Great Navigation: I Wanted To Retire And Became A Marine Marshal

"Ah, it's really troublesome.

A hesitant man named Soros sat alone on a small wooden boat.

He was wearing a gray cowboy hat, a plaid shirt, and white long trousers.

A strand of gray bangs hangs down in front of his forehead, and his golden eyes look particularly melancholy: "This guy Crocodile went out without authorization again, knowing that I don't like to protect people."

"I just love killing."

Having said this, he licked his lips.

The silver-haired and black-skinned lady Carrie next to her hugged her breasts: "There is no way, Brother Six, after all, we owe that clown a huge favor, and this favor must be repaid.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ninety-five sisters, we are pirates, and pirates are not honest."

"...Brother Six, you have adapted to your new identity much faster than I thought.'

Soros stood up like an elegant artist: "There seems to be a search for pirate ships ahead.

As soon as they finished speaking, a ship appeared in their sight.

This is a very gorgeous looking pirate ship.

Kali squinted her eyes and looked at Flag 127: "Well, he seems to be a great newbie pirate, and he is also from the main clan.

She judged this pirate group through this mark. It was the handsome pirate group who entered the New World three years ago.

The captain's name is Cavendish, he is the prince of the Kingdom of Bruges and has the title of noble son among pirates.

This is an extremely narcissistic guy.

Soros stood up on the kayak and sang a song.

Kali was stroking her forehead. This artistic brother would show off his singing voice every time before a battle.

This rookie pirate group is in ruins.

After singing the song, Soros seemed to be in a very happy mood: "The Angry Bear is in need of fresh blood. I've heard of that pirate master, so let him be my lieutenant.

"Brother Six, this guy doesn't bow his head that easily."

Soros showed an extremely ferocious smile: "According to pirate rules, the loser is not qualified to negotiate terms!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his feet suddenly exerted force, and then flew directly towards the Handsome Pirates like a rocket.

The small kayak swayed suddenly and almost overturned, scaring Carrie to quickly hold onto the boat.

"Ah, it's true! I am a person with abilities!"

After muttering dissatisfiedly, Kali cast Moonwalk and slowly followed her brother's footsteps.

At this time, the blond pirate was lying on the deck chair leisurely basking in the sun.

He wore a cowboy hat decorated with fluffy trim and had shoulder-length blond curly hair that covered his bangs.

This pirate is handsome, elegant, and has a rich aristocratic temperament. He doesn't look like a pirate at all.

He was wearing a white cloak behind him, a white shirt on his upper body, dark blue 7-point pants on his lower body, and brown Martin boots on his feet. He looked very fashionable.

The famous sword Durandal was placed aside.

Cavendish is enjoying a nice, leisurely midday moment.

Suddenly, his younger brothers screamed in surprise.

"Ah, what is that?"

"It seems like something is flying over!"

"That's, yes, yes, yes, yes, that's Shura Thoros, the vice-captain of the Angry Bear Pirates!"

Whoosh ~ boom!

Thick black smoke spread directly from the deck.

A huge hole appeared in the ship.

Cavendish instantly pulled out Durandal, and the craftsman watched the smoke that had not yet dissipated vigilantly.

An extremely fierce aura suddenly swept over, causing the surrounding pirates who were not as powerful to stagger and fall to the ground.

When the smoke cleared, the artist-like Soros opened his trouser pockets, looked down at Cavendish and said: "Surrender, or die." (ajej)

"Are you kidding me? I will not surrender to someone who is trying to steal my limelight!"

Cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead, but Cavendish still forced a smile on his face.

The leader of the Angry Bear Pirates, Shura Soros, is a mysterious man.

The first crime committed on the sea was to massacre the entire G6 branch, with the names of three Vice Admirals of the headquarters in hand.

With a bounty of 1.3 billion beli, he is a veritable pirate.

And he currently has less than Soros.

"Don't you want to surrender? Then I'll beat you until you surrender."

Cavendish's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next second Soros' figure appeared in front of him and punched him in the abdomen.

"Ah! Ha~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes popped out, and the eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes.

The famous sword came out directly, and Cavendish slowly knelt on the ground, his whole body convulsing from the pain of Ultimate.

The younger brothers around him who had not been suppressed by Conqueror's also reacted at this time and rushed towards Thoros with roars.

"kill him!"

"Give the boss some time to recover."

Soros's expression suddenly became extremely bloodthirsty: "I don't know what to say.

Poof, the heart of the vice-captain of the pirate group was easily taken out, and it was still beating in Thoros's hand.

Because the speed of removing the heart was so fast, the guy didn't even feel the pain.

"Ahhhhh!"

He died after realizing that the heart crushed into pulp by Soros was his own.

Cavendish put his arms on the ground and glared at Soros: "Stop, you guy-"

Before he finished speaking, dozens more people were directly torn into pieces.

In a physical sense.

And this kind of blood is the art that Soros pursues, the art of cruelty.

"Well, it's a beautiful masterpiece, isn't it?"

Thoros, who was bathed in blood, slowly turned his head, a smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were no longer melancholy.

His golden eyes exuded a faint light, and the brutal gene belonging to the golden family was completely activated.

The broken bodies and limbs all over the ground, as well as the strong smell of blood, constantly provided Soros with the pleasure of killing.

"Listen, this weak moan, this miserable scream, how sweet it is. Art, this is the real art!

Soros raised his arms high, as if the saint who created a peerless painting was praying to God for his joy.

"Madman, you madman!"

A trace of madness flashed in Thoros's eyes [slowly walked up to the master pirate and stepped on him: "Now, are you willing to lower your proud head in front of me?"

As he spoke, the shiny leather shoes rubbed his head. .