The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

There are shots of Xinjian Yixiao and Nikabonnie that flash by in the sky for a short period of time, and the main perspective is once again shifted to the holy land of Marijoa, where an unruly man appears in the shot.

His appearance was like a strange landscape, with his bright green hair dancing wantonly. In sharp contrast, his face was painted with colorful clown makeup. The man's eyes revealed a kind of hysterical madness, ignoring any order and full of chaotic freedom.

Wearing a red suit with yellow lining and green shirt, this combination exudes an absurd yet unique charm. Every detail highlights his uniqueness, as if loudly announcing his existence to the world.

The man's walking movements were exaggerated and uninhibited, as if he was performing a crazy drama of his own. His presence reminded people of the clowns in the circus, which brought laughter but also made people feel a little uneasy.

"Where did you come from, you lunatic? Do you know where this is? Get out of here if you don't want to die."

The CP9 agent who had just taken over the patrol work was already full of resentment. Suddenly he saw a madman, which made his brain lose rationality for a short period of time and he failed to identify who the person was at the first time.

"I am really a lunatic, but unfortunately no psychiatrist dares to give me a certificate"

The clown smiled a playful smile for everyone present. The bright red at the corner of his mouth made the smile look even more weird, making people feel very uncomfortable at first glance.

But before CP9 could comment, an invisible force cut off the opponent's head. Blood spurted out from the smooth cut. The warm liquid splashed onto the building, staining the surrounding white buildings with a touch of red.

After the headless male corpse fell to the ground, the female agent, whose face was splattered with blood, froze in place out of fear. She trembled all over and responded to the stress, muttering the name of the person who came: "Joker...Bucky".

"The answer is correct, but it's a pity that I don't have any gifts for you."

The female CP0's head gradually slipped from her neck. Before she died, there was still a confused expression on her face. The headless female corpse lost its support and fell to the ground. The woman's head rolled down the steps, leaving a trace of blood along the way.

The clown, with bright makeup on his face, walked briskly, like a shining star, happily walking up the stairs. Bucky's steps were full of rhythm, as if every step was in line with the beat of the music, light and agile.

As he moved, his body began to dance to the rhythm of the music. His movements were exaggerated and expressive. Every turn and every wave was full of joy and passion. His expressions were rich and colorful, sometimes laughing, sometimes teasing, and sometimes mysterious, as if conveying endless joy and surprises to people.

The ball he seems to be attending must be a grand and lively one. Imagine the gorgeous decorations, bright lights and cheerful music complementing each other to create a dreamy atmosphere. The clown, as one of the protagonists of this ball, will use his unique performance and joyful atmosphere to inject more vitality and joy into the whole scene.

His presence will undoubtedly become a highlight of the event, attracting everyone's attention. People will be infected by his joy, dance along with his rhythm, and enjoy this wonderful time full of joy together. No matter whether others believe it or not, Buggy the Clown believes it.

Bucky's rising dance steps were like a dream, and every step carried a deadly threat. Wherever he went, lives were easily harvested like straw. Flesh and blood bodies were shattered by the invisible force, and heads rolled down the steps. Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing this originally sacred place red.

The dancer was like a ghost, moving through this bloody scene. His figure appeared and disappeared, making it hard to predict. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, the ground was covered with broken limbs, and blood gathered into streams flowing downward, carrying the breath of death.

As he continued to dance, the shadow of death continued to expand. The originally vibrant scene was completely destroyed, replaced by a dead silence. There was no laughter and joy of life, only endless fear and despair. The dancer danced alone in this bloody storm, as if all this was just part of his performance.

CP9, who rushed out first, did not give any reaction and was directly cut into pieces by the "Splitting Fruit". CP0, who arrived later, performed slightly better, until he used the Armament Haki to protect his body and resist the power of the fruit. However, sometimes being obsessed with Haki is also a sin, and CP0 gave the wrong answer with his own life.

As Buggy the Clown walked up the stairs, he had harvested the lives of at least hundreds of government agents. Their existence was insignificant and he was too lazy to even look at them. He walked up to the highest point with cheerful dance steps and entered the core area of ​​the holy land of Marijoa.

But did the Knights of God get lazy this time? Buggy walked from the periphery to the depths of the holy land, but he did not encounter a decent opponent. He was alone as if there was no one in the world, cutting wherever he went, and even people and buildings were torn into pieces by him.

The people in the inner city of the holy land have not received the news of the invasion. Some pigs that have put themselves in oxygen tanks are enjoying afternoon tea on the lawn of the inner city, with a group of slaves serving them on both sides, acting like the most luxurious people.

"Is this the circus you guys booked for me? The clown's makeup is pretty good. If it's a female clown, I can catch her and play with her. I'm not interested in men."

A celestial dragon who was as fat as a pig saw the clown Buggy coming from a distance. He did not choose to run away at the first time, but chose to watch the show on the spot. He wanted to see how capable the funny clown was. If he could make him laugh, the reward would definitely be generous.

The Celestial Dragon, whose brains were full of shit, did not foresee the existence of danger, but the slaves and white-suited agents beside him felt sweat pouring down their backs in an instant. It was an absolute physical fear.

Seeing the two feet of the celestial dragon man stepping on the face of the beautiful slave as a foot pad, and holding two beautiful women in his arms, it is a picture of happiness. I wonder how many women have been ruined by this celestial dragon man.

"Since you like women so much, why don't you try being a woman yourself?"

"ah"?

A clown dared to speak to the Celestial Dragons like this. Who gave him the courage? Before his bad temper could explode, he suddenly felt a sharp pain under his body. Only then did he realize that it was too late.

The proud male features were completely separated from the fat dragon pig's body. The blood dyed the cut wound red. The God Clan could no longer be a man.