One Piece: Call of the Undead

"There really is such an exaggerated life!"

Recalling what he had just seen, the elephant legs that looked like pillars of heaven, Cyrus not only clicked his tongue, but also sighed repeatedly.

Silver Forpasta also nodded in agreement and grinned: "This is really incredible."

Initially, he was not interested in their discussion about huge life forms, but when he actually saw them, even he was deeply shocked.

"This should be considered the largest life in the world, right?"

Even after seeing the super-giant Neptune-like Kisame, he couldn't help but marvel. The size of the Elephant Lord refreshed his new understanding of life forms.

At this time, Lin Han groped his chin and muttered to himself: "Maybe there is a bigger one, maybe."

In the Devil's Barque Zone in his previous life, the eyes hidden in the darkness were frightening enough just because of their size.

It's a pity that there is no follow-up description, and the majority of netizens can only rely on their own imagination to guess. This may be an even more exaggerated existence than the elephant owner.

"bigger?"

The three of them were startled when they heard this, and they all looked in disbelief.

"Hey, hey, is Boos real? Is there anything bigger than this?"

Silver Forpasta looked at Lin Han in disbelief. It was really hard to imagine how exaggerated that would be.

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Han sighed: "There are more secrets in this world than we see, so don't take it lightly. Monsters are rampant on the sea."

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this. What they saw today also taught them a lesson.

Lin Han turned on the radar, looked at the approaching target, and said to the three of them: "We will be there soon."

"Reached?"

Although several people were very curious about Lin Han's ability to accurately find the target without a permanent pointer, they did not have any doubts.

The last time he was chased by Aoki Pheasant and CP0, he led a few people and accurately found his companion.

Nephibit?

The eyes of several people were burning. In the previous exchanges between Lin Han and the fur tribe, Kisame and the others had already understood that the person they were looking for this time was a fur tribe member.

This made them a little curious as to what kind of magical power the other party possessed to make BOSS so interested in him.

……

In the mist, a magnificent and huge warship was anchored on the sea level.

Under the gorgeous appearance, there are powerful cannons hidden.

At this moment, the sides of the ship were surrounded by gunpowder smoke and steaming smoke, and fiery snakes were vaguely visible. With loud noises, the explosions caused countless waves on the sea surface.

A lightning-like figure kept running on the sea, avoiding the shells exploding around it all the time.

A burst of wanton and arrogant laughter resounded all around. On the bow of the ship, a strong man with slender horns on his head and hair as long as a lion's mane stared at the figures scurrying around with an arrogant expression.

His cat-like eyes flashed with cold light.

A closer look revealed that the figure was none other than the evil king Abarro Pizarro who would be imprisoned on the sixth floor of the city in the future.

At this moment, he was wearing a white and dark brown fur coat, a pair of metal gloves with matching black and bronze colors around his chest, and said with a wild smile on his face.

"Little guy, how long can you last? Meow~"

"Kids, keep firing and let this little kitten dance a little longer! Meow~"

The image of a giant man, but with a cute ending, such a weird combination, everyone seems to be used to it.

"Hahahaha, your majesty obeys!"

The mocking laughter spread across the entire ship at this moment. Suddenly, there was a continuous barrage of artillery fire, and the terrifying fire suppression was even more ferocious than before.

On the deck, a group of fur tribesmen, who were tightly bound by thick iron chains, glared at the figure on the bow of the ship, with blazing fire in their eyes, as if they wanted to burn him to death.

"Um?"

Pizarro, the evil king, who also felt something, looked sideways, then sneered at the corner of his mouth, and walked towards them step by step.

"Very nice look, I like it very much, meow~"

Looking at the angry eyes of a tiger-headed fur tribe, Pizarro smiled slightly and nodded with satisfaction.

Then a kick hit him in the face without any warning, sending him flying a long distance, and he fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The gagged fur tribesmen, looking at the suddenly violent Pizarro, could only keep whimpering and glaring at the guy in front of them who had hurt their companions.

"Clap!"

He stepped on the head of a rabbit-like fur tribe and laughed: "You guys are really a rare race. You are lucky enough to be the slaves of a great king. You must be grateful from the bottom of your heart! Meow~"

He exerted force on his feet and continued to increase the force. A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he said in a solemn tone: "You are fortunate enough to be trampled to death by the great king himself. Don't you feel very happy? Meow~"

The fur tribesman who was trampled under his feet kept struggling hard, but that big foot was like a thousand pounds, constantly increasing the force.

Pizarro looked around, with angry eyes that wanted to eat him alive, but his eyes were full of pleasure.

Torture and killing are what excites him the most.

Once you catch that little kitten, you must cook it well and enjoy it to the fullest.

Thinking back to just now, a little kitten that I thought was throwing itself into a trap almost hurt itself!

If he hadn't been so strong, his right arm would have been broken by that damn cat, right?

Glancing at the mark on the metal glove on his right arm that was almost penetrated, Pizarro's heart boiled with murderous intent.

If it weren't for my excellent spear skills and forcing the opponent to retreat, I'm afraid that's not the only place that would be injured...

It took more than a dozen guards to force the guy out of the ship. Such a guy was really too dangerous.

Hearing the painful wails coming from the fur tribesmen at his feet, the offended anger in his heart was slightly relieved.

A sudden noise interrupted his torturous interest. Pizarro frowned slightly and looked behind him with an unhappy expression.

Anyone who dares to disturb his entertainment at this time, no matter who he is, will have to pay the price for his stupid behavior.

"Who the hell dares to disturb this king's good deeds??? Meow meow~"

Pizarro looked at the guards around him and roared, his eyes filled with anger.

Soon, a sailor stumbled up to Pizarro, his eyes full of fear.

He stammered and pointed to the stern of the ship, and said in a horrified voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the guards are fighting, dead... dead people..."

"Snapped!"

Pizarro's face turned gloomy as he slapped the sailor in front of him away.

"Trash, I can't even say a word, what's the use of you! Meow~"

The guards around him shuddered involuntarily when they looked at the sailor who was knocked away by a palm, with blood splattering everywhere.

Looking at Pizarro, there was deep fear in his eyes.

Their Majesty the King has an extremely cruel character and takes human lives at every turn for his own entertainment, shrouding the entire country in darkness.

The resistance armies that had been raised several times were suppressed by him with absolute force.

Everyone who dared to resist met an extremely miserable end, leaving an indelible and terrifying shadow in everyone's hearts.