Chapter 444: Primal Hunger, A Bigger Version of Luffy?

Chapter 444: Primal Hunger, A Bigger Version of Luffy?

"Woof?"

Susie glanced at Fors with dissatisfaction, which made Fors apologize quickly, saying that he shouldn't use its name to scare Hugh.

In many cooperations, she finally understood that Susie's strength might be better than hers, and she was very fast in dealing with pirates, not much worse than Miss Audrey.

In the combination of three people and one dog, she could only bully Hugh.

"The sky there seems to be a little different..." Audrey looked up at the sky, pointing to the area that was not covered by clouds.

Hugh and Fors also looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that there was no cloud above the island, and the sky was clear and blue. This was nothing, but in the sky outside the island, the clouds gradually gathered to form a gray-white circle.

The circle gradually grew larger, as if it was going to bind the entire island inside.

Hastur naturally saw this unusual scene, but he did not feel the oppressive and violent breath from the Lord of Storms.

This scene might be created by the bishops of the Church of Storms, so that the Lord of Storms could be allowed to descend directly at a critical moment?

This was just a guess, so he didn't tell Audrey and the others, and watched the development of the situation silently.

Although the pirates were numerous, their high-end combat power was far inferior to that of the Storm Church and Bernadette. They quarreled fiercely, but no one dared to force their way into the island again.

Time passed little by little, the scorching sun in the sky sank into the sea, and the crimson moon sprinkled a peaceful and crimson moonlight, reflecting the entire sea surface more and more bright as blood.

Under the cover of the moonlight, there were always some island groups that were unwilling to stop and began to act.

With repeated forceful intrusions, the number of corpses floating on the sea surface gradually increased.

Their bright red blood just merged into the sea, and the crimson moon originally reflected on the sea surface was dyed dark red by blood.

Blood and death, is this the situation that the Fallen Mother Goddess expected?

But the clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Night will hold a purification ceremony after the death of the pirates, and the blood should be useless.

Hasta still stood at the bow and looked around, without any intention of taking action.

Audrey stood quietly beside Hasta, her eyes blurred, and I don't know what she was thinking about.

Hugh looked at the sea where the shouts and screams came from with an unwilling look on his face, and he wanted to summon Miss Audrey to complete a few more wanted orders.

Fors went back to write a novel, saying that inspiration came.

In the second half of the night, there were fewer people who dared to sneak onto the island at night, and the sea surface returned to calm.

The next day, a few bodies that were not collected in time occasionally floated on the sea. The bodies were pale and swollen, and the blood on their bodies seemed to be drained.

Hugh and Audrey just looked for a while and returned to the room.

Hasta looked at the island where Roselle was, which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, making it impossible to see the truth.

He also looked at it from the Hall of Stars, but he didn't see anything special.

If you want to know what happened specifically, you need to go to the island to see it yourself.

But this is very dangerous, it is better to keep it like this.

Two more days passed, and tonight is the full moon of the fifteenth day.

After dinner, Fors hid in the room early, praying for the protection of the stars.

Her decision was correct. The full moon whispers tonight were stronger than any other time.

She seemed to have come to the source of the full moon whispers and touched the curse at close range.

Even with the protection of the stars, she could not completely avoid the damage caused by the full moon whispers. Her already sparse hair fell out several more strands.

She curled up in the quilt, shivering.

"Xiu, I just saw that all my hair fell out."

"It's okay, this is how you look smart."

Xiu stayed by the bed and patiently guided Fors' emotions to prevent accidents.

Hearing the suppressed painful sounds coming from Fors' room, Susie shuddered and moved a little further away.

Hall of Stars.

With the end of the full moon whispers, Hastur withdrew the protection of the stars.

Through Fors's full moon whispers this time, he was extremely sure that the Fallen Mother Goddess was watching here from the distant starry sky.

Because of the existence of Her power here, Fors's full moon whispers were enhanced to a terrifying level.

"Mr. Men..."

Hasta tapped the table with his fingers, thinking about an important thing.

If the Fallen Mother Goddess's attention is completely on Roselle, then can it indirectly affect Her state by influencing Mr. Men?

Regarding how to purify Mr. Men's pollution, he has done many deductions, striving to find a useful way to help Mr. Men, so as to limit the influence of the Fallen Mother Goddess on the real world.

"Rossell..."

"We must wait until a more appropriate time."

Hasta thought a lot and decided to wait. The Fallen Mother Goddess was too terrible. For the first fight, he must consider it carefully.

It's a pity that the other Outer Gods are not here now except the sealed Lamp God. Otherwise, they can go to the island to explore the situation first. Anyway, they are just a clone, so they can make the best use of it.

"Hey, the original hunger said that it would send down a clone."

Hasta looked at the star where the original hunger was, and after a careful search, he did find a small light spot.

Zooming in, Hastur saw the clone of the original hunger.

His clone had successfully descended with his help last time.

But there was something wrong with his style.

He is like a super-sized Luffy, eating and drinking on a big ship. Well, a more accurate description should be stuffing food into his mouth.

He is like a big round balloon, with a waist as wide as four or five people. His huge butt is sitting directly on the deck. His short legs and facial features are almost buried in the fat pile.

The only slender thing is his arms, which can be stretched freely like rubber, responsible for stuffing all kinds of food on the long table in front of him into his mouth.

On both sides of the deck stood two rows of crew members who were trying to catch seafood from the sea. Some people were responsible for sending the caught seafood to the kitchen for cooking, and then bringing out the cooked food from the kitchen.

Busy, like a grand buffet.

But there was only one guest at this buffet.

Look at the way he eats, it's more than three days without a full meal, it's simply the reincarnation of a hungry ghost.

Let me see which unlucky pirate group has this master.

Oh, it turned out to be the death call of the Undead King Agaritu.

I didn't expect Him to come near the island, which was just right, and it would save time.

Hasta just admired it for a while, and the idea of ​​food in his heart became less and less.

Such eating broadcasts are suitable for watching when losing weight.

Seeing that the original hunger started to pound the long table because the food was served too slowly, Hasta knew that the time was almost up.

He opened a starry sky directly above the head of the original hunger through the Hall of Stars. Endless starlight gathered, and the shadow of the Hall of Stars stood majestically above the stars.

With just one glance, the original hunger stopped eating, his eyes were dull, as if he didn't understand why the stars came to him at this time.

He glanced at the shocked crew members beside him, opened his mouth and sucked it hard, all the light was sucked into his stomach, the surrounding world was dark, and only he was facing this starry sky alone.

"Stars, what do you need me to do?"

"Go to the island."

"That's the territory of the Fallen Mother Goddess."

"All your food."

"Okay." Primordial Hunger thought about it and agreed, "Next time, you need to help me descend."

"Okay, one condition at a time."

Primordial Hunger nodded, and the starry sky above his head dissipated.

On the Death Announcement, the world was as dark as ink, and all the crew members knelt on the ground trembling, lowering their heads, not daring to make an extra sound.

When the darkness in front of them dissipated, at the long table, the mysterious visitor who was originally bloated like a balloon, now turned into a bald strong man more than three meters tall, with a sturdy and powerful figure, and arm muscles like tree trunks.

His upper body was naked, without a piece of clothes covering it, and his lower body was wrapped in a yellow-brown leather skirt, and his right hand was waving a white bone club.

It was a simple smelting of the bones extracted from a huge marine creature that He had eaten before.

The whole person looked like a hunter walking out of the primeval forest.

The three-meter-tall body brought a strong sense of oppression, and the surrounding crew members lowered their heads and dared not look around.

Yuanchu looked towards the island with hungry eyes, touched his smooth head, bent his legs slightly, and jumped towards the island.

The huge impact force made the entire Death Announcement make a sound of breaking under the heavy load.

The black hull began to collapse with the point of support of his feet as the center.

The Undead King Agaritu looked at his flagship with distress, and hurriedly urged the power of the Death Announcement to reunite the scattered hull.

After finishing this matter, he dared to look up and look in the direction where the mysterious visitor left.

I saw that his figure had passed through the vast sea and landed on the island in the distance. The violent sound when he landed could be clearly heard even from such a distance.

"Heh, Bernadette, if you have the ability, kill him."

The corners of Agaritu's mouth rose slightly, but soon he seemed to think of something, and his whole face fell again.

The original idea of ​​escaping was also cut off by him in time.

If you want to survive, you better be honest.