Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

When Lucilia's words rang in her ears, Alka immediately looked behind her.

The light of the sword flew past him.

A dagger was stuck in the wall nearby.

Look at the person coming.

Dressed exaggeratedly, with clown paint all over his face, he walked towards Alka with exaggerated steps.

That crazy smile on his face and his crimson eyes.

"Hahaha, I finally caught you again!"

The dagger originally inserted into the wall disappeared, and new daggers appeared in the clown's hand again, one after another appearing between his fingers.

With a flick of his hands, eight daggers were thrown towards Alka.

Alka rolled past.

A dagger still cut through the clothes on his back.

A card flew along the ground towards the clown, and when it was about to hit the clown, it suddenly flew upward.

But it was knocked away by the dagger in his hand.

But it also bought time for Alka.

"It's you, the defeated general."

Alka stood up again and looked a little embarrassed. His body was covered with dust from the ground, and a gap was cut in the clothes on his back.

One sentence instantly angered the clown in front of him.

The figure quickly ran towards Alka, waving his hands at the same time, throwing daggers at him one after another.

At the same time, he yelled crazily: "I will cut your mouthpiece and feed it to you."

This clown seems to be even crazier than the ones I met before, and he can't calm down at all.

Alka quickly retreated, and kept holding his hands from his waist, shooting cards one after another towards the enemy.

The arc of the card is somewhat unpredictable.

Launched from a variety of directions.

Drawing a strange arc, forcing the enemy to stop.

Alka was too tired to deal with the daggers one after another. He took out the lock on his thigh, turned the paddle on the back and fired directly.

The dispersing bullets scattered around, and the bullets were like burning pale white fireballs.

Shoot down all the daggers thrown at you.

Alka's other free hand had already grasped the pistol, aiming at the enemy and emptying the wheel.

Faced with this situation.

The clown rolled around and ignored the flying cards. Even if he was hit by the cards and cut on his flesh and blood, he still didn't care.

Then he stepped on the ground and turned to run towards Alka.

Alka was already leaning against the wall at this time, unable to escape.

A card slipped from under his trousers and was stepped on by his feet.

"die!"

The clown who rushed over waved his dagger with both hands, waving it wildly at Alka.

Alka could only hold the locker and pistol to block it.

But his melee combat skills were obviously not as good as the clown's. Even if he had deliberately trained during this period, he was still far behind.

After only two attempts, the dagger cut his wrist and shoulder.

Enduring the pain, Alka squatted down and then rolled directly past him.

Such an action made the clown who had already killed the red-eyed man ecstatic. He held the dagger in his hand without hesitation and stabbed it downwards.

Now Alka's body was full of flaws, as if she had put her life in his hands.

Only then did he realize that he couldn't move his hands.

Turning around, he saw four water chains appearing from nowhere, connecting to the ground and binding his limbs.

There is a blue card.

Alka rolled up and without hesitation held the lock and turned the paddle on the back to face the clown in front of him.

"Goodbye, idiot!"

Aiming at the head, a dense cluster of projectiles was ejected from the muzzle.

On the crowded projectiles, the burning pale white flames mixed together, like a fireball.

"Crack!"

There was a sound like glass breaking.

The projectile hit a light shield, and then the shield shattered under the attack, but the bullet also consumed all its power.

Follow the broken shield chips falling towards the ground.

Behind the broken shield is a clown with a grin on his face.

"You are not the only one who has this thing."

It's like the old days are reappearing.

It was the shield that saved Alka's life last time, and it was also the shield that saved the enemy this time.

At this time Alka felt the numbness in his left hand.

When he turned around, he saw that the wounds on his left wrist and shoulder were slightly numb and had a different color.

"You also put poison on the knife?"

The clown's smile became even more ferocious.

He broke free of the water chain with force and walked over quickly, while Alka could only stand up and retreat backwards.

"I told you, I will cut off your mouthpiece bit by bit and feed it into your belly."

"Then cut open my stomach and take out my mouthpiece and sew it up?" Alka asked rhetorically.

"ah?"

Alka's sudden answer made the clown slightly confused.

Then the scarlet eyes that had faded were once again filled with blood, and the anger was almost visible to the naked eye, covering his clown-like face.

He seemed to be insulted.

He gritted his teeth and roared: "You really deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

This man's psychology is much more fragile than he thought, and he can be angered by just saying a few words.

Alka couldn't help but think, then controlled his breathing and stepped back.

The clown, who was already extremely angry, was no longer prepared to give Alka any chance, and rushed towards him like lightning with a dagger in hand.

Looking at the approaching clown, a smile suddenly appeared on his originally embarrassed face.

A blue gradient card appeared at the clown's feet.

After being activated, water chains spurted out one after another and were launched instantly.

He directly tied up the approaching clown in the air and forcibly pulled him in place.

In addition to tying up his limbs, he also wrapped his waist, tightly imprisoning him in place.

This is the first card he got from Jack.

Compared to what he made himself, it was much more powerful, and the stimulation was smoother.

After all, the cards he made couldn't even achieve gradient colors.

Alka took this opportunity to reload.

Densely dense red lines like thorns appeared on the clown's face.

With the sound of roaring.

The chain formed by the water flow began to become unstable, and water stains kept splashing out.

Seeing the clown who had already freed his hands, Alka dodged directly to the side while reloading.

One after another daggers flew towards him.

Alka hit the surrounding mud and walls.

At this time, the clown used force again and was about to break free of the water chain on his leg.

And his hands kept showing daggers and throwing them at Alka to prevent him from attacking him.

Run and roll forward to avoid the dagger attack.

The attack stopped suddenly.

Turn around and look.

The Joker has broken free of the chains on his legs.

Alka raised his hand and fired a shot. The clown, who was breaking free from the chain around his waist, had no time to dodge and immediately raised his hand to protect his head.

The bullet directly hit his wrist, and the dense ammunition directly caused ulcers on his wrist and the surrounding area.

The scarlet thorns began to glow, and non-fatal injuries were no longer an obstacle to him.

And Alka didn't know when a magic hat appeared in his hand and put it on his head.

Looking at the clown who had not yet broken free from the chain around his waist.

Said with a smile.

"The show has begun."

The cards that had been thrown out by Alka and pinned to various places on the ground began to glow faintly.

This is transparent, colorless light.