The Pirate Garen

Galen hugged Nami, who was crying bitterly, with one hand, and raised the big sword high with the other hand.

Slashed with a sword.

Although Galen's sword is an epee, the blade is still sharp, and it is even more unstoppable to cut it in the air with its own weight.

With a crisp sound like chopping melons and vegetables, Aaron's expression full of fear and panic was frozen on his face forever.

After all, he couldn't face death as freely as he said just now.

A paper tiger who is used to bullying the weak will never learn this kind of freedom.

Nami didn't go to see Aaron's death, but lay weakly on Galen's chest and wept loudly.

She was finally freed from the nightmare, and finally found a place where she could cry and vent her pain like a normal girl.

Galen cooperated very well to let Nami express her emotions in her arms, but her attention was attracted by the new changes in the system:

The powerful Aaron provided Galen with a huge amount of experience points, and the benefits were far greater than the dozen murloc soldiers and cadres that Galen had killed before.

Galen managed to reach level six.

Galen's physical strength once again had a small leap with the level.

He can roughly feel that if he meets Major Hammer again now, he may be able to confront him head-on without using his mouth.

And the new skills gained after upgrading to level six are not random rewards, but Galen's natal skills——

The sword rushes to the bullfight, the light shoots the sun and the rainbow, the giant shakes the mountains, the powerful Zhenjiang sea, let you be happy.

Justice for Demacia!

【Demacia Justice】:

"Garen summons the power of Demacia, causing huge damage to the target;"

"The more evil the target is, the more damage it deals."

This skill is still very different from the game, and the skill description is so concise that Galen can't understand it.

"What does it mean that the higher the evil level of the target, the higher the damage it will cause?"

Galen couldn't help asking about the system that was always on standby in his mind.

The system rarely responded to Galen's question:

"The damage caused by this skill will provide a proportional increase in damage according to the degree of evil of the target."

"Determined by its evil degree?!"

Galen asked with some puzzlement:

"How to judge the degree of evil?"

The system replied again:

"Based on the host's concept of good and evil, comprehensively judge based on the target's motives for doing evil and the severity of its behavior."

"The motive and severity of the crime?"

Galen chewed these two words carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Doesn't that mean?"

"The worse the impact of the evil deeds committed by the other party, the higher the increase in the damage of my skills?"

The same is evil, weak little pirates can only rob and kill people, but powerful big pirates can commit horrific crimes of massacring cities and countries.

If the damage is increased according to the degree of evil, then this [Demacia Justice] is, in a sense, a magical skill that is strong when it is strong.

This time the system replied coldly:

"There is no need to answer this question, please let the host explore by himself."

Then the dumb system went into standby mode again, leaving Galen to fumble alone.

However, Galen still had many unanswered questions in his heart:

What is the conversion formula between the skill damage increase and the target's evil level?

Is there an upper limit to the damage increase ratio?

How can the evilness of the target be quantified?

Galen thought for a long time and still couldn't get the answer

However, he finally figured out why the system said "this question does not need to be answered"——

Because no matter how the damage increase is calculated, I will use this big sword to chop people.

As for those problems, I will know if I hack people a few more times in the future.

After thinking about it, Galen finally got out of this bend.

He was about to bring his spirit back to reality, but his thoughts were interrupted by the noise from the outside world.

bang bang bang!

There was a dull and rapid metal knocking sound, but the source of the sound was Galen's thick breastplate.

Galen came back to his senses and looked down, and found that Nami was hitting her chest with a pink fist and a hammer with her face flushed.

Nami raised her head from Galen's arms and looked straight into Galen's eyes. Her fair cheeks, which were still wet from tears, were full of seductive blushes of embarrassment, and said to Galen angrily:

"How long do you want to hug me!!"

"Cough cough."

Only then did Galen realize his impoliteness.

And the audience next to them were all looking at this pair of tightly embracing "couples" with blessings, envy, curiosity, or anger.

The curious eyes came from Nami's sister Nuo Qigao. She looked at the little interaction between Nami and Galen with interest, and a faint smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

The angry eyes came from the sheriff Ajian who treated Nami as his daughter. Looking at the knight who hugged Nami tightly, his face was already blackened.

"Asshole!"

Ah Jian finally couldn't hold back and shouted: "Let Nami go!"

Nami also flushed and threw herself into Galen's arms twice, but she still couldn't break free from Galen's firm arm.

"etc."

Galen silently exited the digitalization mode, returned to the physical state in a white suit, and said solemnly again:

"I was wearing armor just now, and I didn't feel it when I held it."

"you!"

Nami gave Galen a shameful look, but gave up the symbolic struggle.

When the two parted from each other, Nami's face had turned red into a crimson cloud, and she could never regain the calmness of the little thief cat before.

"Nami."

Galen looked into Nami's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "I have a question for you."

"kindness?"

Nami was slightly taken aback, only to feel that the temperature on her face went up several degrees, and the beating heartbeat echoed clearly in her ears.

She hesitated for a long time before she blushed and said softly, "You, you ask!"

Galen turned his head suddenly, and pointed at the few remaining murlocs that had been firmly controlled by the navy:

"Are there any miscellaneous fish over there who deserve to die like Aaron?"

"Forehead?"

Nami's delicate and complicated expression suddenly froze on her face.

Galen didn't understand Nami's complex expression, but continued to add questions:

"Is there any kind of scum who wantonly kills people, commits many crimes, and stays in the world to waste food?"

"I'll save some rations for the Navy."

"you"

Nami stared at Galen speechlessly, and finally let out another cold snort: "Hmph!"

And the murlocs over there trembled when they heard it.

These few lucky ones had already planned to go to the naval prison to have a meal, but they didn't expect that the god of death would pay attention to them again.

Nami was depressed for a while, but she followed Galen's request and cast her scrutiny on the murlocs over there.

Except for the sad-looking Octopus Hachi, the other murloc soldiers couldn't lift their heads under Nami's gaze.

"That guy!"

Nami pointed to a murloc whose head was buried the deepest, and said through gritted teeth:

"He likes to torture and kill humans the most!"

"In these years, he provoked and killed no less than ten villagers in the surrounding villages alone."

"No, it's not."

The murloc waved his hands weakly, his blue face turned pale with fright:

"That's what the dragon forced me to do!"

"hehe."

Nami just returned him a disdainful sneer.

Nami is very clear in her heart:

Not only did the evil dragon not force this guy to kill, but he was angry several times because of this bloodthirsty murloc brother. After all, he killed many "taxpayers" under the evil dragon's rule for no reason.

"Well."

Galen walked slowly towards the murloc, and at the same time turned on the digitization mode again:

"It just so happens that I have learned a new sword skill, so I will try it out with you."

"Sword skills?"

Da Siqi at the side immediately regained his spirits, and his eyes were fixed on Galen.

I saw Galen standing in front of the murloc, slightly raising the big sword in his hand.

"I, I really don't."

The murloc who was reported by Nami defended himself with horror on his face, but he still couldn't find any convincing argument: "No."

There was no pity in Galen's voice:

"Accept the sanctions!"

Then Galen raised his greatsword aloft:

"Justice will prevail!"