Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 771

At the same time.

North Sea.

The sky was overcast and rainy, and the cold sea breeze blew the "cross"-shaped flag of authority, making a crackling sound.

"Master Fegalando Green, fleets of all levels have entered the North Sea in batches and dispersed their actions to ensure that they are not intercepted or attacked by any force."

On the official ship of the World Government, a captain of the Holy Land Guards knelt on one knee, looking at the gem-studded boots of the man in front of him with fanatical eyes, and reported excitedly.

This is the great and sacred Master Fegalando Green!

The big man who holds the power of "judgment" of the world's noble Celestial Dragons, the deputy leader of the Knights of God!

He never expected in his life that his humble existence like an insect could perform tasks on the same ship with the great Master Fegalando Green.

This is simply his supreme honor.

If he hadn't considered that there were still many of his subordinates around, he would have wanted to kneel down and kiss the boots of Lord Green.

"Well, I know."

Fegalando Green observed the unfamiliar sea in front of him with an indifferent look, letting the rain and sea breeze wet and mess up his crescent-shaped red hair, and his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

"Pass the order down, all fleets at all levels should make all preparations and remain alert... set off according to the original goal."

"Including the list of 20 islands and countries including Firthsek Island, none of them can be spared!"

His voice seemed to be more fierce than the cold wind and rain, like an ancient anchor suspended in the air for a long time:

"Anyone who dares to stop or refuse to obey orders can be killed on the spot!"

The captain of the Holy Land Guard nodded in fear and said excitedly:

"Yes, I will follow your orders!"

He was so excited that he trembled all over and turned around to do it immediately.

Especially the last sentence of the ancient saint Fergalandu Green, which made him unable to control himself, and his eyes burst into crazy light.

As a member of the Holy Land Guard, he knew better than anyone what weight this sentence had.

This was the highest order of the Knights of God...with all immunity from guilt!

In other words, they did not need to abide by any bottom line in this mission.

Even ministers, nobles, and even royal dignitaries of some countries, they could act recklessly!

When he thought of the high-ranking officials and royal family members of those countries trembling and terrified under their guns, he was about to faint with excitement.

Fergalandu Green slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked at the island in the distance whose outline was gradually becoming clear.

The smell of blood mixed in the sea breeze made him frown his well-trimmed eyebrows.

"This is Firthsek Island..."

As the official ship of the World Government approached, Ancient Saint Figarando Green narrowed his eyes and stared at the island whose land plate was almost broken, with a flash of impatience in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that Rogers Darren would dare to resist the orders of the Five Elders, and he didn't expect that he actually had so many trump cards.

The powerful strength that was enough to fight the Five Elders, and the invincible fleet that appeared and disappeared...

"I really underestimated him..."

Thinking of the tentative confrontation with Darren when he first met in the Holy Land of Mary Joa, Ancient Saint Figarando Green felt a little itchy, subconsciously touched the hilt of the Western sword on his waist, and licked his lips.

Since the incident in the Valley of Gods twelve years ago, he hasn't felt this way for a long time.

It was a thrilling excitement of being provoked!

Just as the ancient saint Fergalando Green was thinking about it, the pure white and gorgeous world government officials had approached the island and slowly approached the shore.

A team of navy officers responsible for blocking the coastline came over quickly and saluted.

"Hand over the mission. The Holy Land will take over Firthsek Island next."

Fergalando Green looked down at the navy team and said coldly.

The navy team was stunned. Facing the cross-shaped authoritarian flag, they finally chose to remain silent.

They looked back at the island deeply, a hint of reluctance flashed in their eyes, and they boarded the warship with a hard heart.

There are at least more than 2,000 civilians alive on the island, but now I'm afraid...

A helpless numbness gradually emerged in their eyes.

"Lord Green, we have found the body of Lord Babo. Do you need to go over and take a look?"

At this time, a Holy Land guard came over carefully and asked in a low voice.

"Who?"

Fegalando GAncient Saint Lin frowned and asked in confusion.

"Saint Fegalandu Babo... um, he is your nephew."

The man was stunned and explained more carefully.

"Oh..."

Ancient Saint Fegalandu Green was a little surprised and waved his hand impatiently.

"No need, since he is dead, there is nothing to see."

"The Fegalandu family... there are no weaklings."

The Holy Land Guard was stunned on the spot, but he did not dare to have any obvious expression on his face. He just bowed deeply and turned away.

"The Island of the Fallen God... That birdman Morgause is really tired of living."

Ancient Saint Fegalandu Green looked at the bitter cold island with indifference, and a cold smile gradually rose at the corner of his mouth.

He had read the report of the World Economic News Agency. That ignorant guy, Morgause, actually dared to expose everything, and even exaggeratedly described the poor Firthek Island in the North Sea as the "Island of the Fallen God"... This made him feel inexplicably unhappy.

"The insects in this garbage place should have been exterminated long ago..."

He raised his hand and made a military gesture.

"Bring all the surviving civilians on the island here."

"Yes! Lord Fergalando Green, the ancient saint!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the members of the Holy Land Guard responded in unison.

They acted quickly.

In just one hour, hundreds of ragged civilians were pointed at by the army with knives and guns, dragged in the wind and snow, and trudged to the coastline with difficulty.

The civilians looked extremely terrified, shivering in the wind and snow, and did not dare to look at the big man with red hair.

Ragged clothes, frozen white faces, terrified expressions... These civilians living in the bitter cold land knelt on the ground in fear under the guns of the Holy Land Guards, a huge crowd.

The navy who boarded the warship in the distance looked at this scene with unbearable expressions, their eyes were oozing bloodshot, and their fists were clenched tightly.

Fergalando Green Ancient Saint raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself:

"Rogers Darren, you can't protect anything... The order you have established in the North Sea for ten years will fall apart in an instant under the authority of the government!"

He slowly raised his hand.

Swish!

All the Holy Land Guards raised their muskets at the same time.

Under the black muzzles of the guns, the fear of death spread rapidly, causing the civilians to riot, and some couldn't help crying out loud.

"This is just the beginning."

Fergalando Green was about to clench his fist and give the order to open fire, but at this time, a call from a Den Den Mushi suddenly sounded.

"Bulu Bulu..."

The call from the Den Den Mushi seemed urgent and anxious, which made Fergalando Green frown.

He paused for a second, and slowly withdrew his hand in the desperate eyes of the civilians.

He took out the military Den Den Mushi and connected the communication.

"You should know that I don't like to be disturbed during the game..."

Fergalando Green looked unhappy and said arrogantly: