I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

In just one day, the entire New World was reduced to chaos. The remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, the Blackbeard Pirates, and the Red-Haired Pirates, all the great forces that had stirred up the storm in the New World, fell into disgrace one after another, and the war broke out. Nearly half of the new world was filled with fire in an instant, and even the remaining two Yonko Regiment could not live their own lives in peace. Who knew whether the flames of war would burn in front of their own homes.

The aggressive ones want to die in person, while the cowardly ones are so frightened that they can only stay in their own territory and stare, for fear of missing any small details.

As for Sith, he was at the center of the storm after being forcibly dragged into the water. Both the pirates and the navy were gathering forces to swarm towards the Silver Island.

clang!

The blades exchanged, the metal roared violently, and the Sith exerted force in his arms to avoid the big knife that Edward Weibru was throwing at him. He was very fast, and he stepped out with air waves under his feet, and he leaped out.

He didn't intend to keep fighting with Edward Weibru and the others. The strength of everyone joining forces should not be underestimated, but their weakness was also too obvious, that is, there was no one in their so-called alliance who could really hold him back. A strong man, as long as he seizes the opportunity, he can send Edward Weibru and others to hell in batches.

Sith's actions instantly caught the nerves of Yi Zang and the others. With a flick of the flintlock gun in his hand, several black blunt bullets were fired in the direction of Sith.

The strong smell of gunpowder smoke filled everyone's nostrils. Whether it was Izang or Harta, no one of them was not prepared.

That guy was really too strong, so strong that he didn't even have any room for resistance. If he wasn't careful, he might die here today.

With a ferocious face, Halta, Izo, and Rakyo were attacking the Sith with horns against each other. Izo was in the middle, using the flintlock gun in his hand as a restraint. Halta and Rakyo were separated on the left and right. Trying to remove both of the Sith's arms.

"Humph."

Sis snorted coldly, his expression did not change, his speed increased by two points, and he directly dodged the bullet.

His speed was already extremely fast, and with this acceleration, everyone could not keep up with his rhythm, and could only barely see a passing shadow from the sky.

"What to do, Izo?"

Lakyo had already begun to panic and turned to shout at Izo.

Among the three of them, Yizang has the strongest domineering power of knowledge and color. Apart from Yizang, there is no other way to do it. He can't even see. How can he fight this?

Initially, it was possible to rely on the cooperation of everyone to narrow the range circle in order to limit the Sith's own speed, but that is not possible now.

Since Scuyard's death, they simply can no longer trust other forces. They are afraid that they will be trapped in the mud the next moment. They cannot even do the most basic trust, let alone cooperate with such a difficult thing.

Although everyone is still nominally joining forces to fight against the enemy, they have actually evolved into three different small groups.

One group for the Whitebeard Pirates, one group for Edward Weibru and his son, and one group for Lucky Lu from the Red-haired Pirates group.

Edward Waybru is powerful, thick-skinned and durable. Although Lucky Lu has a big heart and a fat body, he is very cunning and will not resist if he can't. Compared with them, the Whitebeard Pirates, who have the largest number, are actually They have become the best group of people to deal with, or the breakthrough point.

Of course, we can't blame them entirely. Even if they belong to the same pirate group, they are captains of different divisions. If nothing happens, they will get together to practice joint attack skills all day long. This is One Piece, not the Adventures of Lolo. In that spare time, you might as well go home and polish your domineering skills.

Furthermore, the strength of the three of them is not strong enough. Even among the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates, they can only be regarded as average. Whether it is attacks or other things, they cannot keep up with the rhythm of the Sith. They have completely fallen behind. He fell into a situation where he was passively beaten.

If they were stronger and Marco and Jozi teamed up, Sith might have to think carefully about the next step. The gap between captains might be greater than the gap between captains and ordinary crew members. All are big.

Harta urged him very urgently, and Yi Zang was also anxious. It was a matter of life and death. How could he really maintain inner peace.

The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat from his back, and all his attention was focused on it.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes.

"On the left, quick!"

Bang!Bang!Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, bullets shot out from the barrel of the flintlock gun.

Halta and Lakyo looked at each other, and neither dared to delay at all, and dived in the direction of Izo's gunshot.

His face was as pale as water, and besides being angry, he was also vaguely relieved.

"We finally got you, Wilson Sith."

"Hmph, caught?"

Now that his figure has been revealed, Sith no longer moves left and right, and steps forward with the knife in his right hand, as if drawing a thin black line on the sea.

"What do you mean you caught me? I obviously caught you."

Not impartial, the long knife in Sis's hand was slanted from top to bottom, the bullets were fast, and the knife was faster. Only a sound of Ding Ding Ding was heard. Two halves.

Sparks flew, followed by a close encounter with Halta and Lakyo.

clang!clang!clang!

Three people, two long knives and a meteor hammer were fighting each other rapidly in a small space. The cloak behind them was raised. The Sith was like a wild beast out of the cage, and it was a combo attack when it caught people.

The clear light moved like a thin moon, and with a shake of his right hand, the knife in Sith's hand wrapped around Halta's arm.

Halta was one of the first people to come to Silver Island. Not only did he fight with the Sith, he also fought with Edward Waybrew. He had old wounds on his body. Even the knife in his hand was given to him by Edward Waybrew. It was split in half, and the one I'm using now is a piece of junk I picked up somewhere.

It can be said that his current strength is completely at its lowest point in a long time. What he relies on to fight the Sith now is not his strength, but his long-term will.

If his strength far exceeds that of the Sith, his will can certainly help him find a chance of survival, but the problem now is that the strong one is not him, but the Sith.

The two long knives intersected, and Halta felt his arm go numb, and the bright white blade pressed down the knife in his hand.

Then he turned around, took advantage of his strength, and slashed straight. Sith's movements were as smooth as flowing clouds.

Suddenly, Halta's eyes turned red, and the blood spurting out from his chest was as bright as red dye.

"Damn."

Cursing out of his mouth, Halta quickly retreated, as if he had just been washed out of blood, and his whole body was covered in red.

The old injuries on his body had not healed, and now they were more injured. Lakyo and the others saw this in their eyes and were anxious in their hearts. The meteor hammer in their hands slammed towards the direction of the Sith.

"Wilson Sith, you bastard, please stay away from Harta."

Sith sneered, his face full of contempt.

"You told me to leave, and I left. How shameless do you think you are? Whitebeard couldn't do anything to me when I killed Bista, let alone you?"

Sith continued to fly forward, as light as a red maple leaf in autumn. With a flick of the long knife, his whole body flew out along with the blade.

The shadows closed, and a thick black tentacle pushed out from behind, directly blocking Lakyo's meteor hammer, and the whole person was still moving forward rapidly.

If the limit of ordinary people is Bolt, then the Sith is definitely faster than the limit of any creature in nature at this moment. In an instant, it exceeded the speed of sound and appeared out of thin air, like a roaring lightning.

Halta turned around hastily. He knew the truth well, leaving his back to the enemy would lead to faster death.

The long knife in his hand was held across his chest, and he tried to use his instincts to resist the blow.

Gritting his teeth, he had no other way to go.

But ideals are ideals, reality is reality, and the backbone of reality is beyond his imagination. He can't even block Edward Weibru's powerful sword, let alone the Sith.

White light is like electricity, and speed may not represent power, but when the speed reaches a certain level, speed itself becomes power.

With a swipe of the knife, Sith seemed to be cut in half along with the space.

Dang~stab!

The breaking sound of the long knife was clear and harsh. A short moment later, there was the sound of muscles being torn apart by a sharp weapon.

Starting from the left side of his chest, Hartar's entire body was almost torn in half by the Sith.

His pupils shrank, the blood on his body gushed out like a fountain, and the expression on his face changed and then froze forever.

"Harta!"

Lakyo yelled in pain, and he once again watched his companion die in front of him.

Sometimes I have to lament the impermanence of the world and the fragility of human life. Ever since the war at the top, the Whitebeard Pirates have been losing and losing companions.

First it was Bista, then Ace, followed closely by Dad. Today we lost Scuyard and Harta, and maybe it will be him and Izo soon.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if the Whitebeard Pirates had used up all their luck in the past few decades, otherwise why would they have experienced so much suffering?

He couldn't give himself an answer, and no one took the initiative to answer him, but he had a vague hunch in his heart that today was just the beginning, and the matter was far from over.

Although I don’t know why Marco and the others didn’t continue to send people to support them, there must be something good going on behind the scenes. They will not abandon their companions easily. If no one comes, they must be in danger.

He was very confident about this, and it was not difficult to guess who was holding them back, that damn bastard Teach.

He cursed inwardly, his hatred for Blackbeard instantly surpassing his hatred for the Sith.

The Blackbeard Pirates have never sent more manpower from beginning to end. Could they still not see the conspiracy behind this?

Even if his mind didn't turn around for a moment, after fighting for so long, he should have realized that they had fallen into the trap. If nothing else happened, Teach should be concentrating his forces to besiege Marco and the others.

Whether it is them or the other Whitebeard members who are with Marco, it will be difficult for each of them. After today, everyone will die.

Just like the day of the battle on the top, today is also Good Friday for the Whitebeard Pirates.

Lakyo thought this, and before he could make a slight adjustment, Sith came up again.

The sword flashed, obviously not wanting to leave him even the slightest chance of survival.

Lakyo glanced at Sith, and the resentment he was originally filled with suddenly subsided, and he looked away instead of wanting to die, even the meteor hammer in his hand was a little fiercer.

Is he thinking of exchanging his life for injury?

Killing the Sith was something he didn't have to think about. The gap between the two of them was so big that he couldn't even make up for it even if he risked his life.

Then he just let it go, gave up, and willingly lowered his neck to be killed?

No, those are cowards, not members of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Even if it's just a little bit of skin, he must leave a hole in Sith's body today.

Sith's eyes were half-closed. Lakyo's thoughts couldn't be hidden from him, but he was not afraid at all.

The shadow pulled, and Sith accelerated forward. The three parts of his body's energy and spirit were integrated into one, and his domineering aura was aroused to the extreme. He could see the shaking of every muscle on Lakyo's body, and the flying dragon was riding on his face. , how could he lose?

The actions of Sis and Lakyo did not scare anyone else, but Laki Lu and Miss Bajin were frightened. They couldn't defeat the Sis in the first place, and the teamwork of several people could only guarantee that they would not die for the time being. If Lakiyue also If they die, won't they be there soon?

Lackey Lu was anxious and angry, and it was all the fault of that fool Edward Weibru. Otherwise, how could they have ended up in this situation if they were still fighting well.

"Edward Weibru, hurry up and save people. Don't expect us to wipe your ass for the trouble you caused."

"Go away, who are you? Why should I listen to you?"

Edward Weibru obviously didn't take Lackey Lu's words to heart. He was not as big as him, so he pretended to be fat in front of him.

Miss Ba Jin's face was livid, and his eyes kept wandering around the field, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. No matter how he looked at it, they could not defeat the Sith this time. It was time to think about their own options.

The cloudy eyes rolled in their sockets, and Miss Bajin's heart was filled with bad thoughts. She turned her head and shouted in the direction of Lucky Lu:

"That brat from the red-haired pirates, don't think of using us as cannon fodder. If you want to take action, just do it together."

"Okay, let's count down to three and let's all take action together."

"one."

"two."

"Three, take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lackey Lu jumped up, with dark domineering energy wrapped around his arms. He was so fast that he didn't look like a person with such a bloated body.

"Wilson Sith, punch me."

The Sith didn't bother to care about him at all. The darkness piled up, and when he turned around, another thick black tentacle wrapped around him.

Lackey Road looked ferocious, and suddenly seemed to sense something was wrong. He turned his head suddenly and found that Miss Ba Jin and Edward Weibru had not made any move at all. They wanted to run away.

Anger shot straight from the soles of his feet to the sky.

"Edward Webber, you lied to me?"