One Piece: General Xuanming, Defeat the New World

"Lemon Hill!"

Seeing the miserable state of his companions, Mort's eyes turned blood red in anger.

In an instant, Mort made the most correct choice, transforming into a Titan python hundreds of meters long, surrounding Lemon Hill layer by layer. The scales that surpassed steel combined with the sufficient Armament Haki provided the best protection for Lemon Hill at this time.

As long as there was still a possibility of saving Lemon Hill, Mort's actions would be the best response.

But the problem was that Death Simont's bullet was too terrifying, and it happened to hit Lemon Hill when he was so angry and exhausted that the second bullet completely destroyed Lemon Hill's life.

In addition, the personnel of the G3 branch islands had already been evacuated at this time, and the only doctor who could treat this kind of injury was the top doctor in Mary Joa, and it was naturally impossible to provide treatment here.

At this time, Lemon Hill, who was protected by the Titanoboa, slowly shrank his body and the hair on his body gradually disappeared.

The demon form is gradually becoming ineffective. Lemonhill's physical strength is no longer able to support the consumption of the devil fruit, and he has slowly returned to human form.

"Lemon Hill, Lemon Hill, are you okay?"

While Mort was paying attention to the situation of the Whitebeard Pirates, he was also checking the condition of Lemon Hill.

However, at this time, Lemon Hill's condition was very bad. His eyes were slowly closing and his breath was gradually becoming weaker.

"Listen to me, get up quickly, you can't sleep, Lemon Hill!"

"As long as you don't fall asleep, there is still hope thanks to the recovery of your animal-type awakening abilities. You must not fall asleep!"

Mort woke up Lemon Hill again and again, trying to save Lemon Hill's last chance of life.

"I...poof..."

Lemon Hill opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out blood foam again and his breath became even more dispersed.

In the end, Lemon Hill still didn't say anything. His eyes moved one last time, then dimmed, and his aura finally dissipated.

Army General, the demon Lemon Hill died heroically at the G3 base!

"It doesn't make sense, it really doesn't make sense!"

Realizing that Lemon Hill was powerless to save the situation, his regret and remembrance for his colleagues suddenly turned into raging rage. The huge Titanoboa roared and tumbled angrily, throwing the entire island into chaos.

Under extreme anger, Mort's Armament Haki and fruit development level even improved to a certain extent, especially the strength of Armament Haki was the most obvious.

But this is easy to understand. Armament Haki is ultimately a manifestation of will. At this time, when you are angry, abandoning all previous considerations and fears and going all out, you will naturally be able to show the strongest will.

"kill!"

Mort roared angrily, and the Titanoboa's tail, wrapped in the armed color, swung like a steel whip. The "rustling" sound of the wind and the iron-hard scales were very powerful.

"Hualala! Simonte, well timed!"

Whitebeard laughed loudly and swung his right fist to hit the tail of the Titanoboa hard.

The terrifying vibration, powerful strength and physique made Whitebeard not afraid of a head-on collision with Mort.

What's more, in terms of strength and explosiveness, Mort is not as good as the deceased Lemon Hill.

The attack missed and when Titanoboa was about to attack again, its snake sense sent a sharp alarm, danger was approaching!

"Pfft!"

The third bullet was fired and hit the body of the Titanoboa. The scales, domineering and strong muscles covering it were instantly pierced, and a blood hole with a diameter of more than ten centimeters was blown out.

"Oh!"

The belated gunshot rang out!

……

"call……"

Several miles away, a figure in a black cloak put down his sniper rifle. It could be vaguely seen that he was a skinny old man.

No one could have imagined that this plain-looking and even fragile old man was actually the dark night death god who dominated the entire new world - Simont, the well-deserved king of snipers. No one in this field could match him.

The redness on the old man's face slowly faded away and he began to breathe slightly.

For Simont, every bullet is a full-strength burst. The extremely compressed domineering color is wrapped around the alloy bullet, and the armament color is wrapped to increase the strength of the bullet. Each time is an extreme mobilization and application of domineering.

And the use of the speed fruit, using the power of the fruit to accelerate the bullet to an unimaginable level, so that it can hit the opponent in an instant like a stream of light.

Just three bullets, but it was no less than three days and three nights of fighting. Simont's physical strength had been consumed by more than one third.

What's more, Simont is old, almost seventy years old, and his prime years are completely past. Although his sniping skills and fruit development level have been constantly improving, his declining energy forces Simont to calculate every bullet carefully.

……

At the G3 branch base, at the wound on the Titanoboa's body, the blood-red muscles kept wriggling, and in the blink of an eye, the bullet was squeezed out of the body. Then the granulation tissue grew rapidly, connected, and covered with scales.

A wound of more than ten centimeters is too small in front of the Titanoboa that is hundreds of meters long. As long as it does not hit the truly fatal part, it is impossible to cause any serious injury.

This is also the best way to deal with snipers. The bullets will not get bigger anyway, so just make yourself big enough and protect your key parts.

If Lemon Hill had maintained the ancient demon beast form of over a hundred meters when he was shot, he would not have died, and would not even have been seriously injured.

Nearly half a meter of skin, several meters of muscles, and more than three meters of fluffy hair covering the chest. Even if it hits the chest, a bullet wrapped in the domineering color cannot penetrate several meters into the body of a top-level combat power and reach the fatal organs.

Unfortunately, there is no if!

Simont had been waiting for several days just to seize this opportunity and kill with one blow!

"Fizz!"

Feeling the pain, the Titanoboa transformed by Mort twisted his body violently. The severe pain also brought Mort back to his senses from his extreme anger.

"Damn it, what are those bastards in the intelligence department doing? Why didn't they report a sniper of this level?"

"If we continue to fight, we will die!"

After regaining his sanity, Mort instantly understood the current situation. With Whitebeard and a sniper in the dark, he would not be able to win if he continued fighting.

Thinking of this, Mort swept his tail across, temporarily forcing Whitebeard back, then turned around and disappeared at the edge of the island, diving underwater in the submarine.

Whitebeard and Simont, who witnessed all this, had no intention of stopping it. If a top fighter who was still healthy chose to fight to the death, it would definitely cause terrible damage.

The reason why he was able to snipe Lemon Hill was mainly because of the intelligence advantage. At the same time, Lemon Hill was not at all prepared for snipers. At this time, when the opponent was on high alert, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to snipe the top combat power of the animal department.

"Keep going, fight for G1!"

Whitebeard's loud voice echoed on the Moby Dick, and then Whitebeard's sea earthquake caused a huge tsunami. The sea water instantly dispersed the entire G3, and the entire island was washed away by the flood.

Whitebeard then returned to the Moby Dick and continued to move forward.