Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The world is up and down, turbulent.

This almost endless red continent is peaceful and quiet.

The Red Earth Continent stretches across the sea, dividing the entire Grand Line into the front and back halves. It is strategically located more than a thousand meters above the sea.

The cliffs on the edge of the continent are slippery and difficult to climb due to the corrosion of sea water and the weathering of moist sea breeze.

This means that this red continent itself is an impregnable natural fortress.

Moreover, the Navy Headquarters Marinford is not far away from here, and can send elite troops to support and defend the continent at any time, completely turning the holy land of Marijoa standing on the red earth continent into a prosperous, peaceful and safe heavenly kingdom.

Coupled with the excessive fear of death and cowardly behavior of the world's nobles, the defense inside the holy land of Marijoa is even more strict. There are at least 100,000 registered holy land guards alone.

As a result, even if the warships of the Navy Headquarters want to enter the inner sea of ​​the Red Earth Continent, they must go through the CP department and the Holy Land Guards and obtain permission before they can pass.

The combination of natural and man-made factors has led to the fact that no one has ever successfully invaded this sacred bloody continent in the long 800 years since the establishment of the World Government.

But at this moment.

A tall figure wearing a wide hood stood quietly on the cliff at the edge of the Red Earth Continent, looking at the great and sacred "God's City" in the distance, and fell into a long silence.

There were drops of sea water on the black and gray hood, and the water droplets dripped in the red soil under his feet.

The man's bloody and rough webbed hands were stained with blood and trembled constantly.

"That is the Holy Land of the Celestial Dragons... Marijoa."

He trembled with scarred hands, took off his hood, and revealed a rough face with thick lips.

Skin as red as blood, broad back and shoulders, fins on the back, and muscles on the arms and feet are knotted and abnormally strong.

One of the new Seven Warlords of the Sea, "Blood Dragon" Fisher Tiger.

"Can I really sneak in, Mr. Darren?"

Fisher Tiger's thick lips opened and closed, whispering softly, and a heavy shadow flashed in his eyes.

The majestic city in the distance was solemn and majestic, and the towering walls seemed indestructible, standing on the bloody land.

The heavy walls, the constantly swaying guards on the walls, the reputation of the holy land of Marijoa... Everything was like a huge stone pressing on his heart, making Fisher Tiger feel an unspeakable emotion.

Even though he had rehearsed it many times in his dreams, even though he had imagined it thousands of times in his mind, only when he saw the holy land of the Celestial Dragons with his own eyes could he truly feel this despair.

The fishmen who were scarred by climbing the cliffs, the holy land guards with exquisite equipment and a large number of people;

The tiny figures, the majestic and magnificent huge city walls;

Such a huge and huge gap.

The world gradually became quiet.

At this time, the sky was dark, the fiery clouds in the distant sky gradually disappeared, and the sun sank under the sea.

The temperature in the air gradually dropped, and the cold sea breeze on the red soil continent blew the skin of the sea bream fishmen.

In the silence.

The lights on the walls of the holy city were lit, and there was a faint laughter of playfulness, mixed with the humming of yellow tunes.

With Fisher Tiger's strong eyesight, he could vaguely see that some soldiers set up a boiler on the wall and ate hot pot and barbecue.

Even some of the personnel on duty were lazily hiding in the shadows and smoking, with the red glow of their cigarettes either bright or dim.

"It's actually... true."

Fisher Tiger's hands suddenly stopped shaking.

He was a little unbelievable.

What Mr. Darren said was actually true.

The seemingly strong and powerful Holy Land Guards were so disorganized.

If that was the case.

Fisher Tiger suddenly squatted down, and with the last ray of sunlight that was about to disappear at dusk, he began to write and draw on the weathered ground.

In less than a few seconds, a concise map was clearly presented in front of him.

Fisher Tiger tried hard to recall the information Darren had revealed to him in the brief call before, and quickly circled several places on the simple map of the Holy Land of Mary Joa.

The Land of the Gods, the gathering place of the world's noble Celestial Dragons.

No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4 Armory and Ammunition Depots.

And several large slave auction exchanges.

"Maybe, I can really do it."

He looked at the mark on the map, his eyes became firm again

The biting cold wind flattened the traces on the ground.

When night fell completely, the world was pitch black.

The bloody sea bream fishman finally stood up from the ground and exhaled a long breath.

His observation Haki was fully deployed at this moment.

Countless chaotic and complex sounds filled his ears.

The soldiers' playfulness, the nobles' sneers, the officials' clinking of glasses... but all these sounds were gradually replaced by a stronger, almost crazy sound.

—— A huge cry.

He heard countless huge cries, the cries in the hearts of slaves who, like himself in the past, had the bloody tattoos of "Flying Dragon Hoof" on their bodies.

"Wait for me."

A series of bloody laughing faces flashed in his mind and quickly became blurred.

"This time, let me take you out alive."

Fisher Tiger's eyes suddenly turned red.

He clenched his fists, and then...

He started running wildly!

The action was swift but silent.

Under the cover of the flying blood-colored gravel and the night, the bream fishman seemed to be hiding in the darkness.

Faster and faster.

Until 10 minutes later.

Boom! !

A thunderous sound suddenly came from the northeast corner of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. The huge explosion burst out completely, as if venting someone's anger, turning into a surging red flame that soared into the sky!

Completely shattered this false and prosperous holy city... eternal silence.

On the city walls, in the barracks, in various garrison institutions... countless soldiers of the Holy Land Guard who were dozing, drinking, eating meat, and making a fuss were shocked and turned their heads in horror.

Only to see the direction of the explosion.

The earth burned, and the city turned into a sea of ​​fire.

On top of a building with blue tiles and white walls,

A bloody figure held up the neck of a celestial dragon with one hand, and the rough hand suddenly exerted force, directly crushing the head of the celestial dragon.

"In the name of Mr. Rogers Darren, liberate all slaves in the Holy Land!!"

The bloody figure roared to the sky, pouring blood.

The tattoos on his body seemed to be dripping with blood, extremely hot.

The night sky was sad, and behind him were flames rising all over the ground.

There were countless ragged slaves around, and the clanging sound of shackles falling to the ground kept ringing.

In this deep night, the slaves waved the weapons they had snatched in their hands, shouted at the figure, and cheered loudly.

At this moment,

The bloody fishmen under their embrace were so dazzling that they seemed to be blooming.

Like the scorching sun.

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