The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 623 The Battle of Long-cherished Wish [-]

Floating Fortress, Command Headquarters.

"Beckman?"

Looking at the figure of the other party leaving gracefully, Berg, who had been staring at the screen for a long time, had a wonderful expression on his face. He never expected that Auntie's "Dessert Star" would be defeated so quickly.

The moment Fitch risked his life to send back the news, he was assigned the task of dealing with Cracker by Colin. Although the red-haired pirates broke in, he still stayed and watched the battle between the two.

After all, Cracker's information has been very detailed in the information that Fitch has sent in the past. He alone is an army. If his cookie soldiers are allowed to step onto the battlefield, they are fully capable of affecting the situation of the battle.

The ability of the Art Fruit happened to be able to restrain the opponent, but now it was no longer used. Beckman's true strength was beyond their expectations.

There is no doubt that the opponent is the top sniper. The precision, power and breakthrough power of his movements, coupled with his superior wisdom, make Cracker easily manipulated.

"The reason for not killing Cracker is to move Charlotte Daifuku away from the battlefield and reduce the pressure on her companions. Or there is no reason to form a deadly feud, or it may be that she is not physically strong enough."

Berg, who was muttering, remembered the information collected by ANBU. Before Beckman became a pirate, he was a bounty hunter who occasionally hunted down pirates. His nickname was "Death Stalker". He had a clear brain and extremely high combat effectiveness. .

After he boarded Shanks' ship, he took on the position of deputy captain. The navy was fooled around and had to turn a blind eye to the situation, which was created by this man.

"That's fine. Anyway, now that we are the commander-in-chief of our ally Bravo, I can go and support him."

Berg stood up and came to the main console. The chief who came here from Ghost Island tugged his white beard a few times. He looked a little troubled and didn't know whether he should send Berg to support.

Berg scanned the battlefield where artillery fire roared and fighting continued: "Is it on the north side?"

"Well, the ANBU who left found out that although he hasn't participated in the war yet, if you go, you will probably meet him."

Berg, who flashed that beautiful figure in his mind, quickly suppressed his emotions and said seriously: "Commander Bravo, please believe that I have something to do. It is better to face it bravely than to escape."

"Well said, His Majesty Reg said, if you make a decision, just do it as you think."

"Master?"

"You go directly to support Ohm, but don't help him right away."

Without giving Berg much time to recall, the chief quickly pointed to the screen: "You know, he is a proud man."

"I understand"

Glancing at Ohm who was struggling tenaciously on the screen, Berg bowed and left. With Ohm's character, unless there was no possibility of defeating the enemy, he would fight to the last moment, even if he faced a high risk of death. Any flinching.

Floating Fortress, north side.

Ding Ding, Ding Ding Surrounded by white round thorns, two figures quickly passed each other. The tall blue-haired woman would leave a small wound on Ohm's body every time she waved the slender blade.

After hundreds of attacks, the wounds on Ohm's body actually took on the appearance of "fish scales".

"Stupid man, what gives you the confidence to give you the illusion that you can defeat me?"

The condescending blue-haired woman let Ohm fall to the ground without making up for the last bit. She was the third daughter of the Charlotte family, Armand, a snake-headed tribesman born to her aunt and her second husband: her nature was cold, She is bloodthirsty and ruthless, and because she likes to slowly kill her enemies, she earned the title "Ghost Lady" in the new world.

"Hoo, hoo"

Ohm, who was dripping with blood, struggled to get up, and once again raised the strange-shaped Iron Cloud Sword in his hand: "I will die because of your arrogance, White Thorn Dance."

The Iron Cloud Sword suddenly dispersed, emitting thousands of twinkling stars in the sun. He stomped on the ground with all his strength and rushed towards Ohm, ignoring the sharp blade that Armand stabbed casually.

Seeing that Ohm was about to be pierced to the core, countless tiny iron thorns scattered in the sky were about to cover the two of them, a stream of transparent smoke came quickly. Armand frowned slightly, and distanced himself in a flash. Ohm The white iron cage used to prevent others from interfering was easily divided as she sheathed the blade.

"Courage is commendable, but everyone will fail unintentionally. The key is whether you have the courage to admit it."

"Lord Berg, me"

"Even if you can kill her, so what? A dead swordsman is nothing but a good rest."

After Bo turned Ohm into a large doll, Berg, who temporarily stopped the bleeding, threw it behind him. The ANBU who had been waiting there took Ohm and left without stopping.

"You are Berg"

In Armand's light green snake eyes, he did not pay even a little attention to Ohm's departure. Instead, he cast a scrutinizing gaze on Berg who appeared. He had neatly combed short hair, a clean shaven beard, and a high nose bridge. , broad cheekbones, and coupled with the temperament of having been in a position of power for a long time, he looks like a mature and dignified man.

Berg nodded calmly: "Yes, Miss Armand, you seem to be very playful. You could have gone to support your mother earlier."

"Mother"

Armand smiled confidently, took out a cigarette from the small satchel on his waist and lit it: "Custard never told you, mother, how scary she is? Even if the God of Thunder is here, their master and apprentice together will be the same." There’s no chance of winning.”

Berg ignored her confused confidence and said, "No, we usually only talk about daily life things and don't ask each other about these things."

"It's really the same answer. You guys are really the weirdest beings in political marriages. Forget it. Where's that little kitten? Help me find it. In return, after the war, you can come to live in Ten Thousand Kingdoms. I'll help you with your mother." you say."

After mocking Berg with an expressionless face, Armand puffed away the smoke and flicked the ashes of his cigarette with his fingers, looking bossy and arrogant.

"You mean Miss Crystal, you two have probably never met before, right?"

"Stop pretending. You really think that no one knows what you are doing in the palace of "Alabasta". That's a member of the same race that I spent a lot of effort to win over, and was just killed by that kitten so casually."

Armand's face turned gloomy when she said this. It was because of this incident that she was scolded by her mother for no reason. Now that she finally had a chance to fight against the Kingdom of Heaven, she naturally wanted to find the rightful owner to settle matters.

"Haha, it is indeed the Big Mom Pirates. Their intelligence business is second to none among the pirates."

Berg, who complimented casually, slowly took out the sword from his waist and pointed it at Armand: "You can see Miss Crystal if you want, but you have to defeat me first."

"It's a pity, I wanted to spare your life."

The sword was instantly unsheathed, and a series of afterimages came out of Amandla, followed by a chilling feminine breath: "In this case, let me, the sister, cut off the ghost for Custad." It’s an unrealistic fantasy.”