Pirates: The strongest Celestial Dragon in history

In the slave concentration camp in the inner city, fire broke out.

"All dead, all dead..."

"Someone betrayed us, who was it?"

In the concentration camp that was flattened by artillery fire, Dirk knelt down lonely in the middle of the flames of war, holding Yali's body in his arms, crying heartbreakingly.

Asa roared crazily, and kept slashing with his long sword at the Drovok guards who were charging towards the gate.

Nearly all of their escorts fell.

Yali died in the artillery fire, Yage was shot to death by the guards who rushed up, and the stone statue had an arm cut off by Kent in the crossfire in order to kill Kent.

All other members of the escort were dead, and only Dirk, Asa and the dying stone statue were left on the battlefield.

"Asshole, Kent! Come out!"

Asa waved his sword like crazy, but was surrounded by the guards who surrounded him.

He could have broken out of the siege, but in order to protect the injured stone statue and Dirk, he missed the opportunity to break out, and now he can only be trapped in place.

The jet-black armed domineering slash slashed at the heavy shield of the escort. The slashes that could easily cut through the shield became weaker and weaker. Asa collapsed to the ground, quietly watching the group of escorts surrounding him. Comes blocked.

Among them, someone who knew him spread the word.

"Captain Asa, Prince Kent has an order to capture you and the statue captain alive. If you can cooperate, we will not kill other members of the escort."

Asa was stunned for a moment.

"You damn farts, open your eyes and look at these corpses on the ground. All members of my escort are dead!"

Asa yelled crazily, but the guard pointed at Dirk behind him and said expressionlessly: "At least one of you is still alive. If you don't surrender, he will die too."

Asa looked back at Dirk who was kneeling on the ground and laughed miserably.

Fortunately, there is still one Quanquan left behind.

However, he may not be able to escape the fate of becoming a slave in the future.

"Dirk, are you afraid of death?"

In silence, Asa turned around and asked.

Dirk shook his head slightly.

Asa glanced at the dying stone statue next to him again, recalling the miserable battle just now.

"Stone statue, I will avenge you."

Standing up, Asa picked up the long knife again, this time his expression was extremely cold.

"Dirk, I'm sorry, we lost this time. Thank you, a foreigner, for your willingness to help us regain power. Take care of yourself, it's best to get out alive, run to the beach, and run out of this country!"

After saying that, Asa laughed loudly, "Kent, you killed my wife and children back then, and you still want me to be your slave. I will never let you go."

The long sword was swung again, and the dark sword energy slashed at the heavy armor of the guards. The guards were not immune to fighting back. Since Asa was now stubbornly resisting, they would naturally not hold back.

Groups of guards swarmed forward, spears and knives thrust out at the same time. Asa was a very strong swordsman, but he was unable to defeat an armored army by himself.

With a "pop" sound, more than a dozen weapons were inserted into Asa's body at the same time, and blood suddenly gushed out like a fountain.

The guards swarmed up and began stabbing Asa's body continuously until his body was turned into a sieve.

Prince Kent had an order that if Asa and the others refused to surrender, they would be hacked to death.

Then, the guards' spearheads were all aimed at Dirk.

This will eventually be an extremely bloody battle. Dirk glanced at the guards, his eyes widening in horror.

With so many people dead, why is it so difficult to defend our homeland?

When he was in Derelonsa, Dirk was not a nosy person. He didn't know the abomination of the navy until those warships blew up the river in the town.

"You guys are used to being aloof. You always like to influence the fate of others. You are always the successful one. You must be very happy, right?"

Dirk stood up, looked at the guards, and whispered: "Then have you ever lost? Have you ever bled?"

Groups of guards lined up in a row, each holding a sword and aiming at Dirk. The air of killing was emitting, which made people feel creepy.

Dirk was expressionless, raised his hands, and said softly: "Mucus, I don't know what happened after you woke up, but I beg you this time, come out and kill them all. I beg you. … I don’t want to lose again.”

The crazy words reached the ears of the guards, like a child's joke. Everyone continued to move forward until two huge balls of slime formed a line from Dirk's hand and then fell to the ground.

All the guards stopped in alarm, watching as the two balls of mucus grew larger and larger after being stained with the blood flowing on the ground.

Gradually, the slime began to take shape, slowly turning into two tall giants.

The giant held two sledgehammers in his hands, and his tall figure looked like a giant, causing the guards to retreat instinctively.

"Don't retreat, stay in formation and prepare to attack!"

Someone shouted. Dirk looked up and saw a young man in gorgeous clothes standing in the sky, holding a long sword and an arm.

This man was Prince Kent, and the arm was from a stone statue. He received it as a "slaughterhouse" and looked at him with a playful smile.

"You should give me that arm back."

Dirk pointed at Kent and said, his tone unquestionable, making Kent smile slightly.

Ignoring the two giant slime giants, Kent smiled and said, "Send out the entire army and kill him."

In an instant, the guards swarmed up, and the roaring torrent of steel made people feel frightened. Dirk waved his hands lightly, and the two slime giants beat on top.

The entire battlefield became lively again. Prince Kent fell behind the army and waited quietly for victory. Some of the navy who came to find out the situation silently looked at the tragic situation in the concentration camp without speaking.

"Dear naval heroes, this is our Derowok's private matter, please don't interfere."

Kent smiled and saw that the slime giants in the battlefield were constantly being attacked by the guards. They seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and they were very happy both physically and mentally.

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed.

The giant who was consumed by the guards' constant attacks gradually collapsed on the ground little by little, forming a large area of ​​mucus. Some of the guards accidentally stepped on it because the mucus was harmless.

Unexpectedly, after stepping on it, it could never be pulled out and it was instantly wrapped and swallowed by mucus.

"how is this possible!"

The sudden changes on the battlefield shocked Kent. The mucus that swallowed people instantly became active. Half of the army was swallowed by the mucus in one moment. He hurriedly shouted to the navy: "Quickly withdraw the guards, what are you navy doing?" Yes, hurry up and help!"

In the center of the battlefield, the mucus that had swallowed too many people had reached its upper limit, but Dirk still did not let the mucus stop. Even if his body was injured again, he would continue to swallow it.