been left not long ago, and couldn't help but say with some depression:

"Didn't it just borrow a ship from him?"

"I actually chased us all the way to Alabastan!"

Perona did not agree with her companion's shameless words this time, because she knew that Lord Molia was not just borrowing a ship from others.

The unlucky pirate group kindly rescued Molia and his group from the sea, but was fed back on the spot.

Except for the captain who escaped alone, all the crew members were stripped of their shadows by Molia and became prisoners who could only hide under the deck and were shameless. The pirate ship was also occupied by Molia as its own ship.

It can be said that the entire army was wiped out.

But unexpectedly, the young white-faced captain who escaped alone not only did not escape in shame for the rest of his life, but instead bit Moria and his group like a mad dog.

"He probably can't let go of his cherished companions, right?"

Perona said to herself with some emotion, then reached out to caress the pet horse standing beside her:

"Right, Faroru?"

The white horse, which was not covered with a trace of color on his body, trembled all over when he heard this, and the horse's face showed a humanized panic.

It immediately answered the master's question with a neighing sound, then lowered its head and rubbed Perona's cheek affectionately, and finally served the difficult ghost princess.

This white horse named Farulu is the original captain's mount, which is as beautiful as its little white-faced owner.

But compared to this unparalleled horse, Perona, with a strange aesthetic, liked her original pet zombie bear more;

However, the zombie bear had already sunk into the sea with the terrifying three-masted ship. Perona, who was lost in her heart, had to use some means to train the white horse to become her pet and use it as a substitute for the zombie bear to comfort her.

Molia naturally didn't feel in the mood to see Perona train her useless horse, but she was frowned by Perona's casual words "I can't let go of my companion."

"Can't let go of my companion?"

Moria's eyes turned red for no reason, and her huge body kept trembling:

"He is just a junior who is ignorant of the world!"

"As long as you are a living companion, you will die!"

"If you don't die at my hands this time, you will die at someone else's hands next time! What qualifications do you have to have a companion if you don't have strength?!"

""

Facing Molia, who suddenly became irritable, even Perona, who was absent by nature, dared not respond.

The pet horse that had just been trained by Perona for a short time was even more shocked and tried his best to hide his huge body behind the petite Perona.

After a long silence, the nameless fire in Molia's heart finally disappeared a little.

Moria's eyes stared at the mast that was destroyed by the aftermath of the battle, and the reason in her brain regained the upper hand:

Although he said that little face was a junior who was "unaware of the world", Moria still remembered this young enemy who was still not famous on the sea:

A genius of swordsmanship, white horse Cavendish, known as the pirate noble son.

He was born in the Kingdom of Rommel in the New World. He was a famous local handsome man and genius since childhood. After becoming a pirate for various reasons, he entered the first half of the great channel to explore.

However, before this young pirate with great potential could upgrade in the first half of the Great Channel, he was extremely unlucky to meet Molia, the king of the Seven Warriors who was sucking in a man and not spitting out his bones.

However, although this fledgling pirate captain lost many times under Molia's whereabouts, he became more and more defeated and more courageous.

In just half a month, the greasy and powdery Cavendish had grown to the point where he could escape from Molia.

From easily suppressing the opponent step by step into a situation where he almost got along with the young man, Moria, the decadent uncle, suddenly felt what the midlife crisis was. In a trance, he seemed to have seen the lonely scene of his previous wave dying on the beach.

"It must be stronger!!"

Moria gritted her teeth and silently recited the word "becoming stronger" in her heart, but the first thought that flashed through her mind was the inertial thinking he had developed in the devil's Delta over the years:

"I want to collect more, stronger shadows and create an invincible zombie legion!"

"Mr. Molia!"

The warning sound of the lookout on the ship suddenly echoed on the ship:

"An unknown sea ship appeared ahead!"

This lookout was not the new subordinates Molia recruited these days, but the new zombies he had encountered along the way from the merchant ships and pirate ships he had encountered these days.

Since many years ago, Molia has been reluctant to use living people as her subordinates.

So on the huge terrifying three-masted ship, besides Molia, there are only three living people, Perona, Abusarom, and Hogubak.

“Are there new prey?”

Molia looked at the sea ship that was gradually revealing its traces in the distance, hanging with the strange golden sword flag, and couldn't help but laugh strangely:

"It seems that Dr. Hogubuck is going to work overtime again."

However, his laughter had not lasted for long before it suddenly stiffened on his face.

Because a black dot suddenly jumped out of the sea ship that he regarded as prey, the black dot jumped into the air and then passed by a lightning bolt in the air at a ghostly speed.

The black spots were getting closer and closer, and Molia gradually saw that the UFO was actually a young knight wearing armored sword.

The knight's great sword exuded dazzling light and burned with flames of gold and red. From the outside, it was completely opposite to the fat vampire style like Moria.

Moria's expression immediately became solemn, because the long-distance moon steps shown by this knight proved that the other party's strength was extraordinary, and it was definitely not the kind of passerby that he could control at will.

"cut!"

The knight's figure was still in the air, but the great sword that burned fire in his hand had already fallen.
Chapter completed!