Pirates, swordsmen who gradually grow up to liberate the world

The black impact force arbitrarily destroyed everything on Paradise Island, and the mountains were sliced ​​open like bubbles by the aftermath that spread outside.

The island trembled and smoke billowed.

Stagnated World Government ships on the sea near the coast city port.

"Is that a disaster? No, hurry up, run away, you will die if you get caught in it!"

Following Sartan, there were two members of the Knights of God. They were standing on the government ship watching in horror the impact that spread from the island to the coast.

"What happened? Did the old man go too far?"

There are two knights of God, one is a strange stuffed creature less than 1.5 meters tall, and the other is an old woman wearing high-tech sea-floor stone armor and heavy makeup.

They look very old.

"The island sank under the sea, what a terrifying power, but the breath does not belong to the old man."

"We'd better go over and take a look, something's not right."

On the Great Plains of Paradise Island.

The aftermath of the extremely terrifying ghosts and gods dissipated, and in the thick smoke, Satan, in the form of a hellish bull ghost, lay in the middle of the devastated earth.

He was about the same size as today's little ball, with blood all over his body and blurred consciousness.

He only felt a nerve-like tingling coming from one of his eight legs, causing him to wake up from his unconscious state and scream.

Alsace used a Rakshasa to chop off one of his legs, causing Sartan to sit up in horror. His expression was no longer as noble as before, full of majesty and oppression.

There was only a look of misery, fear, and despair hanging on the old face, and he screamed and crawled backwards while holding his crutches.

The pain that tore apart his soul caused him to move extremely slowly, and he didn't even crawl out one meter away for more than ten seconds.

"Trash! You trash from the lower world, ah——!"

The devil fruit ability can no longer be used... The soul in the body is crying... Saint Satan has never felt such fear in hundreds of years.

He has never faced such a terrifying power that can affect the devil fruit soul itself.

The noble and twisted dignity that he had controlled the world for hundreds of years, and the arrogance of being a Celestial Dragon did not let him bow. At this moment, he was still spitting shit at Alsace.

But before he could curse a few words, Alsace's second leg was chopped off with a horizontal knife, causing him to lie on the ground and moan in pain.

Subconsciously, I wanted to touch the phone bug in my suit on my chest and ask for help.

Whoosh! Sensing Saint Sartan's movements, Arthas stamped the air, appeared in front of him with a knife, and stomped on his head.

The force of the stampede was so great that the surrounding soil was lifted several feet high.

Sartan felt his head sink, and his tinnitus spread throughout his brain, leaving him unable to fight back.

"That familiar drum-like beating of the heart..." Sartan said with difficulty, "Are you Nika?!"

"Brontosaurus."

Arthas ignored him, inserted the Rakshasa blade in front of Sartan, took out the triumphal gift for his son, the Thunder Dragon, and held it in his right hand.

The moment the Thunder Dragon was pinched by Alsace, the flames of thunder burned the entire blade, and ghost energy mixed with domineering energy flowed within the blade.

The knife stabbed into Sartan's neck under the thick beard on his chin.

"Cough..." Feeling his throat being penetrated, Sartan coughed up a large mouthful of blood, which spurted out from the ground.

"Let it burn…"

The power of the blade was fully released on his body, and the power of thunder and lightning burned his whole body.

Like a giant thunder and lightning dragon, it pressed him to the ground with its sharp claws and crazily burned his body with thunder and lightning.

The skin and flesh were scorched and the flesh was electrocuted for months without stopping.

"Hell cow ghost? What kind of hell do you think you are in front of me, an old and immortal beast?"

The two members of the Knights of God who came to the Great Plains looked at the familiar sight of the Hell Bull Demon being burned by lightning in the distance, and their expressions were extremely frightened.

"Mr. Sartan..."

Hearing the shouting in the distance, Arthas pinched the Rakshasa again and the Thunder Dragon in the neck of Saint Sartan.

He kicked Saint Satan in the head and kicked his huge body into the air.

"Soul Soul." Use the tip of the Rakshasa knife to stab him from the center of his head.

The one-meter-long blade penetrated Saint Satan's brain and penetrated his body, killing him on the spot.

Arthas didn't give him any chance to rest. He even wanted to torture his thoughts, but was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of two other people.

Choose to kill directly without giving any chance to counterattack.

"You human trash..." The old woman, wearing heavy makeup and high-tech weapons, was stunned to see this scene.

He immediately activated the technological weapons in his hands that could sink an island, flew into the air, and locked onto Alsace.

"The old man was killed?" Another short stuffed creature was still in a state of disbelief.

Everything in front of them seemed dreamy to them, as if it was impossible to happen at all, but it happened clearly before their eyes.

A special cannonball was fired from the front end of the woman's arm that looked like a skeletal mecha, and headed straight for Alsace.

"You are really crazy. If you launch that, we will all be affected!"

"The old man was killed. How can anyone believe this? Even if he is involved in this technology, he must kill that guy and give an account to the government!"

The cannonball rushed into the air and was immediately held in the palm of the phantom summoned by Alsace.

The next second, the cannonball was crushed directly by Alsace's phantom, and a huge explosion occurred on the spot.

Bang!

The big explosion in front of him instantly hit the heat wave, causing Alsace to throw an armed chop wave towards the impact, and the blooming mushroom cloud was instantly cut in half.

Create a path for him through the center of the blast.

The impact spread to both sides in front of him, and all life on the island was almost wiped out.

"It's impossible... just by slashing..." The woman was extremely shocked.

"I..." The plush creature's body began to tremble, pushing against Alsace who was walking towards him step by step.

"When I looked directly at him, I felt like I was in hell. My arms were shaking, my legs were shaking, and my whole body was shaking..."

"What are you doing, little man? Are you worthy of being called a member of the Knights of God? How can you protect the Celestial Dragons if you are afraid before fighting..."

As soon as the old woman finished speaking, she turned around and found that Alsace had disappeared from her sight.

"Where are the people...?"

She felt a glitch in her heart, and the murderous aura behind her made her whole body begin to tremble and tremble, and the fear of death eroded their brains.

Arthas couldn't hear any emotion in his tone. He stood behind the two of them and turned his back to them and spoke: "It seems that the Knights of God also have strong and weak ones, some who specialize in fighting, some who are smart, and even some like you." Relying on technology.”

As soon as he finished speaking, countless sword lights tearing through the air came from behind Alsace. His body also erupted with a terrifying aura, and he slowly sheathed his sword.

Hearing only the sound of flesh and blood being separated behind him, he activated his sense of sight and walked towards the other side of the island where the World Government was docked.

Sensing the presence of the Celestial Dragon, he quickened his pace.

With each step, a pool of blood dripped from his body to the ground, as if a drop of tear had been accidentally mixed in. The palm of his left hand tightly held the sheath of Rayleigh's knife.

His thumb kept stroking the scabbard with the word 'Rohr' engraved on it, trying his best to use that bumping feeling to soothe his emotions at the moment.

But he soon discovered that it was of no use at all, so he could only endure the pain and move forward.

"You knights who have spread to all parts of the sea and slaughtered creatures are nothing more than beasts who bully the weak and fear the strong."