Pirates: Prince Charlotte

The dark sky and the smooth ground opened and closed, and the mace was struck like thunder. Lachi Road was like a speeding ball, smashing an egg tart boat on the seaside.

"Bang!" The hull of the ship was torn apart and turned into pieces of wood. Lachilu finally climbed out of the sea, but slipped on the ground again.

"You two are so shameless!" Lakilu covered his swollen cheeks and gasped: "You little bastard, give you a chance to prove yourself!"

"Put the woman off your back and fight me alone. I promise not to sneak attack this woman!"

Lajilu took a step forward, and then, with a "pang" sound, he fell again, his forehead stuck on the ground, and he slid forward five or six meters.

"Yes... If you are a man from the sea, give me a fair duel!" Lakilu landed on all fours, struggling to support himself, his neck tilted back, his voice trembling.

The opponent's combination was too restrained for him. Whether it was the powerful boy or the slippery woman, they were no match for him alone.

The woman's methods are very fancy, but her fighting power is too weak, and the blows on her body are not painful or itchy; the boy is extremely powerful and invulnerable, but he lacks experience in fighting the enemy.

But what if we cooperate?

Butter can make the field slippery and sticky. Not only is it easy to fall, but it can also restrict movement. Especially when the butter turns into a wave and rushes up, you can't even hold a pistol.

Because butter is a natural lubricant, without friction, even if you can shoot bullets wrapped in armed colors, the accuracy will be affected.

Although the Armed Color Haki restrains Devil Fruit, the focus is on capturing natural entities, which cannot change the slippery nature of butter!

Moreover, as a chef, he would not dare to shoot easily. After all, butter can burn and can support combustion. What if it attaches to something and turns into a sea of ​​​​fire? !

It’s true that I like to eat chicken legs, but I don’t want to become grilled chicken legs!

"You also said that this is war, not a game of pirate house!" William hugged Garrett tightly and placed a hand on the crook of her leg.

"Why should I fight alone when I can bully the minority with more?"

"I have become a pirate, do I still need to uphold the so-called morality?"

William sneered: "You can ignore the crying children here, but I can't. Compared with the honor of a fair fight, repelling you is the first priority!"

William is not pedantic. Although he advocates heroism and romanticism, he pays more attention to practical interests. For this, he admires Mr. Blackbeard very much.

He knew that compared to most pirates, the Red Haired Pirates followed the tradition of the Roger Pirates and would not attack unarmed civilians and would give money to buy things.

But this does not mean that their actions will not bring disaster to ordinary people. After all, Roger was the one who set off the era of great pirates and displaced countless civilians.

In just the first year after Roger's death, the world conquered and hunted for his posthumous son. Tens of thousands of pregnant women across the sea were killed, and many died innocently!

How much better can the red-haired Shanks who is in the same line as Roger be? He upholds the moral integrity of the strong, but he will not help the weak without reason. After all, he is a pirate!

He is even less indifferent to the civilians who died in the aftermath of the battle. Just like Wang Lufei, he "saves" all the way, but also "destroys" all the way. The original intention of saving is just adventure and friendship!

"Is morality so worthless to you? You, a pirate..." Lakilu was speechless, as if he had nothing to say, and he forced himself to explain after a while.

However, William interrupted sharply before he finished speaking: "That's enough. For Whitebeard to say this, I might be in awe, but you, the red-haired pirates, should save your time!"

"As a pirate captain, in the East China Sea, the so-called bandit king carried a bottle of wine and went on a rampage. His face was torn off and stomped on the ground without saying a word!"

"And you crew members, regardless of the dignity of the captain, are cheering and laughing on the sidelines!"

"With such red hair and such subordinates, what qualifications does Shanks have to ask others to give him some respect, just because he has a big face? Just because he has no hand?!"

"Hey, you are trying to make excuses... Then the bandit..." Lakilu looked shocked. How did the little bastard in front of him know about such a very private matter?

And, how should I retort? He seems to be right! The boss really had no face at all in the pub, and even had beer poured on his head...

"The bandit died later. Although he couldn't die with Shanks before his death, he stubbornly broke one of Shanks' arms, right?!"

Of course William is talking nonsense, but he just wants to anger the other party. Only in this way can he find flaws and quickly resolve the battle. A Lakilu cannot satisfy his appetite.

And what he said was indeed partly true to his heart.

After all, pirates who have reached the level of BIGMOM and Whitebeard are no longer ordinary pirates. They have a sense of mission and responsibility for the residents and islands in their territory.

Although they may only treat the island and its residents as private property, like a shepherd boy shepherding sheep, they have indeed used their flag to protect countless people.

And William has already included the entire Totland Sea area in his plan. New laws, new systems, new construction layout, new army, and new country will create a new world!

Every time a resident dies, it means that there will be one less labor force, one scientist, or one artist in the future... His heart is bleeding, throbbing, and angry!

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Lakilu's legs were a little weak. He had been fighting for half an hour before the confrontation with William, and his physical strength had gradually dried up. Now with a "pop", he fell down on all fours.

"I will take you to the captain, ask you to make amends with your life, and let him execute you personally!" Lakilu quickly got up from the ground, his expression serious as never before.

"Kalala~" Lakilu inserted his feet deeply into the ground through the smooth butter. His fat body bent down with difficulty, clasping his fingers on the ground, and roared desperately: "Get up!"

"Boom!" The ground in front of him was lifted up like a carpet, shaking off the butter on it, and countless stones flew towards William.

Lachilu, panting from exhaustion, sat down on the ground, his back heaving violently.

However, fortunately, having just entered the sea to wash off the butter on his body, and now that the butter around him has been cleared away, his next actions will be extremely smooth.

"I won't let you affect William!" Garrett jumped off William's back, took off the glove on the other hand, and raised both hands forward: "Wall of Restraint!"

A circular butter wall suddenly appeared on the road ahead of the gravel and floor tiles. Countless stones sank into the butter wall and were gradually bound by the sticky butter. They only advanced two decimeters before solidifying.

"William, now!" Garrett shouted, and a big hole opened in the butter wall. William instantly got in and raised the mace in his hand.

"You overestimate your own strength!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Previously, Lakilu couldn't do anything to him because of the restrictions. The armed bullets only gave him slight bruises, but his mace could break his muscles and fractures.

Although I have just learned the art of armed color, I am at a disadvantage compared to Lachilu, but I can’t help but have a lot of it, and I have Garrett as my “mother”!

Butter can calm the nerves, strengthen bones, replenish energy, fat and cholesterol, improve anemia, and promote physical development....

The domineering attitude of the armed forces is obviously closely related to physical fitness and physical condition. Carrying Garrett is not only not a burden, but also a "power bank"!

"Ah~" Lakilu screamed, covering his bleeding forehead, Tsuna chased after him, and William disappeared through the circular butter wall.

The next moment, he appeared behind Lakilu again. Even though Lakilu reacted to what he had seen and heard, the mace hit him again...

With repeated flashes and constant jumps, Lachilu's condition became worse and worse. An hour later, he could only lie on the ground breathing heavily.

As for William, just as he was about to step forward to give Lachilu the final blow, a cold voice sounded from behind him: "Don't move!"