Pirate Bloody Hand Mary

"Attila and Yinmu... Speaking of which, it seems that the two of them are not affiliated in the first place."

"These two people have a cooperative relationship. How could they forget this matter?"

Vegapunk shook his head. The long hours of work recently made him a little confused.

The key is to deal with Venus. While Venus was in coma, her physical parameters were abnormal several times, and he had to find a way to suppress it.

The abnormalities that appeared on her were the kind of weird abnormalities that could be named after her, which made Vegapunk exhausted both physically and mentally.

The mechanical arm held the metal and took out the parameter report of the piece of metal from the drawer on the side. Begapunk began to think deeply.

"The transmission ability of domineering... Although it has still reached its extreme, can it be enhanced by cultivating other people's domineering... If so, can other methods be used to achieve similar effects..."

"Integrated into metal that represents vitality, pure gold? But will that guy Yin Mu give it..."

"And if you add pure gold, it's difficult to guarantee the strength. The extraction process can easily reduce the toughness. If you want to make full-body armor..."

"Added alloy? Are there any alloys in the world that have this level?"

(Wabo alloy has not yet been developed during this period)

It's really a bit confusing and it's hard to organize my thoughts. Vegapunk sighed and simply put down everything in his hands.

The robotic arm stretched out, twisted his back, and snapped his fingers.

"call!"

A tall and thin man in rubber coat appeared next to him, with the words PUNK12 written on it.

Then, he strode outside.

Now he needs to relax and collect his thoughts, but the underwater base itself has little entertainment, and he is not the kind of person who takes time off.

Since you want to change your thinking, let's just go and see what Venus is doing now.

…

In a corner of an island in the East China Sea, a man with a broken arm and the broken arm had rotted and suppurated was sitting in a dark sewer, his body trembling constantly and his mouth breathing heavily.

His eyes could not be seen under the messy hair, which was so messy that there were even insects hopping around in it. His clothes were in tatters and could hardly cover his body.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, took out the dagger with his only remaining arm, and stretched it towards the broken part of his broken arm.

"Stab it..."

"Uh uh uh……"

He pressed his body tightly against the wall and used his only hand to chip away the rotten flesh on the broken arm, revealing fresh flesh and blood.

He took out the few matches left in his pocket, lit his clothes on fire, and burned the wound.

...Maybe it's just half-cooked, after all, there's nothing left to burn.

After doing all this, he slowly slipped to the ground, sweating profusely and turning pale, and sat in the sewage on the ground.

Not far away, in the sewer ditch, domestic sewage roared past, and the stench hit your nostrils.

"..."

He gritted his teeth and tensed his body.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the sewer. The man pulled out a small wooden box from his arms. There was a small knife hidden in the wooden box.

He took out the knife and looked at the simple edge on the blade, concentrating for a long time.

"Did you expect this moment..."

He murmured, and then, almost subconsciously, he stretched the blade towards his neck.

However, the moment the cold blade touched the warm skin, he suddenly trembled like an electric shock, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground and fell into the sewage.

He immediately picked up the knife with trembling hands, wiped it carefully, and then carefully put it back into the wooden box.

He felt the boundless cold, which was a bit of cold that was desperately digging in, as if it was cold to the bones. Every bone seemed to be brittle from the cold. It was so cold that his whole body couldn't stop shivering, and even his lips were trembling.

The feeling of blood flow slowly stopped, and the end of his body became cold.

He felt like he was going to die.

Crick, Crick, Crick...

He slowly raised his head, and although there was a layer of ground between him, he seemed to see the boundless sky.

The empty eyes were filled with a kind of obsession full of death.

He can't die anymore. If you die again, the Dark you once had will truly disappear.

He promised that inconspicuous guy that he would lead Dark well and hold on to it forever. Until then, he must live.

Without medical treatment, fire and salt are the best medicines; without food, rats and swill can satisfy their hunger; without partners, Stuart and Mary are still in a corner of the world.

He's not dead yet, Dark is still there, at least...

His hand reached into his arms and clasped a white wax cross.

On the cross, the warmth of his heart came.

"I'm still here, you're still here, Stuart is still here..."

He straightened his fingers slightly and rubbed two pieces of paper on his fingertips.

"The sea is very big... very big..."

"...As long as I am alive, we will meet again one day..."

"I will definitely look for opportunities... to find you..."

…

"boom!

! "

The majestic sea of ​​blood spread. It may be slightly inferior to the blood sea that opens in the inherent barrier, but if you only look at it from the perspective of Saint Edved, there is almost no difference between the two.

Such a posture is aimed at this person. After reaching a certain size, any subsequent increases will be meaningless.

The vast sea of ​​​​blood rushed towards Saint Edved from all directions, with no blind spots. Blood covered the sky, turning Saint Edved's vision bright red.

Carrying the will of its master, the blood moved towards the blond man with fangs and claws.

However……

"——"

"——"

Unable to get close.

Feeling the feedback from the blood returning to her mind, Mary opened her eyes slightly.

In the place where her eyes could not see, in the red overlord color wrapped in the sea of ​​blood, her blood could not move.

An invisible force blocked the blood attack. In this red field, she couldn't even make her blood burn.

"Such power..."

No matter how crazy the blood gesture was, Saint Edved just stood on the ground with a long sword in his hand and an expressionless face.

Within the range covered by the overlord color, all the blood can only bow to it.

"You are looking down on your brother too much if you want to get close to me with only blood, Vinicius."

"Now that you have recovered your memory, you should understand how powerful my overlord color is."

After saying this, Saint Edved's expression suddenly changed, and he waved the long sword in his hand boldly.

The next moment, Bao Xiao's sea of ​​blood was neatly separated.

The two people inside and outside the blood sea looked at each other again.

"Within my overlord color, everything will be respected by me."

"Vinisius, you have very good qualifications, and you also have the courage to be the enemy of the world."

"However, having courage is not enough. You need to learn, you need to learn how to control your courage!"

The crimson overlord color boiled and soaked the earth, and Saint Edwyd used that land as his weapon.

"What is the ultimate use of Overlord's domineering energy? I'll let you see it today."

"Although when it comes to the look of the Overlord, I am not his opponent. But as far as application is concerned, I can compete with him."

Circle after circle of crimson ripples spread out, and the sea of ​​blood began to retreat.

Mary watched all this in silence and made no other move.

"Retreat..."

"My enemies, your blood."

"Buzz——"

As a buzzer sounded, Mary felt that the connection between the sea of ​​blood and herself was severed.

The huge sea of ​​blood rolled back instantly and collapsed under the impact of Mary's vigorous ghost energy.

The ground between the two people became empty, and blood surged into the sky.

Soon after, the rain of blood slowly fell.

"Zheng..."

Saint Edwide stroked Grammer, bathed in blood, and showed no reaction to the blood soaking his clothes.

He looked at Mary with a faint smile.

"It seems that you don't quite understand the nature of Overlord Color. Otherwise, with the quality of your Overlord Color, I shouldn't have defeated the entire sea of ​​​​blood in one fell swoop."

"Appreciate further details."

Mary was not shy and asked carelessly.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​blood lost contact with him, and he couldn't control it even now. This situation has never been seen before, and according to Saint Edwin, such power is not difficult for Mary to master.

Therefore, Mary asked directly.

"Aren't you venting your anger?...Don't fight?"

"You still have to fight, it doesn't conflict with learning your skills."

"Then since everything is like this...do you still expect me to teach you?"

"Of course, aren't you my brother?"

"laugh……"

Hearing this, Saint Edved was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"Hahaha...haha..."

After laughing for a moment, he looked at Mary: "I didn't expect that you would become so humorous after ten years."

"She doesn't have the personality of the sister I used to have."

"Indeed, everyone's character will change after living outside for ten years..."

After shaking his head, Saint Edved stopped his smile, straightened his expression and said:

"Okay, then I will explain it to you briefly. However: in the end, you have to practice this thing by yourself. You can't learn it just by teaching me."

"I would like to hear the details." Mary lowered her eyebrows and nodded.

"Hmm...you should know where the power of Overlord Color comes from, right?"

"Same as seeing and hearing color, overlord color comes from the power of the heart, that is, the power of the soul."

"Yes, Overlord color can simply be regarded as the external radiation of human will."

Saint Edwin nodded:

"Before I tell you the techniques, let me first explain to you what the intensity and range of the overlord color are related to."

"Although your overlord color is very powerful and has a wide range, your use of overlord color is still at the most basic stage of overlord color entanglement... It would be better to say that you are not very skilled in overlord color."

"The so-called overlord color is the true appearance of the soul. The range that the overlord color can cover depends on the range covered by your will."

"In other words, why did you awaken your overlord color - why did you want to become the king?"

Having said this, Saint Edwyd raised his sword and explained to Mary:

"And the determination you are willing to make to become king determines the intensity of your overlord look."

"Just like me, you, Red Hair, Kaido, Green Pepper..."

"We all have different colors, simply because we are willing to pay different prices."

"Qingjiao is like that. He is unwilling to face the truly top experts, and cannot even face his own failure. His overlord appearance is naturally the worst, and he can almost collapse at the first touch."

"Kaido dares to be the enemy of the world government and all the strong men in the world in order to become king. He dares to fight against fate. Therefore, his overlord color is at the top level, second only to the ceiling."

“Do you know who’s on the domineering ceiling?”

Saint Edved suddenly asked.

Mary thought for a moment, frowned and tentatively replied:

"Me, you, redhead?"

"Yes, but not quite."

Saint Edwin nodded and said:

"I don't know if it's too long ago. But within fifty years, as far as I know, there are six people who have such a domineering look."

"——Red Hair, Yinmu, Rocks, Dragon, me, you."

Are Dragon and Rocks actually the same...

It is expected that Yin Mu has such a level of overlord color. After all, he is a king who has ruled the world for eight hundred years. It is unreasonable not to have this level.

"These people have one thing in common, you know what it is?"

"Destiny, strength, or bloodline?"

"A little bit of both, but most importantly..."

The majestic spirit of Saint Edved spreads out, not your overbearing look, but simply his temperament.

"If you want to have the best overlord color, you must be prepared to fight against the planet, conquer or even change the world."

"Only in this way can the quality of Overlord Color be reached to the highest level."

"...I'm very pleased, Mary, that you have such courage."

"You are even better than me. Your overlord color is not inferior to mine in intensity, and exceeds mine in range. This shows that your ambition is higher than mine."

Looking at Mary, Saint Edwin smiled happily.

"I see, are you aware..."

Thinking back to when I awakened my overlord color more than half a year ago, it seemed that I had forced myself to awaken.

And at that time, what I wanted to do was...conquer nature.

It sounds like it does match.

However, at that time, it was just a level of forced stimulation, but now I am indeed worthy of it. Become an enemy of the world and the planet for your own goals.

"As for the range of overlord color, as I just said, it depends on your reason for becoming king."

Saint Edved's voice came next.

"Why do you call yourself the king? Why do you have this kind of consciousness? The bigger the reason is, the wider the coverage of the overlord color will be."

"For example, Dragon is for liberating people all over the world, Rocks is for conquering people all over the world, and Yoon is for people who rule the world."

"After all, if you have such an awareness, you should also have a corresponding pattern. Therefore, the range of such overlord colors is generally very large..."

"how about you?"

Before Edweed finished speaking, Mary asked.

"Your coverage area is so small, is your pattern also so small?"

"Yes, it is indeed small."

Saint Edved nodded and admitted.

"...What is your reason for becoming king?"

"I don't know, but..."

"I'm not interested in influencing the world."