Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

There was a stormy sea on the sea.

The ever-expanding giant tornado almost connects the sky and the sea. Accompanied by the ever-changing gusts and huge waves, the rapid expansion tore a huge crack in the violent sea.

Seen from a distance, the terrifying air flow stirred the dark clouds in the sky, forming a huge vortex that covered the sky and covered the sun, like a twisted black city wall gradually collapsing and pressing down, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

The terrible storm seemed to the members of the Roger Pirates to distort the space they were in.

"What is that!? The ability to control climate!? How is this possible!!"

"No, that's Logia's power! The ability to control the wind!!"

"Damn it, if a tornado like this hits us even a little bit, our ship will be swallowed up in an instant!"

"..."

The expressions of everyone in the Roger Pirates changed greatly. They never thought that someone in the Marines had such a terrifying Devil Fruit ability.

That rioting tornado shattered everything in its path and set off large surging waves, making people feel desperate.

"No, even Logia cannot change the environmental climate on such a large scale...at least not in such a short period of time!"

Navigator Spencer wiped the seawater off his face, his whole body was soaked by the pouring seawater, and he held on to the rope of the sail with one hand.

He stared closely at the seaspout sweeping towards the Oro Jackson at a speed of at least 30 knots, and gritted his teeth and said:

"It's just that large cumulonimbus clouds happened to form in this sea area. Driven by the tropical airflow, the power of his Devil Fruit was greatly increased!"

Pale thunder leaped between the dark clouds, and twisted electric light instantly occupied the sky, illuminating everyone's solemn faces.

"Hahahaha!! Roger, you absolutely can't run away now!!"

The roar of artillery shells continued to come from far behind, mixed with Garp's proud laughter.

The shells falling from time to time in the sky made the members of the Roger Pirates exhausted.

"Ahhhh!! It's over, it's over!! Now we are really going to die!! Captain Roger!!"

Buggy clutched his head in pain.

Shanks also turned pale, and his young hands holding the knife trembled slightly.

Ahead is an abyss-like storm, and behind is the strongest Marine, which is even more terrifying than the storm. Attacked from both sides, they have nowhere to escape.

This is an unprecedented desperate situation!

At this moment, everyone in the Roger Pirates group involuntarily turned their attention to their captain.

I don't know whether it was because of the coldness of the sea water or the inner uneasiness, but there was not much color on their faces.

But their eyes still didn't waver in the slightest.

The violent storm poured down, washing over the deck and everyone's bodies.

The thunder in the sky flickered, and Roger's shadow kept dancing.

The gunfire behind him and the storm in front of him were getting closer and closer.

Light and shadow intertwined, and it was as if the entire world in front of him began to collapse and become fragmented.

Roger stood there, motionless.

"Who said we were going to escape?"

A hearty smile gradually formed at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Rayleigh, who was leaning against the mast, laughed.

boom!

Roger stepped on the bow of Oral Jackson's boat and slowly stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the long knife at his waist.

He suddenly raised his head, his black hair spread out in large swaths of sea water, and his eyes were unruly and domineering.

He grinned:

"Since there is no other way..."

The future One Piece Gol·D·Roger stepped forward.

The strong wind rolled up the red captain's coat, and his figure jumped up like a bloody shadow.

On the sharp long knife, black and red lightning like a long snake sprang out crazily, like a boiling electric grid, suddenly blooming around his figure.

"——Then I can only defeat you all!!!!"

Roger's black hair rose to his crown, and he laughed wildly. His figure was like a rebellious lone wolf, dragging the long knife wrapped with black and red lightning, towards the vast tornado that stretched from sky to earth...

Plunged in! !

The world fell silent for a moment——

next moment,

laugh! !

The roaring sword energy is like a magnificent crescent moon, in the center of the eye of the tornado storm, directly cutting the hurricane, wrapped in an unstoppable terrifying momentum... soaring into the sky!

Rumble! !

The flying slash sank into the sky, as if detonating thunder among the clouds, and thousands of electric snakes twisted and scattered in an instant.

The thunderclouds roared, continuously stacked up and retreated outwards, and then were shattered to pieces by the impact of the sword energy explosion.

The storm suddenly dissipated.

All the chaotic and collapsed scenes before his eyes became clear in an instant.

As the rain spread all over the sky, Roger, wearing a blood-colored coat, held a knife in one hand, and his whole body erupted with majestic momentum like an abyss.

"Hahahahaha!! A tornado is nothing more than that..."

"Captain Roger beware!!"

"On top of you!!"

The moment the exclamation sounded, a hand wearing a black leather glove suddenly protruded from the strong wind, wrapped in a twisted and sharp hurricane, and grabbed Roger's forehead from above his head!

The timing of this attack is so subtle and treacherous, it just caught the gap period of Roger's shot, and it is almost inevitable!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Garp's brat."

Roger grinned.

Drago, who emerged from the gust of wind, froze.

"Compared to your father...you are still too young!!"

A scarlet light flashed in the depths of Roger's pupils, he didn't even look at it, and directly slashed out.

All the pores on Drago's body exploded at this moment.

No words can be used to describe the amazingness of this knife.

violent,

swift,

overbearing.

With an aura that even ghosts and gods have to retreat...

The knife light entwined with black and red lightning,

Cut out from the bottom up!

Under the fierce brilliance of this knife, the howling wind crashed and collapsed.

Drago's pupils shrank tightly, and a threatening chill poured into his heart, making him feel like falling into an ice cellar.

Block it! !

The jet-black Armament Haki quickly wrapped around his palm.

Bang! !

There seemed to be a crisp buzzing sound.

blocked!

Drago was overjoyed.

But the next moment his face collapsed immediately.

"Bastard! Sure enough, I can't stop it!!"

He snarled.

laugh! !

A spray of blood exploded on his chest.

"God avoids!!"

boom! !

Drago's figure seemed to be hit by a warship traveling at high speed, and shot out like a cannonball, blasting white circles of air waves on the flight path.

At this moment, large pieces of squirming metal flew out from the deck of the warship, forming steel plates, forming pieces of buffer zones.

After the figure of Drago crashed through several thick steel plates one after another, he sank heavily into the warship.

boom!

The warship shook suddenly, a huge crater was smashed on the deck, and broken pieces of wood flew up.

Darren walked up to Drago, who was embedded in the deck, grinning in pain, and stretched out his hand with a smile:

"I said you couldn't stop it, and now you owe me 100,000 Baileys."

"Okay, okay, owe it first."

Drago grabbed Darren's hand angrily, pulled out the hole in his body, and coughed a few times, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, I still have to let the old man deal with it..."

He looked down at the slash scar on his chest, and murmured.

Darren smiled, and his eyes fell on the Oro Jackson, which was not far away.

"However, your mission has been accomplished."

There was a sparkle in his eyes.

Then, amid the exclamation and unbelievable gazes of the Roger Pirates,

The sail of the Oro Jackson suddenly split in two from the center... slowly fell to the ground.

As the sails were torn and shaken off, a sharp dagger appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It hovered in mid-air, with wisps of cold light shining from the tip of the knife, and slightly "nodded" towards them.

Like a knight returning from a great victory, saluting gracefully.

Ridiculous to the extreme.

The members of the Roger Pirates turned pale.

"Now...you can't escape even if you want to."

A sneer full of hostility curled up on the corner of Darren's mouth.

Around his slightly raised index finger, blue arcs danced.

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Thank you so much for everything.