Pirate: I can loot life

"Go back."

In the deep pit, Li Ang, who was half in tatters, slowly walked out, with blood dripping from his arms and blood dripping from his forehead.

His eyes changed from calm to a bit more vicious.

A person with evil spirits between his eyebrows is either a vicious person or a person who died violently.

But if it is neither, then what is Li Ang?

Li Ang's knife exuded a deep chill.

The Xue Lin of the Tianyue family is mainly ice-cold. People killed by Xue Lin seem to be frozen before death.

Even if this sword is a demon sword, it is definitely not evil.

But in Li Ang's hands, Xue Lin was infected with violence and had a bit more evil nature.

Enel, Doflamingo, Mihawk, stop attacking.

Enel's thunder and lightning has no effect on Kaido except stimulating his physical body.

Doflamingo's thread knife cannot even break through Kaido's skin.

Mihawk's sword was as bright as new, as bright as day. A swordsman who had not seen hell could not use any decent sword skills.

At this age, the three of them dare to attack Kaido, which is a hundred times better than Momonosuke.

"Is that the knife?"

"No, it's not."

The eagle eyes stared at the knife in Li Ang's hand. With his 12-year-old eyes, he could not understand the swordsman's skills.

"Mihawk, I can see the confusion in your little eyes."

Li Ang looked at the cross sword that was taller than Hawkeye himself. That sword was not a black sword!

"You have questions about my sword?"

Hawkeye took a few steps back. When Li Ang passed by, he clearly felt something different.

Not strength, not technique, not breathing.

"That knife...talking?"

Mihawk's earlobes moved slightly, as if he really heard a dead object whispering to him close to him.

"Mihawk, you are a natural swordsman." Li Ang didn't explain much, and his accumulated energy reached its peak.

He also felt a tiny thought peeking through.

Mihawk noticed a difference.

"That knife... is talking..."

Mihawk murmured to himself, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and the scimitar reflected his fair face.

"It hurts, Leon Anken, it hurts!"

Kaido raised his fist and smashed it.

Li Ang slipped past.

Kaido staggered and fell to the ground.

His breathing was rapid, and the air he swallowed was a little breathless.

"Others, always keep a distance of ten meters from me and are not allowed to come near."

Li Ang glanced at each other, and the three of them retreated decisively.

"Enilu, your knowledge has almost awakened, go and help others."

"Okay." Enelu turned into lightning and disappeared.

"Dover, there are so many puppet materials, why don't you go and have fun with them?"

Countless figures were reflected in Dover's eyes, and those people looked completely different in his eyes.

"You really have to go crazy, right?"

Doflamingo seemed to be answering, but also seemed to be asking himself.

"Mihawk, you are a natural swordsman in terms of body structure and swordsmanship talent. Feel the sharp thoughts in your heart and give it to the knife in your hand."

"A good sword, whether in feel or spirit, belongs entirely to the swordsman."

"The sword is the true reflection of the swordsman's heart."

The picture behind Li Ang was finally sketched out. Among the flowing and flying pictures like red gravel, one, two, three... until the evil-shaped ghosts could no longer squeeze in, and Li Ang's eyes drifted past other people's memories.

The tattoo on the outside of my left thigh stings faintly.

Those hellish tortures can still be clearly felt, and those scenes of bone-piercing pain are still vivid in my mind.

Hell is empty, evil spirits are in the world!

Li Ang has seen the deepest, darkest, and most depressing hell.

The ship sailing towards Mariejoia carried a group of images of hell sketched by a man.

"This, what is this!"

Kaido actually forgot about it. At this moment, his mind was filled with that rumor.

About laughter, about revolution, about new life...

It arouses the darkness in the deep consciousness of people's hearts and washes away all these past desires and thoughts.

Joyboy, if you really exist, can your laughter drive away these evil spirits?

Kaido asked himself.

He spread his arms, bare chest, perfectly unguarded.

Li Ang's movement of swinging the sword stalled, but Kaido stared and said viciously:

"Come, let me experience the hell you created!"

Although Li Ang didn't know why Kaido's brain was stuck again, it didn't affect his attack.

"as you wish."

"Purgatory Aspect·Hundred Ghosts!"

"Ok?"

A thousand meters away, the man covered in tears and blood suddenly stood up.

"What picture is this?"

"The men and women wrapped in oxygen masks have cold bones beneath their feet."

"And their faces look like man-eating ghosts!"

Baloric flicked the umbrella handle and looked towards the place where the battle was most intense.

The dark red sword light filled the perception of seeing and hearing color, and he could read the rich thoughts contained in the sword slash to the greatest extent.

"A swordsman who has never seen hell is not a true swordsman!"

Baloric wanted to recall the beautiful things in his mind, that glimmer of light, but he was repeatedly squeezed by the things he had heard over the years until it was completely hidden deep in his heart.

"Hell is empty and the world is like a prison."

Baloric murmured: "This world is indeed like hell. There is no devil in the world, it is just human nature. The world is hell, and hell is the world. The one who dominates everything should be responsible for this, and that is... the Celestial Dragon. !”

Baloric came quietly and left quietly.

……

The war continued until the afternoon of the third day.

When the half-warm and half-cold light of dusk passed through the gaps between the giant trees and shone on Island No. 1, the ground was stained with blood.

Mihawk held the scimitar without any strength and looked at the figure standing on the top of the highland with sharp eagle eyes.

"Dover, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Torebol, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared on the battlefield. The four of them were covered in bruises, as if they had suffered inhuman torture.

They saw Doflamingo sitting next to Hawkeye, leaning against the wall.

Small scars were deeply imprinted on his skin. As he shook, Doflamingo slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm fine, I just lost my strength. Master Shi took good care of us."

Dover pointed into the distance.

Among the thousands of corpses, a beautiful figure stood like a white flower blooming in Shura's purgatory.

Thunder rushed and fell to the ground.

Enelu stepped out, both shoulders were pierced, and the golden stick in his hand disappeared without a trace.

He almost died under the attack of several snipers, if not for Hawkeye's superior speed, which separated the projectiles and bought him precious time.

"Master Shi, are you okay?"

Facing Anilu's concerned inquiry, Tianyueshi shook his head slightly.

"Damn it, I can't wash it off at all, this unpleasant smell of blood!"

After peeling off the corpse covering his head, the two-gunman turned over with great effort, facing up to the sky.

His weak hands were out of control and he struggled several times before he took out the cigarette from his coat pocket.

Ignoring the cigarette holder soaked in blood, the two-gunner put the cigarette under his nostrils and with difficulty smelled the faint smell of cigarettes from the smell of blood.

"I survived!" The two-gunner's chest heaved and he shouted at the top of his lungs. He couldn't shout loudly, but his voice echoed on the silent island.

"But... everyone else... is dead!"

The two gunmen pulled away a corpse and saw Spiral Knife Vivili, his eyes widening with one hand still tugging at his sleeve.

If it weren't for the critical moment when Viveli dragged him to the ground, the enemy's steel knife would not have penetrated Viveli's heart, but his.

Waverly's words are still ringing in the ears of the two gunmen to this day.

"...I...I joined the Bounty Alliance...not for anything else...but because of Leon Anken's madness...will..."

"...will definitely...attract 'Red Mountain'...it's...that...that guy...killed...killed my daughter..."

"I saw... saw... you... your bullet penetrated his head... I... took revenge... and gave... this life... back to you..."

boom!

The quiet battlefield and the deathly atmosphere were disrupted by the sound of a gunshot.

Li Ang was holding Kaido and standing on the top of the pile of corpses.

The corpses at his feet had piled up into a hill.

At the end of the war, he alone resisted all the armies.

Kaido was dying in his hands, with several deep scars on his chest scattered and dense, and the blood had condensed.

There was half a broken horn stuck in the left side of his chest, almost piercing his heart.

The remaining long horn was held in Li Ang's palm.

This is a tragic, but yet majestic picture.

From the corner of his eye, Li Ang caught a glimpse of a figure in a black suit at the fork of a giant tree branch. When Li Ang turned around, the figure disappeared.

Li Ang casually threw Kaido to the place where the man in black disappeared, and walked down the pile of corpses.

The corpses were piled up into a small mountain, but the scale was actually less than a thousand.

When the war reached its peak, the number of pirates had reached 8000.

Nearly 5000 people became Li Ang's meal, and less than 2000 people retreated midway and were lucky enough not to be killed.

The remaining 1000 people, gathered together, are Kaido's subordinates.

"Go back to the laboratory for further training, Kaido, I can wait for your dish!"

Li Ang sneered towards the place where Kaido disappeared.

"Five old guys are so petty!"

Vomiting blood, Li Ang walked towards the person who fired the gun.

"What's your name?"

Half of his body was stained red with blood. It was unclear whether it was the enemy's blood or his own.

"My...my name is Buster, and I'm...a composer!"

"Oh, composer?" Li Ang became interested, and he retracted his claws halfway.

"Buster, Buster, Buster..." Li Ang thought for a moment and grinned. After experiencing the baptism of the blood waterfall, his breath became more and more full of violence.

Ordinary people would find it difficult to breathe just by being close.

"Big, big..."

Buster's legs weakened and he knelt down.

"...Buster, since you are a composer, then I don't care about the sneak attack component of your shot..."

"I decided to let you go and use the notes in your head to tell the pirates in the new world..."

"...I, Leon Anken, have my eye on them..."