Traveler in the Pirate World

Long staggered a few steps. Most of his body was burned by the high temperature. The half of his face that originally had the word "yao" tattoo on it was now completely black, and most of his long hair was also burnt off. He looked extremely miserable.

Riding on the wind, the dragon turned into a gust of wind and flew into the sky above the waves that were a hundred meters high, rushing straight towards the falling figure.

The strong wind dragged up the shattered body of the Angel. Long stood in front of the cockpit with a big hole and sparks flying. He looked at Lindbergh, whose hair was curly and looked like a broken toy. He slowly squatted down and poured all the healing water he took out from the space onto Lindbergh's untransformed flesh and blood. "You did it, Lindbergh, so it's time to go home!"

After saying that, Long glanced at Dr. Kuleha who was following closely behind him, nodded at her and said, "Thank you, Ms. Kuleha, let's go back!"

Kuleha didn't have a chance to stop him. Instead, she looked at the dying Lindbergh, whose wounds were healing and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye. "What medicine? Give me a bottle when you get back!"

The dragon just nodded, drove the whirlwind, and steadily dragged several people towards the direction of Magnetic Drum Island. This time they won and lost.

Aokiji was far away, and the huge fireball that illuminated the entire sky red was so terrifying that one could still feel the heat even from a distance of several kilometers.

The sea was evaporated, and countless steam rose and spread with the storm caused by the explosion. The terrifying wave caused by the center of the explosion swept in all directions. The navy's fleet was like a fallen leaf in a rapids, as if it could be overturned at any time.

Looking at the huge waves that seemed to split the sky and the earth, many soldiers screamed in fear. Aokiji exhaled a breath of cold air, and a cold breath rose from his body, "Ice Age!" In an instant, everything froze, and the huge waves turned into eternal ice, which will remain here for countless years to come.

The sudden intersection of cold and hot air currents caused freezing rain to fall from the sky. Aokiji did not leave or hide, but just stood quietly in the rain, "How are they?"

Kizaru on the side also did not leave. He stood in the rain, letting the rain wet his clothes and hair. He knew that no matter whether the dragon survived or not, the woman would not attack again. That was the pride of a king.

"That woman has become stronger again..." Borsalino murmured in his heart. As the heirs of the will of the great kingdom, unlike those survivors who have lost their history, they gave up the most important and proud D, just so that one day the faith of the great kingdom can walk the world again.

"But time is running out... If you can survive, you will be the second person in the past eight hundred years who is qualified to face the king, Dragon!" Having persisted for countless generations, Kizaru once felt despair, but there are some things that people will still do even though they know there is no hope, and there is still hope.

In the cabin, countless wounded were waiting for treatment. Black Spider, who had lost one arm, stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. The six broken long swords entangled in his hair could not be pulled down no matter what. His only remaining right hand was also tightly holding a broken sword.

After a long time, he looked at the military doctor beside him and said, "Cut my hair!"

"What?" The military doctor looked at Ghost Spider in astonishment. You know, the Lieutenant General cherishes his long hair the most, which is an extension of his arm.

"I said cut my hair!" Ghost Spider roared angrily, the veins on his neck bulged, his ferocious face looked even more hideous, and the two-headed dragon's helmet fell to the ground with a ping-pong sound due to his violent movements.

"Teacher is right. No matter how superb the skills are, if there is not enough strength, they are just fancy moves!" he thought to himself.

Since then, the Navy Headquarters has had a bald, one-armed vice admiral. He always wields a long sword, with his only remaining right arm tightly holding the hilt. The strong color of armed forces always wraps around the blade. When someone asks him why he does this, he just pulls out a picture cut out from an old newspaper, points to the picture of the De Angel Gundam, and says, "I want to chop him down!"

Doberman lay quietly on the hospital bed, without speaking or struggling. He lost, completely lost. The opponent was very strong, really very strong, with strength comparable to that of the admiral of the Navy Headquarters, but he was still very unwilling to accept this!

Bello Betty looked at the big sun burning above the sea from afar. The palm of her hand holding the flag couldn't help but tighten, and her heart was lifted up, but she still faced the rising waves with an unchanged expression and gave orders calmly.

The huge flag waved in his hand, and the invisible wave spread out in all directions, calming the panicked hearts of the revolutionary soldiers. "All troops, prepare, main guns fire!"

As Belo Betty's voice echoed in everyone's hearts, four huge beams of light broke through a huge hole in the center of the waves, as if it was cut off by a huge lightsaber, leaving a gap facing the scorching sun.

The huge fireball burned out in an instant. Belo Betty and the other revolutionary soldiers stared blankly at the direction where the hot wind was coming from. Asi Lu reached out and held Belo Betty's sweaty hand, nodded slightly at her, and said, "Mr. Long and the others will be back!"

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, a black spot in the sky quickly grew larger in their eyes. Everyone cheered for it. Bello Betty smiled, and his hearty smile was shining at this moment.

"Mr. Long and his team are back. We succeeded!"

“Hail to the revolution!”

"Ooooh, I…I don't know what to say, but I'm so happy!"

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Looking at the group of cheering guys behind him, Belo Betty turned around with a stern face and said, "What are you making a fuss about, you bastards? Hurry up and arrange for medical personnel to treat him!"

On Magnetic Drum Island, Morrie looked at the light rising in the sky, like the rising sun. The tide began to recede, and the crows surrounding the sky cried in unison.

The ice and snow gathered from the Magnetic Drum Island in front of Mori were accumulated into a huge iceberg. Looking at the incoming huge waves, he took a step forward, his short battle skirt swaying, and his hands pressed heavily on the iceberg. The iceberg, like a barrier, was held tightly by him. The huge waves suddenly hit it, and a huge impact force came from the iceberg, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Mori gritted his teeth and pushed forward with all his might. Several energy cannons set up by the revolutionary soldiers released terrifying cold air, freezing the sea bit by bit, and were then shattered by the turbulent currents in the waves.

When everything was finally over, Mori fell powerlessly in the ice and snow, with a large amount of blood oozing from his mouth and nose. The soldiers hurriedly poured healing water into his mouth, and 20 doctors treated him on the spot in an orderly manner. They would never forget that on this day, a huge man used an iceberg to defeat the ocean, like a living god of war.

Looking at the surging waves, Morgans' hull began to change, slowly turning into a small submarine and quickly sinking into the sea. Even so, the huge impact of the waves still made him fall dizzy, but he still laughed, "This is big news, haha...hahahaha..."