Save the world from Luffy

Chapter 210 Frustrated Battlefield

The battle in the room came to a weird state.

All the animal zombies are on the street. If the number is not high enough, the greatest use of the cannon fodder is to turn into corpses and become the floor to be trampled on.

Only elites can fight against elites, and individual force is at least at the current stage a mountain that Pirate World cannot avoid.

Those seemingly powerful animal zombies rushed to the streets under the cover of Franky's artillery fire. They were equipped with salt crystal ammunition, a powerful weapon against zombies. It was a miracle that they survived.

Even if they cover their mouths, the high concentration of salt crystal smoke will slowly corrode their bodies, and the irresistible purification will cause these guys to fall one after another.

As for the stronger zombie generals, most of them wear armor, and their bodies are much higher than those of animal zombies.

Hogbark found many powerful people by robbing tombs around the world, and Moria also provided him with the corpses of many powerful people.

During a certain failure that he did not want to mention, Moria, who fled, still took away many "trophies", and the body of Frost Moon Ryoma was one of them.

Among the zombie generals, there are quite a few who possessed the strength of a swordsman during their lifetime. Although their quality has declined due to death, and the shadows stuffed into their bodies are mixed, their overall strength has dropped a lot, but such elite mobs can indeed cause serious damage. small threat.

Franky's artillery fire has no effect on the armored, strong zombie generals. The salt crystal bullets have little effect when they consciously shut up. If they are only pickled with salt crystal smoke, wait until they fall , maybe Franky will be caught and dismembered.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone.

Sanji, whose legs are burning with flames, can cause considerable damage to zombie generals.

In addition to being afraid of salt, zombies also have very low resistance to fire, which can even be called fear.

But with the help of a group of mice and spiders, they obtained a bucket filled with water, which instantly eliminated half of the threat of fire.

The fire ball that Franky sprayed from his mouth was of no use when facing the wet zombies. Franky, who once again turned on the soy sauce mode, could only protect himself by blocking Sanji's knife. Join the melon-eating crowd.

Running on the field, Sanji, whose legs were on fire and whose ass was on fire, was panting heavily, and he was taking care of the rough-skinned and thick-skinned zombie generals one by one.

The high-heat kicks ignited their bodies, and even slowly softened and deformed the armor covering their mouths.

What took their lives was a spherical white salt pill. Even if they closed their mouths, gritted their teeth, and kicked the teeth in their mouths to pieces, wouldn't it be the end of it if they were forced in?
Dodging the flying slashes at tricky angles, looking for every opportunity to strike a fatal blow, saving energy as much as possible, and using the Moon Step, Shave, and Devil's Wind Kick in succession, Sanji's stamina bar, which was not too long at first, dropped. Fly up.

It's not like Luffy is inhuman, or Zoro is a pervert. Sanji's combat prowess is worthy of his [-] million bounty, but his endurance has always been a pain for him.

"It's a man, just hold on for another 5 minutes!"

Luffy, who was eating melons, yelled at Sanji with a teacup. He didn't hurt his back when he was talking while standing, not to mention that he was sitting more comfortably, and there were snacks and drinks.

"It's been a lot of 5 minutes! Shut up, you asshole!"

In his busy schedule, Sanji took the time to turn his head and yell. Because of this distraction, a sneak attack almost gave him a Mediterranean haircut that was the symbol of a mature man.

Almost to gnaw teeth, after solving more than 70 animal zombies, there are still more than 99 remaining 60 zombie generals.

Among them, there were seventeen sword master-level zombies. After working for so long, he and Frankie barely managed to kill two zombie generals who could only swing flying slashes.

His increasingly tired body made it more difficult for him to dodge, and wounds appeared one after another. Today, Sanji has not yet reached the level where he can kill them continuously. Sanji, who is caught in the quagmire of chaos and wheel battles, is struggling.

But the most powerless and angry one is Franky.

All of his combat effectiveness is reflected in the transformation of his body. He is the only person on the ship who relies on technological power to strengthen himself. The transformed body and the weapons added directly affect his combat effectiveness.

But at this moment, he felt sad. He was sad about his own weakness. When facing elite enemies, even elite soldiers, he could not achieve a true victory. Maybe 1V1 was okay. It can be solved by hitting two or three.

But in the face of dozens of zombies with strong physical bodies and good martial arts skills, his role is infinitely reduced. He can't resist flying slashes that can cut through steel, and his body transformed with iron will be easily cut by zombie swordsmen. break.

Poor people rely on mutation, and rich people rely on technology. Frankie, who has been poor for a long time, is obviously just getting started on the road of technology. After reaching a certain point, his threat fell off a cliff.

There is no explosive species like Zoro Sanji, who can use his will and spirit to squeeze his body to burst out with stronger power. His output has been stable without fluctuations. As a trump card, the wind cannon can destroy the zombie general who is directly hit The flesh, but how many times can it be used?
Franky's sadness was born out of this ordinary little test.

He doesn't want, doesn't want, and doesn't accept that he can only become a simple support staff. He also has the heart to protect the adventure group after becoming stronger.

He is not like Chopper, the little reindeer is willing to be the group pet, and he is also willing to be the group pet.

Franky is a warrior. He wants to be a warrior who can be relied on and who can make his partners feel at ease.

"Devil Wind Foot! The highest grade ground meat!" "Right hand weapon!"

He grabbed Sanji's body with his chained right fist. While sweeping out a semicircle, Sanji's kicking skills instantly shattered the teeth of more than ten zombie generals. Franky's free left hand used every opportunity to shoot a salt crystal bullet.

The combination of the two was the final counterattack. Sanji, whose legs had begun to twitch violently, temporarily lost the ability to use kicking skills. He used Shaver, Moon Step, and Devil's Wind Kick with high intensity and frequency. The superimposed consumption of the three made him He is now unable to fight anymore.

"May I be allowed to complete the final curtain call for you?"

"yohohoho~"

"It's like Sauron helping me find my shadow."

"Partners are supposed to help each other, right?"

Brook's words came from behind the zombies. Although it was still the familiar voice, the words were only serious and not joking.

"Revolutionary Dance - Assault!"

Turning into an ethereal shadow, Brooke shuttled among the zombies, and his rapid slashing sword skills turned the flowing light into dancing silver light.

After realizing the change after he became a skeleton, Brook never thought of being exactly the same as himself, but brought the lightness of the skeleton body to the extreme.

Since strength is not enough, speed must be used.

"Sake Bottle Dance · Chain Strike!"

The figures turned back and shuttled again. Those zombie generals who were not wearing heavy armor had their throats cut in the last dance step, and the second blow sent salt pills into their bodies.

Who said you have to use your mouth to eat?

Brook's skills were quite exquisite, but because of the different routes he took and the different emphasis on body development, even in his lifetime, he was unable to push open the door to become a swordsman due to lack of strength.

As a swordsman, the long sword is not long enough to cover up the shortcomings of the short sword. The quick cutting skills are indeed unforgettable, but the approach of pointing the sword too far has also caused Brooke to lose many opportunities.

To forge iron, you need to be strong, not to mention that if you want to become a swordsman who can cut through steel, a body stronger than steel is a must.

After clearing out the unarmored zombie generals, Brook looked at the plate armored zombies, who he could only cut a streak of sparks on them, and put his sword back into its sheath somewhat helplessly.

The corpses that fell to the ground spit out their dark souls, and the melon-eating audience applauded Brooke's performance enthusiastically.

"How did you do this?" Chopper and Melly, who didn't see Brook's movements clearly, asked him while holding Luffy's hand.

"Well," Luffy thought as he touched his chin seriously, "Have you seen Brook's scabbard?"

"Ok!"

"He didn't draw his sword at all just now. His weapon was only used to mark the enemy. All the cuts came from the scabbard."

"Oh!"

"After the marking is completed, when the blade is sheathed, the invisible sword energy will fly out instantly, and then cut down the marked enemy to the ground."

Lu Fei began to talk nonsense with a serious face, which made the two little ones stunned.

"yohohoho~~"

Brooke laughed happily when he saw those two cute and confused faces. Luffy's words almost made him believe it.

"Sanji, Franky!"

After answering the doubts for the two little ones, Luffy shouted to the two who were already tired and collapsed on the ground.

"Want to become stronger?"

He stretched out his right hand and passed through the electromagnetic barrier he had set up, and the lightning that spread out bound the remaining twenty or so zombie generals tightly.

"Walk on your own path and become as strong as I am."

The dazzling electric light shone, melting the steel with thunder metallurgy, and the body protected by the armor turned into black coal that could break at the touch of a finger. The shadow black souls bound within broke away from their bonds and went to find their respective masters.

"Of course." The extremely unwilling two people helped each other to get up. Although the battle was not as tragic and magnificent as thunder and fire, it could still be called a fierce fight on the edge of the death line.

Even these guys who should be considered cannon fodder couldn't kill themselves, so how could they fulfill their dreams?

"Then prepare yourself mentally first, maybe after today, the two of you will start to be busy."

"But now, we should eat and drink first. It will take some time to set up the stage and find actors. For the finale project, let him make full preparations before the official unveiling."

The long-lost golden pot reappeared, and Sanji, holding a golden spatula, was busy working on the Frankie stove, and the fragrant food was served to the dinner table at midnight.

PS: I feel like my recent updates have been too overwhelming. In the past few days, my daily updates have dropped to 6K, ugh.
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