In the world of pirates, you are crazy and yelling at others

Chapter 50 Die together?

Dorthead looked up at the waning moon stained with blood, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nestled on the stone with enjoyment.

"Da-da-da" Calm steps slowly approached him.

A man wearing a floral shirt had a serious look in his eyes, and without saying a word, he clenched his fist and waved it over.

Dorthead looked over confidently, his eyes full of contempt.

As the black and hard fist fell, it was only slightly different from his face, and ripples resisted the fist, unable to hit even half a point.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Garp's forehead.

The impact of the fist and the sonic defense began to tug back and forth, but in the end, they were shaken by the strong pressure ripples.

The force of the fist was rebounded, and Garp took a step back.

Dorthead laughed and taunted: "No matter how hard you use, it will eventually come back to you. Don't waste your efforts anymore."

No matter how hard Garp hits, he will only be knocked away in the end.

His sonic defense can transform the enemy's power into his own!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he continued: "Instead of fighting me here, why not think about how to save the rest of you? No, think about how to survive desperately."

hiss~

What he said was inexplicably unpleasant.

Garp curled his lips, charged up his fist, and continued to punch, but the shock wave bounced back again.

This time, two steps out.

He is not someone who gives up easily.

I just don’t really believe in this evil!

One punch followed another.

"Boom boom boom——"

The fists hit him without falling, but he himself flew further and further away, and gradually distanced himself from Dot Hed who was lying on the ground.

Not a single hair was scratched.

"Hahaha, you useless old man, bring Roger here, I just want to fight him." Dorthead's voice was low, and the evil smile on his face became deeper.

Garp's fist tightened again, and he resisted the thought of rolling his eyes, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, wondering: "Are you sure?"

No, where did he get the confidence to say such a thing?

After he finished speaking, the black hardened fist fell.

But then he was ejected again.

Say Roger, and Roger will be there.

Seeing the miserable state of the navy around the ruins, he stepped on the ruins with his front foot and turned sideways with his back foot to avoid Garp who was flying towards him.

"Bang——" Dust flew everywhere.

Roger put one hand on the hilt of his sword, looked down at the man who was diving into the ruins, and asked hesitantly: "What are you doing? Garp?"

Why does this guy never do anything serious?

Garp was so angry that he stood up, rolled his eyes at him, puffed his lips and said, "Why are you back again?"

The person he wanted to save has been saved. Shouldn't he take the boat and run away now?

Roger scratched the back of his head and grinned, "Sorry, my battle is not over yet. You can come back later. I forgot to resolve an important matter."

His "fish" hasn't been caught yet, so how can it be handed over to the person who closed the net?

Not quite right.

"Trouble!" Garp muttered secretly, then patted the dust on his clothes and said dissatisfiedly: "Then hurry up, I can't help but want to arrest you."

If he had come a little later, he would have hit him with his last punch and the matter would have been over.

What is he meddling with now?

Roger kept smiling and said, "Don't go outside, just give me a few more minutes."

"what ever."

Garp snorted angrily and left the battlefield, his face turning red as he walked.

I should have known that I would have smashed a few mountains to practice my skills before coming here, but now it is so time-consuming to break through the defenses!

Unexpectedly, Roger was dragged here forcefully.

Where is his face?

hateful!

Seeing the aggrieved Garp walking away from his relatives, the smile on Roger's face disappeared and his expression was stern.

He took a few steps forward, came to Dorthead, and looked down.

Looking at the somewhat decadent and embarrassed person, I couldn't help but frown.

The young man in front of me is not as dangerous as imagined, but his abilities are a little trickier.

Dortmund was extremely excited when he saw him. He opened his arms with joy and shouted: "That's right. How can we miss you as the protagonist here, Roger!"

As he spoke, he slowly stood up while dragging his body. The blood vessels and bulging veins in his body were filled with liquid like lava, emitting a strange fluorescence.

His pupils stood up, a pair of gloomy eyes filled with cold light, and he faced Roger.

Suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"Hehehehe, guess, what are those people on your boat and that little girl doing now?"

"You must have never imagined that the blood in her and their bodies would gradually boil, heat up, and even burn away the flesh layer, burning everything from the inside out. Then the whole body would turn into a pool of blood. Oh no, it would be burned to ashes. Gone, gone along with everything else here.”

"You should be honored. The last person to die like this was a country. Don't you feel happy to be buried with them?"

The crazy Dortmund took off all the disguises of a gentleman. He took off his tuxedo and threw it away. His shirt was torn apart by the suddenly bulging muscles.

The darkness in his heart was swallowing him up bit by bit, and his ferocious face gradually distorted.

At this moment, he fell into the abyss and became a demon.

"Listen, what a beautiful sound."

In his ears, there was hoarse pain and a scream of despair.

In the navy outside the ruins, there were many more people who were out of control and going crazy. Some were killed by their companions, some were turned into lava and melted on the spot, some were crying, and some were trying their best to stop them. It was chaotic, and some people could only watch as they fell and disappeared one after another.

It's like a place of purgatory on earth.

Is this what Dortmund want?

Roger looked at him quietly and asked slowly: "Then, why is your heart crying?"

At this time, the northern ship port is anchored.

"Hey everyone, welcome back!" The man with taro hair stood on the deck and waved to the people running towards him against the light, excited and happy.

A bunch of fainted marines were stacked up, tied together, and thrown on the ground in the port.

Taro shouted loudly, having already accepted the praise from his companions.

Look!

It's not like he didn't do anything, he protected their ship!

Taro, who got separated from everyone during the day, returned to the Orr Jackson because he had nothing to do. After sleeping, he found that the ship was controlled by the navy, and took action in time to drive everyone off.

How awesome he is!

however.

Reilly pinched the cheek of the person in his arms, controlled her urge to bite it off, and jumped directly onto the boat, ignoring the taro on the side.

Bucky looked anxious and shouted as he climbed onto the boat: "Shanks, hurry up and find all the ropes on the boat."

Perfectly skimmed taro.

Then several figures passed by Taro.

Taro was extremely depressed.

Why are you ignoring him?

Also, how come there are strangers boarding the boat too!

"Hey, hey, this is our ship!"

When he turned around, there were already many people tied up on the deck.

Taro:?

He leaned over in confusion and stood next to Reilly, "Vice Captain, what's going on?"

He lowered his head and looked at Alaya, who was leaning forward and opening her mouth to bite, and was completely confused.

Is this an atavism?

Reilly sighed and patted his shoulder, "You and Doringo go back to the cabin and cover your ears."

After all, there are only two people who have not been contacted by Dortmund, and one can be guaranteed.

Before Taro could figure out what was going on, he was picked up by Doringo, who was flying over with fluttering wings, and flew towards the cabin.

"Bang" the ground door closed, cutting off the outside.

In the middle of the deck, Eller's hands and feet were tied up, her eyes were red, and her fierce face showed struggle. She fell forward and fell to the ground, squirming like a caterpillar.

Then a towel was stuffed into her mouth.

"Hoooooo..." He could only make a muffled sound to express resistance.

Shanks and Bucky squatted in front of her.

The two of them also reached out and poked her cheeks, followed by angry glares.

Bucky retracted his fingers and covered them. His fingertips seemed to be burned by something, and a burst of smoke came out. He blew and said, "Is it so hot?"

Shanks bit his lip and thought for a moment, then whispered: "Isn't she sick? How about giving her some blood to drink like Yamon did before?"

"Huh? Not good, right?" Bucky bared his teeth and shook his head.

He was indeed fooled last time, but now he also knows that Yamon's method is useless.

And won’t people do that if they drink blood?

In the blink of an eye, Shanks took the towel away and stretched out his arm.

The pain of the fangs piercing the skin was worse than the tip of a needle.

Shanks gritted his teeth.

Bucky's eyes widened, panicked, and he whispered softly: "Hey, are you serious?!"

Two people are messing around here.

On the other side, Spencer, who was also tied to the bow, his eyes out of focus, struggled against the restraints on his body, and the bandage on his abdomen once again oozed rose red.

Yao put his hands in his pockets and said expressionlessly: "He has lost so much blood, why don't you stop tossing?"

Sambel said from the side: "Oh, the wound has opened again!"

The two looked on.

Yameng was extremely busy and frantically applied medicine to him.

Are they all sick?

One or two are so manic.

The people on the boat were in distress.

The few slaves in the dungeon who followed them aboard were silent, with only envious expressions on their faces.

so good.

The days of having friends are really nostalgic!

Since they were imprisoned by Dortmund and lost their freedom, their lives have never been brighter, let alone living as friends.

Their lives are all darkness.

Mu Lian picked up the rope and tied himself up neatly with his backhand.

Sit cross-legged.

"What are you doing?" the little old man next to him asked in confusion.

Mu Lian glanced at the two people who were already going crazy, and snorted coldly: "If you are so free to watch a show, why not tie yourself up while your consciousness is still clear, so as not to be tempted to commit suicide later when you go crazy. "

"You are fellow slaves, don't you know Dot's ability? As long as you are hit by water droplets, or are showered by snow from the sky, the water droplets can penetrate the skin and penetrate into the body, and then spread to the whole body , as long as Dote uses his ability, the water droplets or liquids in the body will heat up, causing the person to spontaneously combust, and eventually die in despair."

People who are hit by thermal sound waves can only allow themselves to disappear into this world in fear.

Many people couldn't stand the fear and chose to commit suicide.

Faced with Mu Lian's ridicule, the people who came out of the dungeon with him picked up the ropes and tied each other up.

It made other people on the boat frown.

This group of people seems too natural, right?

This is their ship, and they, the outsiders, feel at ease here.

The smart man holding a cigarette, wearing a round hat and an open floral shirt, Elio on Roger's ship, felt bad when he heard Mu Lian's explanation.

He asked: "So, anyone who has been exposed to the snow will be doomed, right?"

Mu Lian nodded, "Yes, I am afraid that everyone on this island will fall under the power of Dothead, unless someone defeats him before we die."

No matter whether they only have arms or legs left on them, as long as Dorthead's fruit ability fails before their bodies are completely reduced to ashes, everything will still be done in time.

On the contrary, it is really hopeless.

Shanks' arm was sucked by Alaya, who had completely lost all self-awareness, and instantly a chill surged into his heart, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.

After hearing Mu Lian's words, he pulled away his arm and stood up immediately.

Oops, his feet are numb from squatting!

He asked in surprise: "So powerful?"

Mu Lian looked solemn, with seriousness on his rough face, "This is the terrifying part of his ability, and it is also the most powerful thing about him."

Killing people silently and invisible.

Without further delay, the men on board tied themselves up with the remaining rope.

Everyone was tied up neatly.

Bucky's hands and feet were tied behind his back, and he lay on the ground, pouting and thinking: "But, doesn't this also mean waiting to die?"

Tying up their bodies prevented them from committing suicide, but it couldn't prevent him from committing suicide!

If Dot's ability is activated, then they can only wait for death to come.

Mu Lian nodded: "That's right, it depends on the captain next!"

Hearing what he said, Shanks was also full of confidence.

Yes, they also have a captain!

So he comforted: "Bucky~ Don't worry, the captain will solve everything!"

Bucky is like a chicken, and he also trusts the captain.

However, something feels wrong.

The two of them stared at the scheming Mu Lian and shouted in unison: "Who is your captain?!"

The captain is theirs!

This big foreign man quickly classified himself into Roger's group.

Immediately afterwards, the two little ones and the big one on the boat were arguing and started to roar.

"Hooho~"

"Roar!"

Everyone began to go crazy, and roars came one after another. Only Alaya, who had a towel stuffed in her mouth, made one or two muffled sounds, and then there was no sound.

After going crazy, within two minutes everyone was in a state of intense heat, and everyone's skin began to show signs of being burnt by flames, with a dazzling red light.

At this time, except here, in every corner of the island, people covered in snowflakes had their skin chapped, and the magma-like liquid overflowed from the cracks.

Reilly didn't know when he had already picked up the bottle and started drinking. He looked completely unworried about the current situation and was not restrained in any way.

He was leaning against the side of the boat and drinking. He also had a headache. Traces of flames began to appear on the side of his face, which was full of burning pain.

Looking at the dimly lit and extremely quiet island in front of me, snowflakes fell bit by bit, soaking up the entire Wingenis.

The waning moon was gradually swallowed up by clouds and mist.

Flame-like fluorescent lines covered Dorthead's blue skin. His height suddenly increased, and his blood-stained eyes became darker.

His body was rapidly expanding. Faced with Roger's question, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "My heart has stopped beating a long time ago! How can I cry! Roger, are you running away from the death you are about to face?"

The soul from the dark abyss longs for infinite darkness, and there is no love in the darkness. In this case, why is he crying?

Roger saw that he seemed to be deliberately escaping from something, so he said no more.

If he didn't take him seriously in the previous battles, it was because he felt that this young man was always imaginative. He didn't understand the world or the vastness of the sea.

He accommodates him.

Although I don’t know what happened to him, but...

He was too lazy to listen to him.

Just use that move to defeat him and end this unprovoked farce.

There was a noisy scream in my ears.

Chaos breaks out around every corner of Winganes.

"Click."

Roger pulled out the knife, held it with both hands and raised it, a layer of black and red lightning climbed up the blade, making a "Zira" sound.

Dorthead laughed strangely and looked at his movements happily, "That's right. Come on, the battle between you and me is about to come to an end."

Ripples swayed between Dot's hands, gradually expanding and condensing together, finally condensing into a ball of fluctuating air.

The two took their final stance and rushed toward each other.

"Supersonic pulse!"