A very heart-wrenching battle, no one on either side can help the other, except that the other party will dodge and use their bodies to resist, this battle is not much different from playing sandbags for Sean.

As Moria absorbed the surrounding Piao, getting bigger and bigger, Sean also stuck his sword on the ground and leaned in the direction of Moria empty-handed.

There was no need to use a sword, unless he had a fifty-meter-long sword, there was no way to pierce Moria's waist.

There is no soul storage in the body space, and Sean can't use the moves he is good at.

This world is probably a world that can't hold up magical power.

Whether it is dealing with Smoker or Moriah in front of them, these two people will never stop if they don't use up the magic power in their bodies.

Devil fruits, what a cheating fruit.

Sean slowly approached, and did not disturb Moria to absorb Ah Piao, he wanted to give Moria enough time, it was best to use the last hole cards, he didn't want to finish this fight, only to find out later that Moriah did not actually die.

People who play with souls often have their own means of rebirth, and Sean doesn't want to have that in case, Moriah has to die today.

Countless black shadows were pulled out of Moria from the Piao, from the walking corpse.

The stitching monster has long since disappeared, and presumably Trixis and they don't want to change their soul habitat again, at least Moria's appearance is really unpassable.

Brooke, a lonely musician, also came to the castle, and looked at the giant Moria with such horror that his heart almost stopped.

Oh, yes, he doesn't have a heart. Parenthesis laughs.

"Mr. Sean!"

Brooke shouted anxiously, and the moment he saw Sean, he was also relieved to see that Sean was safe and sound.

However, what he couldn't understand the most was why Sean didn't run away.

Determined by his mind, Brooke doesn't think Sean will be able to defeat Moria, especially Moriah after having enough time to absorb the many shadows.

"Come here, Mr. Sean."

"Yo, Brooke, wait a little longer, and when you get your shadow back, remember to get on my ship."

After saying that, Sean walked to Moria empty-handed, and sighed in his heart.

It's not that I'm sighing that Moriah is about to disappear into the world, but that I feel sorry that I haven't slept well for most of the year, and all the time I spend accumulating magic power.

I finally managed to get a good night's sleep yesterday, and the price was really heavy.

Helpless, perhaps.

Sean was a little annoyed, eager to know how to fight against such a fruit powerhouse.

I haven't seen everyone eat a Devil Fruit, so at least, there must be a scientific way to deal with the Devil Fruit powerhouse in this world.

Sean walked slowly, his hands glowing with different colors.

At this time, Sanlang and Iron Head returned to the dungeon without finding anything, only to be blocked by a huge body.

On closer inspection, the Stitch Monster was sitting on the ground and talking happily with the skeleton.

"You're back, have you found the shadow?"

The skeleton greeted the two warmly, feeling the different fluctuations in the air, and there was a conclusion in his heart.

"Nope."

"Nope."

Sanlang and Tietou were a little depressed, thinking that it was just nonsense for the bones to let them go to the shadow, how could people not have a shadow.

It wasn't until they came to the outside world, through the faint light, that they found that their shadows were gone.

What a concept.

It's like an iron rod that has been with you for many years, although you have the great goal of becoming a great magician at the age of thirty, at least you won't need it until you are thirty years old.

Suddenly, when you wake up one morning, you find that the iron rod with which you loved you like your closest companion is gone.

Sanlang and Tietou are in such a predicament, on the sea, they have been lost, obviously they don't need that thing, just like the shadow, it is said to be useful, but in fact it is useless.

The guy who can't do the assassination profession wishes that his shadow would disappear forever, and he can eliminate a factor that exposes his whereabouts.

It can be useless, but it must be there.

This is like a certain petite organ in the human body, which has no effect, but it exists in the human body, if it is not for appendicitis, most people will probably not pay attention to the small cecum for the rest of their lives.

The shadow is gone, and although I heard the bones tell me what happened, it was still difficult to accept.

What's even more unacceptable is that the bones already look very strange, but this big guy who looks like it's a patchwork of all kinds of corrupted corpses, combined with the weird smell from his body, Sanlang and Tietou feel that they should find out if there is a pit and let themselves hide.

"You two will rest for a while, and then we'll see the big scene."

The skeleton didn't think that Sanlang and Iron Head were at fault for not finding the shadow, or that there was anything wrong with their abilities.

Feeling the restless magical elements in the air, the skeleton knew that Sean, who had no other means, had only this path to take.

He didn't feel any displeasure, it was better to say that this was what he and other soul balls would like to see.

Neven Moore is an ancient hero, and he hasn't been made by these two abilities.

His existence is to prove that Sean has been deeply affected, and if he continues on the same path, no one can predict what kind of existence Sean will eventually become.

Lose your marbles? Still stupid.

Or, Sean will always be with the abyss and ride himself in.

Big scene or something, Sanlang and Tietou don't know what kind of big scene is.

The biggest scene they have ever seen in their lives is the king of the near sea.

When I was surrounded by a group of sea kings,

For their safety, Sean hid in the cabin the whole time, and did not see how Sean subdued that group of sea kings.

Even if you come to the great route, the biggest crisis is just fighting with the sky and the sea.

The skeleton said something to the Stitcher, and then beckoned to Sanlang and Iron Head to follow.

Whether he finds a new path or walks in the same place depends on Sean's performance this time.

Spells, Sean has, and the magic has been accumulated for more than half a year, which is quite sufficient.

If Sean still uses the elegy of the soul, even if there is no soul in his body, he still forcibly uses it, and the transparent little group believes that even if the situation does not get worse, it is the beginning of a worse.

Stitchers kept a distance from the bones, and they were affected by the Moriah Fruit, so they could only watch from a distance in order to ensure that they would not be dragged into the battle by Moria.

Moreover, it is also necessary to ensure that Sean's soul returns to Sean's body as soon as he wins the victory.

Time is of the essence.

There was no doubt that Sean would be able to win, it was a foregone conclusion.

If one Moriah could defeat Sean, it would be a joke for everyone in Hinterland, whether it was Nervemore or Rubick, to say they were blind.

And Transparent Xiaotuanzi and Trixis and others can also go to find a new body, or a container that can live temporarily.

As if to wait for all the spectators to arrive, the arrival of Sanlang and others is like the beginning of this battle, or it is a sign that the battle is about to end.

"Okay? Okay, just don't speak, the duck's voice sounds very uncomfortable, if there is hell, please tell your companions in hell for the rest of your life. As far as I know, people in hell may not be able to die, provided that you don't mess with those big guys. ”

"You, damn it, ahhh......h

That is why, the fates of people will vary a lot.

Sometimes, birth is destined for what the future life will be like, which is why people seek better things.

It's all because I don't have it, or I lack it.

A handsome boy, a grinning boy with buckteeth and a pockmarked face.

Let's not care about their strength or their moral character.

On the first impression, the boy who doesn't look very good has already lost out.

What's more, there are also family background and family factors to consider.

This also has the old saying, reincarnation is a technical job.

If you look ugly, enriching the inside is actually a very attractive thing.

Sean doesn't know if Moriah has been a pirate for too long, or if he has low self-esteem and self-doubt since he was a child because of his unique appearance and ugly duck voice, and then became more perverted.

All in all, Moria's life, Moria's dream should be over now.

The rest?

Sean didn't have much interest, and the reason why he came to Drift Island was to confirm whether Moria's ability was his own ability, of course, his own ability here refers to the ability to get without relying on the Devil Fruit.

Otherwise, Sean also wants to get a suitable fruit, although he will lose the ability to swim, but the benefits still outweigh the disadvantages.

Only one Devil Fruit can only be eaten, and this restriction made Sean discourage his plan to find the Devil Fruit.

What's the use of eating only one.

Hinterland is not a world full of continents, if you want to give up the ability to swim and seek a limited ability, Sean decided to give up the power of pursuing a Devil Fruit after thinking about the gains and losses.

As the old saying goes, what a magician can't do now can do in the future, so there's no need to rush to find more power.

Knowledge is power, and that's right.

Sean is confident that he will gain the power to protect himself when Prince Arthas grows up and brings tragedy.

This is also the means that Sean is going to deal with Moria, from this day on, he is no longer a "simple" swordsman, he, Sean, is a mage.

God, it's empty.

Well, it seems a little unrigorous.

The fog shrouded in the island of Apiao was broken through a hole, and the island, which had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, ushered in the long-lost irradiation.

Like a deflated ball, Moria's body thumped and turned into the big man six or seven meters tall.

Presumably, this is his normal height.

Sean can also understand why Moria is a bit like a madman, with this height, it is not easy to find a girlfriend.

(Well, King Woo Meow held back, just wanted to say a little bit, but found it when he checked it, and then angrily deleted 2,800 words, what a poor King Woo Meow!) Parenthesis laughs. ）

Looking at Moria lying on the ground, black shadows continued to flow out of his body, where to go, Sean did not know, presumably they would smoothly return to their master's side, continue to be a dispensable shadow.

"Why, why are you okay!"

Questioning like a defeated dog, Sean doesn't know how to answer Moria, which may be the last question of his life.

"Look!"

A simple answer, he simply pointed behind him, and the shadow stayed behind him.

Sean, who was bathed in the sun, was not fatally injured because the shadow was extracted, and the shadow-like things that Moria extracted from Sean were actually souls that existed in the space in Sean's body.

With an incredulous look in her eyes, Moria's life came to an end.

Everyone has a story, and everyone's story can be used as poetry. It's just that some people's stories can

Resonate with others, and most of them, will only become a seasoning in the small talk of the masses.

What Moriah has done, what kind of ambitions he has, or how much charisma he has been.

Sean didn't want to know about this.

When a person dies, the lights go out, which means that the world will no longer sing the praises of his deeds, and as time progresses, the dead person will eventually touch his traces in this world.

Now that Moriah is dead, Sean has also managed to get back the shadow of the lonely musician Brooke, although the gain from this trip is a little small, but it is not a loss-making business.

Shaking the ice edge on his leg, Moria was also considered to be dead.

Sean's lifelong learning, and his achievements in the past six months, are all shown.

Whether it's the icicles of dragon's breath, the massive blast of fire created by the fire elementals, or the natural spells used to limit the enemy.

This is probably the first time that this sea world has ushered in a different kind of power magic.

Return to your companions.

The bones were unexpectedly shattered into a slag of bones, and the situation of the stitching monster was not much better.

Without a soul to support it, it has long been unable to support the burden of its huge size, and it flows out rancid juice.

It's all back, it's good.

Whether it's Transparent Little Dang or Sean, they will eventually face unavoidable problems, at least, now is not the time to think about these things.

"Let's go, keep up. Sanlang, leave them alone. ”

Greeting Sanlang, Iron Head and Brooke, Sean decided to return to the Alexander, and Moria's death only proved that the adventure of his life had reached the end, and the people on the Alexander still had a long way to go.

Looking at the two who were obviously Moriah's companions, a guy in a white robe who looked like a mad scientist, and a little girl who was similar to Bacon and liked to hold a rag doll.

Sean didn't embarrass them, no matter what, Moria died, whether the two were Moriah's companions or subordinates, if they wanted revenge, Sean believed that they would be able to find out his whereabouts.

If you don't take revenge, it's best.

There is no need to fight with weaker people, the lights go out when people die, and the debts disappear when people die. Life is no longer suitable, so there is no need to add a touch of trouble to a difficult life.

Sean didn't say it, and they didn't dare to ask Sanlang.

As an outsider, Brooke, who could have become a member of the Alexander tonight, was clearly still immersed in that incredible power.

It's not the power of the Devil Fruit, but it is far beyond the Devil Fruit, this is like Sanlang and the others who just went to sea from their hometown, everything is novel, they are like Grandma Liu entering the viewing garden, the unknown is the novelty.

The fire, the dinner, the imaginary lively atmosphere did not appear.

Sanlang, Iron Head, and Brooke are still disturbed by what happened today, and some don't know what to say.

And the crew who had been staying on the Alexandria only knew that Ah Piao was gone, and then they saw the blue sky through the clouds.

They don't know what to say.

The only one who is somewhat headless and brainless is bacon.

As a mascot, in order not to make one's body fattened to the point of no return, food supply restrictions are inevitable.

Cherishing every opportunity to let go of the belly and eat a big meal is one of the few things that Bacon can feel happy on the Alexander.

The sea, when it is calm, is often quiet and frightening.

Fortunately, Bacon's gabba is a good soundtrack.

"Whatever you want, just ask."

Picking up a glass of wine, Sean felt his body feel a little weak again.

A world without magical elements is like this, and there is no way to help oneself release spells by communicating with the magical elements that are separate from heaven and earth.

Whether it's the simplest of ignition or a spell to illuminate, use magic from your own body.

Although it was very cool to fight Moria, using many spells that had never been tried before, the feeling of weakness in the end was also very obvious.

I can't think of how long it will take to recover, but fortunately, the soul is back in my body again, and the Devil Fruit ability is not an ordinary existence.

Sean felt that he could survive for a while with only the sword.

The problem that plagued the three waves was roughly only what Sean used, which was both a Devil Fruit ability and a different ability.

You must know that those with Devil Fruit abilities can only eat one Devil Fruit, and the abilities used are also attached to that Devil Fruit.

Whether it's the dragon's breath icicles, or the flames that burn everything.

This can no longer be explained by Devil Fruits.

"Magic!"

Very simple words.

Sean told the truth, whether he can accept this explanation or not can only depend on whether Sanlang's heart is strong.

"It's magic!"

Sanlang replied in real time.

This made Sean a lot more relaxed, and motioned for Cuihua to bring the barbecue to herself.

"What is magic? I don't know? ”

Sanlang's heart is very complicated.

After spending many days with Sean, it was obvious that Sean didn't want to answer this question more, he was just answering at the right time.

With an answer, even if it doesn't explain much, it can be regarded as a reassuring pill for everyone, at least the captain of his own ship is not a monster.

"Captain, where are we going?"

As soon as he finished asking, Sanlang regretted it a little.

Isn't it in vain to ask yourself, even if they know the destination, it is impossible for them to arrive according to the goal.

Buddha sailing, that's how strong it is.

"Go, New World."