After confirming that he could not resist, "Qiu Sui" immediately expressed his willingness to surrender.

It's very convenient to talk to smart things. "The Death" pointed out the location of Agaritu. It was not in the captain's cabin, but in a hidden position in the cabin below. Next door was the first mate and second mate's cabin.

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The sailors walking around were praying for the "Great Death Ship". The first mate who happened to meet him was also chanting the orders of the "Death Ship". The location of the residential area also seemed to hint at the "Immortal King".

The real body is actually a boat rather than a person.

Perhaps it is precisely because Agaritu will change when he dies that he became the "Immortal King".

So soon, Agaritu, who was adjusting to a possible battle in his cabin, felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room. He stood up suspiciously, reached out to touch the weapons on the table, and then his shoulder disconnected,

The arm is missing.

"Not strong enough."

His two arms were floating in the air, held by a faint shadow. The shadow held his arms and said in the tone of a merchant looking at the meat on the chopping board:

"A 'Desire Apostle'..."

"Sure enough, he is only as good as a pirate general."

"Just right. If you can't stand out too much, then just be a 'devil'."

Blood spurted out from the broken part of his shoulder, and he had temporarily lost the ability to think due to the excessive impact. He forgot to run away, to shout, and even to fear. He stared blankly at the shadow coming in front of him.

, his arm was floating in the air, and it was still connected to his body half a minute ago. The shadow stretched out its hand or tentacles and wrapped around his body, and then he lost consciousness.

His soul was extracted, and his body was kneaded into a ball of mud, including his arms.

During the process, all the bones had to be picked out and placed aside to prevent them from being crushed. After squeezing for a while, the outsider felt that something was wrong with his hand, so he suddenly realized: he had not picked out the clothes just now.

But it's okay, it's not a big problem. In the past, when I was making a container for myself, I tried to perfectly replicate the appearance of "Edward Vaughn", and I spent a lot of time pinching people. But the joy of pinching people is always in the process, not in the process.

The result, and sometimes the result is inevitably not what God intended. In the end, the Decline King chose a simpler way: treat the soul as a mold and directly stuff a ball of living flesh into it. As long as the soul is still there, the flesh will always look like this.

The Declined King is quite confident in his manual abilities. The source of his confidence is the superb fine-tuning skills he has honed through repeatedly reshaping out-of-control vessels for more than a thousand years.

Most of the time, the container will directly lose control and become indescribable, but occasionally it will appear as a human being with some inhuman characteristics. At this time, these superfluous parts must be carefully removed, such as gouging out the corners or eyes, and removing the wings and

The growing wing bones are cut off, and sometimes part of the limbs have to be broken off and replaced with new ones to ensure that they can be reused.

He kneaded the meat ball like clay, and the meat ball continued to leak out red blood like clothes with too much water. In the process, He pulled out the clothes inside and threw them away, and by the way, he prayed to himself who was still in prison.

A copy of the characteristics of Sequence 4.

Add "devil" characteristics to the meat ball, add soul, add consciousness, and a brand new Agaritu is completed.

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His eyes turned black, the extraordinary characteristics were integrated, and the devil who shared part of his identity skipped the necessary rituals.

He sat up from the red bed and found that the vision of his eyes was a bit too high - the rapid regeneration of his body caused some mistakes. So he had to take off the eye on his forehead and slit it where the left eye should be.

Make a hole and insert the red eyeball into it.

The eyeballs grew quickly, but the optic nerves were not completely connected. Blood flowed from his forehead into his eyes, and his eyesight turned black. After the spiritual fusion was completed, he noticed that his hands also looked strange, with an extra finger on his right hand. So he gnawed on it.

To eat, bite off the two short knuckles from the root, click, click, grind the bones and meat into pieces and chew them repeatedly in your mouth. After swallowing, the cracks on your hands have already healed.

He spent some time opening his stomach to adjust the misplaced internal organs, which made him complain that his current behavior was more like a secret prayer than a demon. But this was the fastest and most efficient way to adjust. When everything was over, he

He dug out a set of clothes that he usually wears from the closet in this cabin, then squatted down and knocked on the floor with his hand.

"So."

Agaritu said: "Now, the 'Immortal King' is a real devil."

The candlestick in the room was lit with a bang, and the mirror mounted on the side wall reflected a person's upper body.

He has a darker complexion, less deep eyebrows, and black hair. Against the backdrop of his facial features, Agaritu looks more like a sunburned Northern Continent mixed-race person than a maritime or Southern Continent native.

He took the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror for a moment, then put on his coat and boat hat, grabbed the thin sword on the table, hung it on his waist, and walked out.

He walked out of the lower cabin step by step and boarded the deck. Due to his previous identity and position, the boatswain around him only saluted him and addressed him as captain, without showing too much awe.

A figure walked past, ignoring the captain, and Agaritu reached out to grab his shoulder.

The second officer, Gilcias, was stopped from moving and looked at the other party quite dissatisfied. His tone and actions showed little respect, and he could only compare himself with the most basic courtesy of Extraordinaries of the same sequence and path:

"What's up?"

For some reason, when he looked at the other person's red eyes, he suddenly felt an unknown fear.

"Now weigh anchor and move forward at full speed to Bayam."

Under the gaze of these eyes, Gilcias resisted the urge to ask questions - but failed to resist, he said in an even more unkind tone:

"Why? This is not the order given to us by the "Qiu Sui"."

After hearing this, Agaritu took a deep look at the second mate from bottom to top. Gilcias moved uncomfortably, feeling like he had become a fish on the chopping board, being cut open inch by inch and looked at cleanly.

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The devil grinned, showing a malicious and mocking smile.

"It is now."

He said slowly: "From now on, my will will be the will of the 'Queen of Death'."

TBC

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In the new month, there is an urge to speak loudly, that is, six to seven thousand words will be updated every day.

When I think about it carefully, my production capacity is just like this, forget it, forget it, don’t give everyone unrealistic expectations (.)
Chapter completed!