Chapter 626: The Jealous Belial

"Hee-hop!!"

On the battlefield, the boyish Belial moved around, jumping up and down like a monkey, launching various attacks.

His fists, feet, and even his head were all used by him.

"Like a beast."

The center of his attack was the very gentle-looking Crowe.

On one side of Crowe's head, avoiding Belial's fist, at the same time glanced at Moore's direction, and said, "Is the strongest one there?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and slapped Beryl's wrist, shaking him.

The latter was a little unstable, but reacted quickly, hooked his legs and feet, and threw them towards Crowe.

"Don't underestimate me! I am the strongest of the army commanders!!"

"shave."

That kick was empty.

Crowe quickly appeared at Belial's side, kicked out, and brushed against Belial's side heavily, kicking him away. Then, with one finger, facing Belial who was sliding backwards, he pointed his fingers at , "Flying Finger Gun·Lianhuasan."

Belial's pupils shrank, and he crossed his arms immediately. Then he heard a 'chi chi' sound, and there were several blood holes on his arms and body.

"If we are defeated by this level, it would be a waste of Mr. Kulo's trust in us."

Crow pushed his glasses with the heel of his palm, and said lightly: "As Mr. Crow's trusted right-hand man, I have an obligation to exterminate you stupid pirates."

"ah..."

Belial dropped his arms, showing a grin, he stretched out his arms, and licked his tongue on the blood that flowed from his arms, "It's so powerful, so powerful that I'm jealous! If I had such a powerful power, I would have Let's rule that damned place of Morgati!"

"Morgati?"

Crowe frowned, "Are you from the East China Sea?"

"You've heard it, yes, it's that place, the famous amusement kingdom, Morgati!"

Belial lowered his head and murmured: "I'm so jealous, that Prince of Pleasure, I'm so jealous of him! Why can't I have that identity, that kind of power! Just like I'm jealous of you, you are so It's so powerful, so powerful that it seems that you can defeat me with an understatement!"

His voice began to exude a low voice, and a purple spark began to float on the surface of his body, as if it was about to ignite, but there was no burning object, like an ember.

"Jealous, so jealous, I don't have what you can have! Why is the world so unfair to me!"

Belial raised his head, the purple light seemed to erode his pupils, and a voice that sounded like a mixture of many people came out of his throat, "Looks like jealousy!"

He loosened his body, stepped forward, and disappeared suddenly.

"shave?"

This time it was Crowe's turn to be surprised. He quickly turned around, blocked with one hand, and saw Belial appearing behind him, punching him.

boom! !

Crowe only felt a numbness in his arm, he grabbed Belial's wrist with his backhand, and threw him away violently.

"Leaving aside the power, but what about the speed, is it faster than mine? How did you learn it..."

Belial, who was thrown away, showed a grim smile, and suddenly stretched out five fingers, aiming at him amidst Crowe's astonished expression, and five familiar and powerful auras shot towards him like bullets.

"Iron block!"

Crowe's body shook, and he withstood the five attacks. Five holes were punched out of his clothes.

"Why do you know how to point a gun again?!" He gritted his teeth.

"Hey hey..."

Belial fell to the ground, buried his head in a low smile: "The appearance of jealousy means that the enemy's attack method can be doubled back to the opponent. No matter what kind of move you use, I can return it to you twice. No reason, just pure jealousy!"

"that is it?"

Crowe frowned, "Is it that simple?"

"Simple?!"

Belial seemed to have been insulted, and yelled, "Why do you say this is simple! I understand, you are jealous of me! Jealous of my strength!"

"Jealous of your power?"

Crowe looked him up and down, stepped on his feet, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Soon, a huge figure appeared in front of Belial.

puff! !

A tall, half-human werewolf stood in front of Belial, a hand full of sharp nails piercing through his chest.

Belial lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the hand that pierced his chest, opened his mouth, but spurted out a cloud of blood.

"So what about double counterattacks, your physique...is not good enough."

The upper half of Crowe's face has turned into a wolf's head, and the erect pupils are full of disdain, "This level is worthy of threatening me, Master Crowe?"

This blow pierced the heart, no matter what kind of force it was, with this guy's physical fitness, he would definitely die.

"Why..."

Belial raised his head with difficulty, his face was already ferocious, "Why are you so strong!!"

He slowly stretched out his palm, as if he also wanted to get close to Crowe's chest.

not dead yet? !

Crowe was startled, his arm left Beryl's chest, and his body stepped back, a little further away from Beryl.

At the same time, he put the bloody paw to his lips and licked a mouthful of blood.

Then take it seriously!

"Obviously so strong, why..."

Belial took a staggering step forward, bared his teeth with bleeding lips, and shouted, "Why didn't you save us in time!!"

There is darkness in my mind.

The factory full of thick smoke, the people with uniform smiles, the metal fence that never sees the sun and the surrounding...

At that time, I was accidentally swept into the sea by the wind and waves, and I regained my sobriety, but I could only see my family members in the ranks of the group of smiling people. No matter what I called, I couldn’t change their attitude...

It was a scene like hell!

He has called out countless times, and he has placed his hope in the just navy!

Useless! No one can help him!

Why? !

They obviously have powerful forces, huge warships, and weapons that are capable of killing people. Why?

Why are these people so strong, why no one is willing to help him, why no one is willing to save his family, save his country? !

Why can they laugh and laugh, eat delicious food and hide in warships and fortresses, why can those civilians use the things produced in the sweatshops of Morgati openly, why no one pays attention to the status quo of their country?

Justice, how ridiculous!

How enviable these people are!

Can't the happiness of these people be shared with Morgati...

The world is so unfair!

But, if possible, I want a fair world, a peaceful world...

Whether it is Morgati or other countries, everyone can live with their true hearts, a world full of kindness.

"Are you coming?"

In a trance, he seemed to see an iron maiden. The iron maiden's mask was wide open, revealing a girl's warm and holy smile.

"Saving the world requires your strength, and you need to bear the 'sins' of other people."

...

"I took the blame..."

Belial staggered, walking towards Crowe step by step, the purple light shone even brighter in his pupils.

His hand suddenly stretched out and pressed against Crowe's chest.

"I am Belial of 'Jealous', I want...to save the world!!"

Click.

As if some limit was shattered, the purple light in Belial's eyes exploded, annihilating along with the purple sparks from his body.

Those eyes gradually dimmed.

His hands hung on Crowe's chest, bent over, and kept his posture motionless.

"Has the vitality burned out?"

Crowe looked at him for a while, then sighed, "This ability uses my own vitality..."