Pipicia personally taught Sherlock how to use it through thoughts.

Sherlock nodded, it seemed that it would be beneficial to reach 100.

He carried the wind cannon on his shoulders, asked everyone to retreat, and fired shells at the purple mist.

This shell was actually a gust of wind, which in an instant, blew away the overwhelming purple mist.

Everyone was saved, and they sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Heling applied bleeding-resisting agent to the pirate who lost his arm and bandaged the wound:

"It's a pity that healing techniques are not used."

"Thanks."

The pirate looked at Mr.1, and MR.1 was still expressionless.

Sherlock threw the wind cannon to the tall Melby, "This weapon will be yours in the future."

Melby nodded. This wind cannon is much more practical than a musket, at least in this foggy world.

Just as everyone relaxed their guard, red mist swept over.

Before they could hide, they were already in a bright red.

This is a side effect of using wind cannons. Wind cannons absorb wind power, release storms, and blow away the purple mist.

But the absorbed side was just occupied by red fog, and the difference between the wind pressure on the left and right made the red fog unobstructed, surrounding everyone.

Sherlock released the domineering armed color. In an instant, the domineering silvery domineering aura condensed into a hemisphere, covering Sherlock, Herring, Kom, Laubran, Clockdal, and Mr.1.

The barrier to the awakening of the mutant domineering aura!

Under the barrier, all physical attacks can be isolated.

The extremely invasive red fog can also resist it.

And the others, Sherlock had not had time to extend the barrier to them, they were already stained with red mist.

Fortunately, the red fog is not corrosive and their bodies have not undergone terrible changes.

However, they raised their weapons one after another, and their blue veins bulged, their eyes showed violent aura, and they began to attack each other and kill each other.

"this?"

Herring frowned and looked at Sherlock.

Kom swallowed:

"How could this happen? Why did they hit their own people?"

"It should be affected by the red fog. This red fog is probably different from the purple fog. Its function is to make people lose their minds and fall into a crazy state of fighting."

Sherlock analyzed that he was about to ask Pipicia for his relationship, but found that this guy was outside the barrier.

But Pipicia's relative was not affected by the red fog at all, and was still rushing around in the crowd of people trapped in the fight to chase butterflies.

Butterfly? There are butterflies in this fog?

Sherlock was stunned for a second:

"Follow the butterfly and get out of the fog!"

"But they?"

Kom looked at Sherlock nervously. The pirates outside the barrier had already formed a ball at this moment. If they were not stopped, they would die at their own hands.

Sherlock yelled: "Stop."

A tyrannosaurus pressure was released from his body, and all the pirates couldn't help but crawl on the ground, which felt like the suppression of level.

But there was still killing in their eyes, like a time bomb that could explode at any time.

If Sherlock makes them all lose consciousness at this time, it may be able to temporarily remove the threat of the red fog, but this will put them in a dangerous fog world, and it will be difficult for Sherlock to protect everyone alone.

But if it only shocks them, it will not be able to resolve the threat of the red fog.

He was in a dilemma, what should I do?

People polluted by the red fog can barely leave any effort when fighting, and feel like they will never die.

Sherlock used his armed domineering spirit to isolate his whole body, separate from the barriers of awakening, and appeared next to the half-giant Melby, snatched the wind cannon, and fired at everyone.

A hurricane hit, rushing them in the direction of the butterfly flying.

Sherlock used his domineering aura to detect the flight of the butterfly, judged its route, and fired again.

Everyone was blown by the hurricane again.

Sherlock followed closely behind.

After operating this several times, I followed the butterfly to an island wrapped in orange fog.

Under the orange sky is a quiet island, with green trees and clear spring waterfalls flowing among the mountains. In front of it is a sea of ​​dark purple flowers, with countless colorful butterflies dancing in the sea of ​​flowers.

This scene is a bit like a paradise.

Sherlock instinctively wanted to use a wind cannon to blow away the mist, but Pipicia reminded him:

“This fog is harmless.”

Sherlock observed carefully and found that the people who were exposed to the orange mist had no abnormal changes. On the contrary, they all showed signs of improvement in their situation, and the murderous aura on their bodies seemed to have been washed away and they began to regain their sanity.

Then, they looked at each other and began to be scared. If Houston didn't take action just now, they might have died under the butcher knife of their companions.

Even so, many people were injured, some were knife wounds and some were gunshot wounds.

Before, under the influence of the red fog, I didn’t feel any pain at all, just thinking about killing and enjoying the pleasure brought by killing. Now I wake up and feel pain everywhere in my body.

"Bit, you guy is too ruthless. My arm is going to be ruined."

"You are so embarrassed to say to me, did you cut this knife on my leg? If you have a little higher, your life will be explained to you."

While complaining, the pirates recovered their rationality in time, and did not create an irreversible situation.

"Is the function of this orange mist washing and purifying?"

Kom took out his notebook and recorded the effects of all the colors of fog he had encountered before.

Although the orange mist on the island is thin, it covers everything, as if it has solidified time to dusk.

"Down Island, this is the Down Island!"

Kom observed the island for a moment and screamed in surprise.

Sherlock pinched his eyebrows, what is the island of dusk, why did he touch his own blind spot again? Is the pirate world so rich?

“Where is it?”

Laubron asked in place of Sherlock.

"Legendly, there is an island in the Emmenes Islands called the Twilight Island. There is no time left on this island, and there is always dusk. This island is the island where the ancestors of the Immortal Birds live, and can only be found by 100% lucky people. At the same time, the Immortal Birds are also the most friendly mythical creature to humans."

Kom said excitedly,

"Someone once predicted that if you want to live forever, you can only find the island of dusk and stay on the island for the rest of your life."

"What's the difference between being imprisoned?"

Clockdal asked rhetorically.

Kom looked at the beautiful scenery of the Twilight Island and said yearningly:

"A paradise like this, it is probably the dream of most people to live forever here."

“Is there any historical text on the island?”

Clockdal asked, Kom shook his head:

“There is no record in this book.”

"It seems that I can only look for it."

Clockdal looked at Mr.1, and MR.1 nodded slightly. The two were about to act separately, but were stopped by Sherlock.

"Wait first, the situation on the island is not clear yet, so don't act alone first."
Chapter completed!