Pirate Bloody Hand Mary

"You are a good opponent."

After Esdeath put away her sword, she turned her body slightly and looked back.

Yamata no Orochi's body was torn apart but there was no way to save it. Blackbeard, who had predicted the speed of Esdeath's sword strikes many times, never expected that Esdeath had a skill that could crush the opponent's body.

He still maintains consciousness, but his transformed state is slowly fading.

"Your speed in developing Devil Fruits is amazing, and you seem to have a lot of experience in selecting and combining different fruits. If I give you enough time, I'm afraid I'm no match for you."

Esdeath said that and approached Blackbeard.

"Unfortunately, the last time you appeared in public was during Operation Red Sea a few months ago. At that time, you didn't have the other two fruit abilities."

"In other words, you can only train your fruit power for a few months at most. It's a pity that there is a strong person missing in this world. A genius with extraordinary talent is only a genius until he grows up."

She walked up to Blackbeard, who had returned to his human form. There was still a trace of flesh and blood between Blackbeard's head and body, but it didn't help. The blood spread on the ground and froze into ice slag the moment it came into contact with the cold air.

"Any genius, no matter how arrogant he is, should remain cautious enough, especially when facing someone who is as strong as himself or stronger than him." Esdeath put her hand on Blackbeard's chest, "And you are facing It is regrettable that he repeatedly made mistakes when dealing with me and underestimated me."

"As long as you are cautious enough with your fruit power, it is almost impossible for me to kill you. It's just a pity...I wonder if no one has told you about this?..."

"..."

Esdeath grinned with a cold and cruel smile.

"Insidiousness and cruelty can certainly get you through difficulties, but arrogance and rashness after gaining power will inevitably drag you into the abyss."

"You are a late bloomer, but you do not have enough capacity to accommodate your own ideals. This is the reason why you were defeated by me."

Blackbeard stared at Esdeath, and from his current perspective, he saw the strange mark on Esdeath's chest.

The cold breath released from above seemed to tell Blackbeard something.

"Finally, let me tell you something."

Esdeath said softly.

Ice and snow were released from her palms and spread continuously on Blackbeard's body.

As his body gradually turned into ice, Blackbeard heard Esdeath's last words:

"It's true that I'm not a devil fruit user."

"..."

Blackbeard's eyes suddenly widened.

The next moment, his body was completely frozen. Then, with a soft sound from Peng, the entire ice withered body turned into ice dust and scattered.

After sending Blackbeard away, Esdeath straightened up.

Ice and snow swirled around her body, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and then heavy snow began to fall across Mariejoia.

As the snowflakes fell, the flames of war that were originally burning began to gradually subside. The shouts of killing among Mariejoia gradually became lower.

She looked in the direction of Pangu City and murmured: "The Five Old Stars were defeated faster than I thought. It's a pity that we didn't have time to fight."

After saying that, she kicked off her feet and rushed towards the battlefield between the Revolutionary Army and the Holy Guard outside Mariejoia.

After completing his mission, Esdeath can do whatever he wants.

Of course she wants to fight with a strong person, and there is no doubt that the strongest person in Mariejoia right now is Attila besides Mariejoia.

…

"..."

Attila silently held the spear in his hand, standing surrounded by many strong men.

The aura exuding from everyone is extremely powerful. Although they are all inferior to him, they all have the capital to hurt him.

He glanced left and right at the people surrounding him.

Warring States, Zefa, Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji.

Mohandas Saint, Magik Saint, Esdeath, Dragon, Yixiao.

Peach rabbit, tea dolphin, Sabo.

Red Hair Shanks, Ben Beckman, Jesus Boo, Lucky Road.

Almost all of the countless powerful men who are still galloping on the sea have gathered here at this time.

Not to mention Attila who was surrounded, even the red-haired pirates who were technically just supporting the army felt a little frightened looking at the current lineup.

The lineup here excludes the Red-haired Pirates and Attila. If the remaining people gather together to defeat any of the four emperors in the old era, there will be no big problem. Even the Rocks Pirates of that year may not be able to do it. Not a match for this lineup.

Pluto's artillery support was still watching in the distance, and Rayleigh and Hancock were able to suppress the Holy Guard's troops with ease. The two strong men who killed the Sky Elf didn't know if they were waiting for a cruel attack somewhere.

With so many strong men surrounding Attila, the possibility of his escape now disappears.

At this time, everyone looked at Attila in silence. Long had tried to persuade him to surrender countless times, but Attila refused every time. Now he no longer attempts such pointless actions.

The faces of the people surrounding them had different expressions, but they did not hide their vigilance at all.

Attila stood alone in the encirclement. The holy guards in the distance had been defeated by Pluto's artillery fire, captured, died in battle, or were captured.

The tide is over.

"It looks like it's over internally at Mariejoia."

Looking at Saint Mohandas, Attila said in a deep voice.

Saint Mohandas did not answer, but just pulled out the first-generation ghost and pointed it at Attila to express his attitude.

Attila took a deep breath and slowly looked up.

A white line has lit up the dark night sky, and dawn is about to come.

Somehow, at this time when almost everything had settled, Attila recalled very ancient memories.

In the flames of war, the race with wings on its back is crushing flesh and blood. He has never failed in leading troops to conquer all directions. Silence is his normal state. The people who follow him in the battles fear him, but he himself has long been numb to it.

The Lunaria clan has gone from being the pride of heaven to being the target of thousands of enemies, and he only wants to lead the descendants of his clan to maintain their self-esteem as a clan of gods.

No matter who you are fighting for, for a warrior honor equals fighting.

He had always thought so.

Until on the ruins of an ancient battlefield, I saw a bright color appearing in the remaining gray and black.

The innocent girl who was scavenging on the ruins greeted Attila with a smile, and handed him a flower that did not match him, and a smile like that.

Looking at the weak wings behind the opponent, he realized that although this race has experienced many hardships and committed countless sins, these may really be nothing.

He accepted the flower, and he had to be careful even if he only gently held the flower with his fingers in his huge palm, but even so, he accidentally broke the flower. He showed a troubled expression, and this pretentious expression stunned the soldiers following him and made the girl giggle.

Attila gave this nameless war orphan a name - Christie (believer of God, explorer, honesty, pursuit, pioneer).

From then on, he followed the other party, using his huge and terrifying body to fend off the omnipresent malice from all directions for the girl. The blood-stained sharp blade turned into a large shield to protect the girl.

He shook hands with Nika, who was once unhappy, and made peace. Righteous people from other races gradually appeared in the team behind him, and his huge wings became a flag hanging high above the holy land.

Watch her realize her dreams step by step, spread her ideas, and watch her reach the top.

Then, he watched her being broken as easily as the flower that year.

He spent hundreds of years in this terrible nightmare that kept coming back to him at midnight.

And for hundreds of years, the only remaining glimmer of possibility, he felt that it had broken silently like a mirror in a mirror.

"null!"

Attila took a step forward, holding the spear across his chest.

His expression was extremely calm. Facing the murderous intent and fighting intent coming from all directions, he was like a rock in the sea, allowing himself to be ravaged and motionless.

His momentum rose again, making Long and the three generals feel their scalps numb.

How many times has this guy increased his momentum? Although it is true that there are people who become more courageous as they fight, it is really unheard of for someone like Attila to become more fierce again and again every time he enters a more desperate situation.

"What if!"

Attila struck his shoulder twice with his spear.

"You guys, go all out." He growled, "Let me see how courageous you are to win."

"Can you get over my body and win?"

There was no angry fire in his eyes, nor was there any violent killing intent.

Some are just as calm as water and as firm as stone.

As soon as the words fell, the people around him launched an attack on Attila without hesitation.

Attila will not fall until he is completely defeated. Whether it was Long and the other four who had been fighting Attila for several hours or the new strong men, they all understood this tacitly.

Facing a terrifying lineup that would make anyone hate him, Attila stepped forward without hesitation and launched the final offensive.

The impact of various elements continued to pour on his body, wearing away his domineering force. The wings on his back were already scarred, but he had no intention of stopping.

This battle is no longer a simple battle of victory and defeat. He must carry out his beliefs and stand until the end.

Attila still believed in Yin Mu's judgment, but the people in front of him vaguely allowed him to see some other possibilities.

only……

"You are too weak, and you are not qualified to be the winner."

The air wave caused by the swing of the spear tore through the earth easily, and the defense line composed of various elements collapsed in an instant. His old body broke through the encirclement but did not escape, but went straight towards the strong men.

Eight hundred years have passed, and the once-heroes are no longer heroes, and the Holy Land has been dimmed by dust. In the past Attila might have taken the lead in raising the flag of rebellion, but at least now he has no other choice.

The black, metallic iron fist slammed into his shoulder, and Zefa took action. At the same time, Mohandas Saint, Shanks, Long, Sabo and other physical experts all stepped forward to attack Attila.

The all-pervasive domineering and armed domineering energy finally penetrated Attila's domineering defense, pierced into his body, stirred flesh and blood, and cut muscles.

He groaned, threw away the spear in his hand, and knocked Saint Mohandas away with one blow. Then he grabbed Zefa fiercely and suddenly penetrated him into the earth at lightning speed!

Then the muscles all over his body swelled, his wings spread out, and with the explosive sound of the air being torn apart, the surrounding physical masters were bounced away one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the raging torrent of elements rushed towards him. He kicked up the spear stuck on the ground and held it in his hand, tearing open the mixed torrent of elements.

After many physical experts took a breath, they swarmed forward again without giving Attila any room to breathe.

Attila didn't care about this, and just repelled everyone's attacks steadily and overwhelmingly time and time again.

It's just that every time, there will be some new scars on his body.

The sounds of conquest in the distance gradually subsided, and Attila knew even without looking that the holy guards he had cultivated bit by bit over the past eight hundred years were either dead or captured, and all had been wiped out.

For the first time since joining the army, Attila was left alone.

No, there were times when he fought alone in the past.

Attila walked forward step by step.

Where is he going? Who to kill? Who to beat? Even he himself didn't know the answer.

But he never stopped when fighting.

The only thing he knows how to do is fight. If he stops fighting, he will be useless.

Moreover, soldiers do not have the right to choose when the war ends. That is a matter for the commander, a matter for the leader.

And he has lost his leader for a long, long time.

Why on earth did he gather the holy guards? Why did he survive eight hundred years later and put aside the dignity of the clan of gods that he valued so highly in the past in the face of the atrocities of the world's nobles?

With a roar, Attila fired a cross-cutting shot, cutting open Yixiao's chest.

But at the same time, Yixiao's staff knife also cut a deep wound on his chest that was visible to the bone.

During the fight, Attila's eyes were covered with blood and turned red. While panting, he felt his breath begin to be filled with the sound of popping bubbles.

"null!"

The Sengoku Buddha's fist was thrown away by him with a spear, and then he suddenly turned around and slammed the gun barrel into Sabo's chest as he tried to get closer.

Sabo immediately flew backwards, the domineering energy on his body was instantly blasted away, and even the surface of his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Esdeath's ice dragon ripped apart the earth from a distance, biting Attila with the cold wind. He stamped his foot violently, and the indestructible red earth continent instantly started churning like plasticine, forming a huge wave of earth that directly smashed the ice dragon into pieces.

Taotu took advantage of Attila's stamping of his feet and slashed at Attila with the Kimpiro sword. However, Attila threw his spear and caught his wrist with his free hand. He was thrown away without even having time to react. Thousands of meters away.

Just as he took back the spear, the strong wind wrapped around Attila, and the dragon almost used all his strength to stop Attila from moving.

A fierce domineering force came from behind him. Looking back, the long knife in the red hair's hand dragged a dozen meters of red thunder and cut off one of Attila's wings in an instant.

Then, he picked up the tip of the knife and stabbed Attila's head.

"——"

Attila's eyes suddenly stared at Shanks's.

The red-haired man felt a chill in his heart, as his originally overwhelming domineering energy was actually blocked at this critical moment.

The next moment, Attila broke free from the dragon's shackles with the sound of bones cracking in his body, swinging his spear and hitting the red hair hard.

The red-haired body fluttered on the ground like a thrown stone for a few times before barely stopping. As soon as he stabilized his body, his face turned purple and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"winter!"

Attila was bathed in blood, one of his wings was broken but his momentum became stronger, standing like a demon in the middle of many injured strong men.

He twisted his head left and right, and there seemed to be gray-black flames burning in the holes in his eyes, swinging slightly as he turned his head.

For a moment, no one dared to look at him.

"Come!

!

"

He raised his head, looked up to the sky and yelled filial piety at the top of his lungs: "Let me see your capabilities!

! "

This voice was as if it was frightening into the soul, and everyone's heart could not help but be shaken.

But the next moment, Attila's body trembled violently.

Looking at this scene, Magiksheng shook his head.

"At the end of the battle, we finally reached our limit."

After not taking action for a long time, he looked at the bloody Attila and sighed, then opened a space door.

Mary had prepared for almost every situation before the war started. Mary had made countless ways to deal with the three powerful players Yin Mu, Lunalia and Attila. This has always been what Mary does best.

Just like the current situation, it is obvious that Attila has been pushed to the extreme.

Either tense up until death in battle, or collapse at the first touch, all in just a thought.

In the last period before the war, Mary finally found enough information to plan a strategy.

Saint Magik recalled the plan that Mary sent to him and knew roughly what should be done.

A figure walked out of the space door. There was no dangerous aura about this person. He was innocent and incompatible with this battlefield. Her aura was extremely weak and weak, making it feel like any soldier on the battlefield could easily kill her.

But she didn't have the slightest fear on such a battlefield. She glanced at Saint Magik, and then at Attila standing in the distance, and she walked towards Attila without fear.

She walked past the dragon, past the redhead, past Zefa... and slowly walked to Attila.

If no one passes by, the person they pass by will be stunned for a moment, and then watch the little girl yelling at the tall man who is several times taller than her to walk away.

Attila swung his spear towards her and stopped in front of her forehead.

The little girl wearing thin clothes looked at Attila without any fear, just looking at him with a kind of compassion and mercy that ordinary people could not understand.

"I am Venus."

The little girl said softly: "To you, I can also be called Livingston Vinicius Palace."

"..."

Attila looked at Venus motionless.

Venus fumbled in her arms for a moment and handed a copy of "BIBLE" to Attila.

"Are you tired? Do you want to read this book? Memory. My mother used to read this book to me."

"[Martyrdom, for all sentient beings.]"

"[Quiet, quiet.]"

"[Traveling for the sufferings in the world, praying for all living beings, and believing for the saints.]"

"I really like the story in it."

(This paragraph comes from Chapter 250.)

The sea roared, and the King of the Sea set off a huge tsunami that washed away the blood left on the red earth continent, and also strangled all the CP who were still struggling and the Celestial Dragons who had just escaped and ascended to heaven.

The sounds of surging waves and the collapse of the continental shelf alternated and roared, as if in the din of the approaching doomsday, Attila's body was frozen in this moment.

He got his answer.