One Piece: Dark Empire

Ten days later.

A large and palatial passenger ship moored above the sea with a distinctive world government emblem on its sails.

Beautiful music reverberates around and in the sea. Dozens of charming singers on the deck twisted their waists to fully show their sexiest side.

Their feet were heavily shackled, and every time they moved their feet, they were accompanied by a rattling sound, and pus and blood constantly oozed from their ankles.

In front of the dancers, three figures dressed in wide white robes and circular protective covers on their heads sat on the chairs, watching the dancers' performances with interest.

"Naw, my lord, Father, are there no other slaves? It's been almost a month since I'm these human women every day, and I'm tired of it! The

young man sitting on the far left became increasingly disappointed, his tone unabashed.

His voice is not loud, but it stimulates the dancers more than music, because they all know the fate of abandonment.

The dancers moved more wildly and sultryly, and many people secretly pulled their clothes down, revealing their white and tender skin, but they still did not get the attention of the young man.

The middle-aged man on the side also has no intention of appreciating, for him, these dancers are just games when they are bored, they are the spice of boring sea life

, no matter how good the game is, there will be a tired day.

But he still waved his hand to reassure his son:

"Don't rush Musgarud, we still have three days to go for this inspection, and when we return to Mary Joa, your brother Dover will treat us well."

After thinking about it, he continued:

"It is said that it will be the largest auction in the history of the North Sea, and the slaves of the entire North Sea will be brought over, as well as several animal line devil fruits, and I will let you choose as much as you like when the time comes."

"Thank you, Father!"

Musgarud's eyes lit up immediately, and he was content to change his comfortable position in his chair.

"Dover? Is it the one in your Don Quixote family who gave up their Draco identity and became pirates?

The fat man on the right was interested, and interjected with an excited face:

"I heard that his parents seem to have been killed by the virus from the outside world!" It's really stupid, even if you give up your status as a nobleman in the world and surround yourself with those inferior pariahs, you don't even wear a protective shield in the outside world, so..."

The Draco in the middle suddenly interrupted him and scolded

, "Dover and his parents are indeed a stain on our Don Quixote family, but they are not something that can humiliate you at will!"

Even your father Rozwald is not qualified!

They can only be judged by our people!

Do you understand? "

I... I see, Uncle Virginia.

Charross was startled, and a huge lump of snot flowed into his mouth, only then subconsciously sucked back into his nose and stammered.

"Hmph, it's really disgusting guy, it seems that Rozwald didn't discipline you with his heart, and you don't take the initiative to talk to me from today onwards."

Fernigia pursed her lips and looked disgusted, "Muscodru, let's go back to the room to find your sister."

Just let Charros enjoy it here slowly.

Let's go!

He pulled the reins in his hand, and the human chair under his ass understood it, swinging his limbs and slowly crawling towards the cabin.

"Yes, Father!"

Musgadaru followed, not nostalgic for the performance on deck.

"Abominable! Damn it! The abominable Don Quixote..."

When Fernigia disappeared completely into the cabin, Charros instantly ran away, sitting in a human chair and venting his anger wantonly.

He threw the glass in his hand at Maihime, watching them lose their faces from being frightened by themselves, curl up and shivering, and feel incomparably happy.

Don Quixote, how dare he ... How dare he look at him with that untouchable look?

Charros was consumed by anger, and he looked at the inferior pariah in front of him and suddenly smiled.

"By the way, I came up with a great idea! Come man, come man! "

Sage Charros, what are your orders?"

A man in black knelt down in front of him and asked respectfully.

"You clean up the site and put these inferior pariahs into the sea as targets, I will kill them with my own hands!"

"This

..." the man in black looked embarrassed, "Saint Charros, many of these slaves belong to Saint Muscodru..."

Charros interrupted him angrily and roared:

"Go and prepare!

I remember that there should be rocket artillery on board? Take it too!

"Yes, Charros Saint!"

The man in black said no more, and immediately went down to prepare.

Soon, there were several small boats on the sea near the passenger ship, all of which were dancers who had just danced on the deck.

A man in black casually threw the oars to them

, "If you can please the nobles of the world with your life, your life can be regarded as complete." Don't be in a daze, hurry up and paddle!

"Oh, aren't you okay?" Isn't it okay..."

Charros Saint couldn't wait for a long time, holding a bazooka in his arms and constantly asking the man in black beside him.

"Please rest easy, Charross-san! Right away...... It's already good. Receiving

the signal from his companion, the man in black breathed a sigh of relief and announced the start in a relaxed tone.

Rumble!

Charross's first shot missed the boat, but instead stirred up a column of water on the sea.

At the same time, the waves caused by the shell overturned a small boat, and the woman struggled desperately in the sea, screaming, which only made Charros even more excited, and a sickly flush appeared on his face.

He boki.

It is a pity that there is no existence here for him to vent his desires, as one of the gods who created the world, the bloodline of the Draco is absolutely not allowed to interbreed with those inferior pariahs.

Charros could only fire again and again, using killing and blood to ease the desire in his heart.

"No, they can't hit when they're running around!"

After firing a few shots without hits, he dropped the bazooka and shouted

, "You guys, go and get the boats under control, and don't let them run around anymore."

"Yes! Charros Saint! Several

men in black disappeared in an instant, and they appeared on the boat, took away the oars issued to the dancers, and then quickly returned to the side of the Charros saint.

"Charros Saint, I'll help you carry the cannon barrel so that you can aim."

A man in black leaned over with a flattering face and spoke.

Charross readily agreed, resting the barrel on the shoulder of the man in black, twisting it back and forth to aim, and it was indeed much simpler.

He chose the target again and soon fired it.

At the moment of firing, the shoulder of the man in black under the gun mount was raised upwards and secretly corrected the trajectory.

Rumble!

The shell hit the boat with precision, and in the horrific explosion, the woman and the boat were shattered together, leaving only pieces of minced meat that could not be distinguished from where and where floating on the sea.

"Congratulations to Charros Saint!"

"Charros Saint, the first divine cannon!"

......

The people in black around them reacted quickly, and they were complimented in an instant.

"I'm hit! I shot! Charros

was full of joy, leaving his previous unhappiness behind, immersed in his own world, dancing back and forth, happy like a fool.

Ignoring the fact that the remaining dancers are still on the sea, numbly waiting for their fate.

......

"What an incorrigible idiot, don't you think so?"

In a certain room in the cabin, Santa Virginia saw everything outside through the window, he picked up a piece of fruit and ate it, shook his head and commented.

"There will be this, biological idiocy caused by the marriage of close relatives."

The porcelain doll-like little girl sitting across from him propped her head on the table, and the five fingers of her right hand put fruit in her mouth, taking turns to put it in her mouth to taste, and responded to her father without a match.

"Don't you leave him alone, isn't there a lot of Mary Joa?"

"yes! You are right, but in order to maintain the purity of that adult's bloodline, these sacrifices of ours are necessary.

Fernigia nodded and looked feverishly at the little girl as if looking at a most perfect work of art.

"Moreover, isn't it possible to give birth to more geniuses like you?"

"As long as that adult is still there, the glory of the Creation God family will be passed down forever."

"Ah, yes, yes..." The

little girl rolled her eyes and did not want to listen to her father's tirade, she perfunctory words, her fingers fumbling in the fruit plate, but she did not touch anything.

"Go to the kitchen and get another fruit plate, Polk!"

"Yes, master!"

An eleven-twelve-year-old red-clothed maid who looked slightly older than the little girl in Draco walked over and picked up the fruit plate and walked out.

Her long silky black hair was scattered behind her head, gently covering the "flying dragon's hooves" on her back.