The powerful men of the heavens, starting from the time when the pirates helped the four emperors co

The ancient Gothic architectural castle stands on the edge of the drunken city.

The city's wine-red glass was filled with an alluring and terrifying aura, and the smell of blood seemed to be smelling in the wind.

Crackling!

Lightning tore through the sky, and pale thunder briefly illuminated the gloomy castle lobby.

Crocodile played with the antique in his hand and looked at Bamon below with interest: "Did you know? There are always people who think they can control the overall situation, but they don't know that they are actually dead rats in the stinking ditch."

"Bamon, what I like to see the most is the expression on the face of a weakling like you struggling to survive. Tsk tsk, look at what you look like now, it's really pathetic..."

Bamon was covered in blood. A military-made knife pinned Bamon to the ground. His eyes were blazing: "Krokdal...! You bastard, why did you betray me!"

Crocodile chuckled: "Betrayal? Haha, make no mistake, Bamon, the relationship between us is just mutual use... It's a pity that I don't need weak people in my next journey."

"Crocodahl!"

Bamon laughed angrily, his mouth full of blood: "Haha! You are still too naive, Crocodile! You have no idea how dangerous this sea is!"

"For countless years, how many strong men have proudly challenged the Grand Route, but in the end they all perished in the sea!"

"You just want to conquer the Grand Line on a whim? Stop dreaming, Crocodile!"

"You won't succeed! You're not the only one who has been given power by the Devil Fruit!"

"Do you really think those with natural abilities are invincible? Three years ago, I saw a teenage demon destroy the entire kingdom and its troops by himself!"

Bamon laughed maniacally, his eyes bloodshot.

He was clearly about to die, but he continued to provoke and ridicule Crocodile.

Crocodile's face turned from sunny to gloomy, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and there were gusts of wind and sand blowing around the castle lobby for no apparent reason.

Bamon grinned: "You can be proud now, Crocodile, my today is your tomorrow!"

"is it?"

Crocodile's eyes were cold, and with a wave of his hand, a steel knife made of sand pierced the back of Bamon's hand. Bamon screamed in pain like a slaughtering pig.

Crocodile raised his index finger, and the whistling wind sounded from the corners around the castle. Countless yellow sand flew up and gathered into a spear above Bamon's head.

"It seems you still haven't figured it out, Bamon... I can see your death date, but you can't see my future."

Crocodile waved his index finger, and the yellow sand spear fell down with a sound, blood spattered and smeared all over the lobby.

Crocodile stood up, his body quickly transformed into sand, escaped from the Gothic building, and flew to the suburban cemetery.

…………

Beelzebub stood in front of the tomb, looking at the tomb and said calmly: "You are here."

Wisps of yellow sand rose from the ground and slowly appeared in human form.

Crocodile looked at Beelzebub with bright eyes: "I saw you right, Beelzebub, most people can't feel my approach at all...

I am now more and more certain that if you go to sea with me, we will definitely conquer the Grand Line! "

Beelzebub shook his head: "You are too confident and underestimate this sea, Crocodile... I have to admit that you are indeed very strong, but compared with those monsters, even you may not be their opponent. .”

Crocodile was unconvinced: "If you haven't fought, how do you know you are not your opponent? This is an ownerless sea. We are destined to have a page in history. Can we save ourselves by giving in? There is no place in this chaotic world. There is eternal peace!”

Beelzebub looked back at him and nodded in agreement: "You are right. The world is chaotic and turbulent, with bloody wars everywhere. In the Kingdom of Buro alone, there are various forces involved."

Crocodile couldn't help but feel moved: "Because of this, you should go to sea with me to create our legend."

Beelzebub smiled and said: "Klock, I'm glad you can invite me, but now is not the time."

"why?"

Crocodile noticed what Beelzebub called him, but now he was more concerned about why Beelzebub rejected him again and again.

why?

Because it’s very dangerous!

Beelzebub said frantically in his mind that he tried the solution all over yesterday, but only for 10 minutes, he was sweating all over his body and his head hurt as if he had a stroke.

It felt like his kidneys had been ripped out for 10 minutes, and the pain in his lower back made him grimace.

If you take this one step further and don't fully understand the swastika, well, he feels like he can only use it for 3 minutes.

The Zanpakutō not only hurts the brain, but also squeezes the kidneys.

I've only been a real man for three minutes, but a monster like Crocodile still wants to play with me. Isn't this fatal?

I have no choice but to continue to cheat.

Beelzebub spoke slowly: "Since the Battle of the Valley of the Gods ten years ago, the maritime overlord Rocks Pirates were disbanded, and the once violent era has gained a long-lost peace...

But not long ago, the Roger Pirates were seen appearing in Upside Down Mountain. I guess they are planning to revisit the Grand Line.

This sea will soon be full of bloodshed again...

Kroc, my mission is to collect the corpses of the victims and bury them. This is the goal I set for myself and the task my master gave me, so as to give the victims a resting place.

Now I have only completed 100 bodies, and I am still far from a corpse. I am very happy that you can invite me on board...

But, I'm sorry, I can't promise you. "

Beelzebub showed a struggling and regretful expression, as if he really felt guilty and regretful for not being able to go to sea with Crocodile. His expression was spot on.

Crocodile frowned and said subconsciously: "Since you want to bury the dead body, can't you just collect the body when I kill someone?"

"!!!"

Beelzebub almost stumbled and fell down, coughing repeatedly in fright.

Is your brain circuit too dangerous? !

Beelzebub secretly cursed, and after calming down a little, he solemnly shook his head: "Klock, you are my partner, and your actions are contrary to my mission...

If you can do these two things, if you are still willing to invite me on board when the time comes, I will gladly accept it. "

"Which two things?"

Crocodile was curious. Beelzebub had always been special in his eyes. The two things that Beelzebub could propose on his own initiative must be extraordinary.

"First, defeat the new member of the Roger Pirates, Douglas Barrett; second, kill a kid named Kozuki Momonosuke from the Country of Wano. That kid should have just been born on Whitebeard's ship."

Crocodile was confused: "The first thing is easy, but the second one, are you sure you want me to kill a child?

And thousands of miles apart, even the navy doesn't know Whitebeard's specific movements. How do you know that kid will be born on Whitebeard's ship?

Beelzebub, are you kidding me? "

Faced with Crocodile's doubts, Beelzebub had already thought of the wording: "You will definitely encounter this kind of prophetic ability after going to sea. It is called the domineering power of seeing and hearing. Moreover, the first thing is not It’s as simple as you imagine.”

"Domineering?"

Kroc groaned, and as for the first thing Beelzebub said, he completely ignored it.

joke!

I may not be able to defeat the world-famous Roger, but am I still unable to defeat a mere newcomer to the pirate group?