Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"Damn..."

In the twisting and tearing storm, Holy Michael watched his body being penetrated by the four sharp cold lights again and again. Feeling the pain of thousands of swords piercing his body, the pupils of his eyes gradually became dilated. .

The pressure and restraint exerted by the hurricane were nothing, but the confining invisible force field erupted from within his body, making it almost impossible for him to lift a finger.

Coupled with his extremely serious injuries, he was completely unable to use his armed domineering force to fight.

However, all these physical pains are far less than the insult that Michael is bearing in his heart at this moment!

The most noble blood in the world flows in my body!

He is a great and sacred Celestial Dragon!

He is the god of this sea!

The most important thing is that unlike other compatriots who live in the Holy Land of Mariejoia, eating and waiting to die, I... am the leader of the Knights of God, the "strongest Celestial Dragon"!

I, Saint Jaygolucia Michael, am not a subject for you insects to study and experiment on!

Saint Michael's bloody lips trembled, as if he wanted to burst out into a crazy roar.

Those two damn guys actually treated him like a beast on the experimental bench, analyzing him seriously.

This is the "treatment" only given to those insect races that should have been exterminated!

For him, the "strongest Celestial Dragon", this is tantamount to the greatest insult!

However, at this moment, as the black-haired kid raised his hand to make a virtual grip, Saint Michael felt that the force that tightly restrained him seemed to be loosened.

"You damn guy...no matter what you do, you can't kill—"

Saint Michael screamed with his eyes splitting, but he was shocked to find that his body was falling rapidly and uncontrollably!

"This is……"

He widened his eyes and saw the nightmares of all Devil Fruit users, approaching him at extremely fast speeds!

The sea!

"Then let me see if you can resist the iron rules of the Devil Fruit!"

Darren sneered and said:

"Cursed power, the price of being strong is to be forever repelled by the sea."

After the words fell, he pressed down hard with his empty hand!

In the horrified eyes of Saint Michael, he fell faster and faster, and was finally swallowed up by the bottomless blue.

Thump thump thump…

The moment the coldness enveloped his whole body, Michael's pupils shrank violently, and his body instantly became weak and weak. His hands and feet naturally drooped and kept sinking.

A large number of bubbles poured out of his mouth and nose, and an unprecedented fear and despair, like this dark sea, gradually swallowed up everything about him.

Am I going to... die?

It's so ridiculous...

I never thought that I, Saint Jaygolucia Michael, would be drowned one day.

In a daze, pictures flashed through Saint Michael's unfocused pupils like a revolving lantern.

A genius boy from the Jaygolusia clan,

Growing up with countless adoration and admiration eyes,

The king of the world’s noble hunting competitions time and time again,

Participate in the selection of the Knights of God,

Overcoming obstacles along the way, he led the government's troops to arrest and massacre the Bakanians.

Under the eyes of countless compatriots, he was promoted to the head of the Knights of God.

Became the "strongest" Tianlong...

In one picture, the young man with silver-white hair holds a Western sword in his hand, ruthlessly cutting off the heads of insects, staining the ground with blood.

In the end, all the images focused on a unruly face with short black hair.

He saw the insect declaring war on the government in front of the whole world.

"Damn it, Rogers Darren"

"You have no idea how terrifying what you are about to face is..."

The Draco murmured softly.

The silver-white hair all converged and faded, and the black smoke clouds were extinguished one after another.

The pupils of both eyes completely lost focus.

…

ten minutes later.

Next to the huge crack where the island breaks apart.

Dolag and Darren squatted on the shore covered with injuries. Each held a lit cigar and smoked it continuously.

The raging waves roared in the cracks of the island, making loud noises.

The steaming water vapor makes the surrounding wind smell salty and cold to the bone.

"His breath was gone."

Dolag suddenly seemed to have noticed something. He stood up suddenly, stared at the sea, and couldn't help laughing:

"He's dead! Darren, your method worked!"

"Sure enough, even a monster as powerful as this guy can't resist the curse of the Devil Fruit!"

An electric arc flashed across Darren's fingertips, and soon a large number of bubbles appeared on the sea surface.

Wow!

St. Michael's body suddenly surfaced from the sea. The sea surface surged, and the Celestial Dragon's riddled body turned pale from the cold sea water.

"Don't be too happy too soon."

Darren slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. There was no trace of excitement or joy in killing the leader of the Knights of God on his face. Instead, he had a solemn look on his face.

Under Dorag's doubtful gaze, he shook his head and frowned:

"Despite such injuries and overstretched life, Saint Michael actually managed to hold on for a full ten minutes."

"What does this mean? I don't need to explain more, right?"

Drag was stunned when he heard this, and then he seemed to understand something, his expression froze and he fell silent.

10 minutes of breath holding is not easy for beings of their strength.

But this is the standard for non-devil fruit users.

For devil fruit users, the sea will make them completely lose their strength and shut down their life functions in a very short time.

So generally speaking, the performance of devil fruit users in the sea is not even as good as that of ordinary people.

But Michael Saint, this guy, held on for 10 minutes!

You know, their next opponent is the Five Elders.

With the character of those five immortals, if a war breaks out, they will never face just the Five Elders, but a huge army.

This also means that it is almost impossible for Michael Saint to be "left alone" and killed and no one to rescue him today.

It is almost a fantasy to want to drown those five immortals by driving them into the sea.

Ten minutes is enough time for the World Government's army to salvage and rescue them countless times.

"So... is there really no way?"

Dorag sat on the ground, a little confused.

Darren turned his head and looked at Dorag's slightly vicissitudes of life, but he was actually only in his early twenties. He pondered for a moment, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, smiled and said:

"At least we found a breakthrough."

"Although it is only a guess, the Five Elders should also be afraid of the sea, and high-purity seastone may also be able to limit them."

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