After the Pirate Empress sacrificed me to the heavens, the evil god awakened

When Yuanyi left, Icarem helped Weiwei up and asked inexplicably.

"Princess, do you really want to force the king to abdicate? Crocodile is already terrible."

"Here comes another devil boy. Without the protection of the royal family, what will the precarious kingdom of Alabasta do next!"

"Hmph! There is no room for two tigers on one mountain. They will definitely fight. Let's hurry back to Albana."

Icarem, don't forget, we are a member of the World Government.The Navy will not just watch the royal family fall. Even if the other party is Shichibukai, and more than 100 franchise countries are watching, they must give us a reasonable explanation. "

Weiwei inherited the beauty of her mother Titi, and at the same time inherited the courage and wisdom of her ancestors who voluntarily abandoned the noble status of Tianlong people.

When the disaster comes with overwhelming destruction, Weiwei's courage is also recovering rapidly. She has never been a cowardly woman who can only speak.

Behind the benevolent subjects, she also understands the complexity of the interweaving of multiple powers.

Icarem saw the shadow of the late Queen Titi in Princess Weiwei, and the princess was growing up slowly, so he smiled gratifiedly.

Alabasta, rain feast.

The oasis in the desert, where the rain that is as expensive as oil can be seen at any time, is a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

There are millions of elders who are patrolling the streets everywhere, members of the Baroque Studio, and have a high status in the Rain Banquet.

The hero enshrined by the common people living here is none other than the king of the desert, Shichibukai Crocodile.

It is also a joke to say that Crocodile is a pirate.

The civilians worshiped the pirates openly, and even the royal family in the capital far away in Albana didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Yuanyi walks on the road of rain banquet, and the common people living here are no longer miserable like facial makeup, there are joy and anger, joy and hatred.

It seems that the guy Crocodile still has a little bit of talent for managing the country.

The most famous underground casino in Rain Banquet, a few black shadows sit beside the resplendent Banana Crocodile Pool.

The leading black figure has no left hand palm, replaced by a golden poisonous hook, and melodious smoke rings are sprayed from his nostrils.

This person is the king Shichibukai appointed by the world government, the pirate Crocodile.

Under the flickering candlelight, black shadows lit up.

Sitting around the long round table in turn are:
Mr. 1 Daz Bonis, a Superman with the ability to quickly cut fruit.

Mr.2 Feng Kelei, a superman with the ability to imitate fruit.

Mr.3 Gal Dino, a superman with candle fruit ability.

Mr.4 Babe.

Mr.5 Jem, a superman with explosive ability.

The ones sitting opposite them are all their partners, and they are all female, with the code name prefixed with miss, except for Mr.2, the shemale.

Sitting at the other end of the long round table is Mr. 0 Crocodile's partner.

Miss All Sunday Nicole Robin, who is also the vice president of Baroque Studio, is second only to Crocodile.

She is also the only survivor of the O'Hara Demon Slaying Order incident 20 years ago, an evil woman who was branded as the child of the devil.

This place seems to be a gathering place for demons. Against the backdrop of ferocious crocodiles, a conspiracy capable of subverting the entire Kingdom of Alabasta was unveiled.

A cold light flashed in Crocodile's indifferent eyes.

Nicole Robin took out a manual, which contained the latest intelligence photos.

"Under the intervention of Mr.2, the jumping powder incident has fermented to the expected stage, and King Cobra has lost control of the civilians across the country.

The rebel army led by Kosha has also occupied Rapeseed Flowers, and will attack the capital Albana in the fastest three days. "

Nicole Robin paused and quickly turned to the next page.

"An unexpected incident occurred, and the plan to use Princess Weiwei lurking in our agency as a hostage to threaten the royal family may be shelved."

"Have you been discovered?" Crocodile was lying on the leather chair, his indifferent breath made the whole basement feel chilly.

"Recently, I was preparing to assist Kosa in attacking Albana. The manpower has been gathered. I failed to recall Mr.9 and them in time. It was my negligence in work."

Nicole Robin closed the manual and met Crocodile's eyes as if she was about to kill someone.

The atmosphere at the scene was suddenly suffocated. Crocodile took a sip of his cigar and suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, what's the point of letting a small character run away? Miss has already done a great job on Sunday. Three days later, it will be the moment when the Baroque studio takes over the royal family. Let us drink a celebration bar in advance for that day! Hahaha!"

Crocodile could no longer restrain his excitement at the thought of the man who would soon enter the basement of the royal family to obtain the ancient weapon Pluto, conquer the sea, and become the Pirate King.

Three years!
Three full years of preparation!Every day in Crocodile seems to be difficult like years, do you know how I got here?

The rampant laughter resounded through the entire basement amidst the clinking of wine glasses. From now on, the king of the underground will see the light of day again.

Becoming One Piece begins with ruling Alabasta!

"Old...boss..."

A billion-dollar elder rushed in like a bewildered man, stuttering and trembling, met Crocodile's indifferent eyes, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Nicole Robin stood up from the seat, propping the table with both hands, and looked at the billionaire elders with wise eyes.

"What happened?"

"Vice president, there is a brat who wants to see Mr. 0, the boss. He is so powerful that we can't stop him. See, can some gentlemen go..."

The billionaire elder knelt on the ground, lowered his head, trembling all over, as if he disturbed the gentlemen.

"Mr.3, go and bring people in."

Nicole Robin glanced at Crocodile, and thought for a moment, Mr. 3's ability is just right to imprison the enemy, and it will not destroy the underground casino on a large scale.

After 20 years of fleeing, Nicole Robin has matured a lot.

"Dying? Or alive?"

Mr. 3 pushed his glasses and pushed away the chair, his shrill voice echoed in the basement, a little weird.

"As you wish!" Crocodile said suddenly. At a critical moment, he was not in the mood to see any young man who came here for fame.

Crazy admirer?

He has too much.

Crocodile raised his right hand and showed a weird smile. He was in a great mood now thinking that he would get what he dreamed of right away.

The right hand turned into a blade composed of gravel, and suddenly cut off the heads of hundreds of millions of elders, and blood gushed out from the neck.

When it touches the sand, it is absorbed immediately.

The moisture on the frightened faces of the hundreds of millions of elders evaporated in an instant, turning them into skulls.

Fine grains of sand fall onto expensive rugs.

Crocodile's palm returned to its original shape, took a deep breath of the cigar in his mouth, and sprayed out a thick mist to cover the expression on his face.

"Everyone! Just follow the plan just now, don't mess it up, my banana crocodile is still hungry! Hahahaha!"