The bloody sword hero of the pirate king

"Hey, hey hey hey..."

Frankie entered the door and looked at the castle, where the ground was covered with countless mutilated flesh, with traces of blood pouring into his eyes.

"What the hell is going on, why everyone..."

Kiwemoz and the two followed Franky into the gate, and were immediately speechless by the hellish scene in front of them.

"Wow wow..."

In the shadows of the castle, there was a sound of water flowing.

The three of Franky looked up, and saw a figure in a suit sitting on his exclusive sofa, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand, and slowly pouring it into a goblet on the coffee table.

That bottle of red wine is also his treasure.

Gurant put down the red wine, raised the glass, swayed it gently, and made a toast to Franky from a distance.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the fragrance of the red wine, lightly touched the wine glass with his lips, and swallowed a sip of the red wine with his head raised.

The red wine rolled in the mouth, fully experiencing the senses, and after a while, swallowed it all, and a delicate fragrance lingered in it.

Gurante opened his eyes, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He looked at Franky at the door, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"The red wine is good."

Frankie closed his eyes in silence, lowered his head slowly, stepped on the flesh and blood of his younger brothers with his bare feet, step by step, and slowly walked towards Gurante.

"asshole……"

Franky's fists clenched tighter and his steps quickened until it became a sprint.

"The guy who killed my lovely little brothers..."

While running, he took off the fake skin glove on his right hand, revealing the steel fist inside. When he was five meters away from Gurante, he leaped high from the ground, like a trapeze man, with endless anger and killing intent, and punched fall.

"It's you!!!"

Gurant stood up slowly with a smile on his face, and spread the palm of his right hand, facing the punch with endless anger.

"boom!"

Franky punched Gurante in front of him. The powerful force caused the surrounding airflow to vibrate in a small area, and the tumbling airflow made the corner of Gurante's clothes dance wildly.

But that's about it.

"how is this possible!"

Franky raised his head in surprise, looking at the man in front of him who blocked his strongest blow with one hand, his eyes were full of disbelief.

He is a reformed person. Since his resurrection, no one has been able to receive his fist as if nothing had happened.

"who are you!?"

Frankie immediately realized that the matter was not simple. A person with such a powerful force would not come here to slaughter a group of punks in his spare time.

"Ok?"

Franky's complexion changed, he just wanted to pump his fist and retreat, but found that he couldn't break free from the opponent's palm.

"Carter Frame."

Gurant opened his lips lightly, and said a name that made him stop moving.

"I haven't used this name for a long time."

The anger in Frankie's eyes seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, and his eyes became extremely firm, as if he had some kind of awareness.

"It seems that you already understand why they died."

Gurant loosened his palm, let go of Franky's fist, turned his palm over, and stretched out his hand towards Franky.

"Hand it over, you won't be able to protect it."

Frankie immediately took a few steps back, looked at Gurante, and said with some doubts in his eyes.

"You seem pretty sure that thing is on me, why?"

Gurant raised the corner of his mouth, chuckled a few times, bent over to pick up the wine glass, and swayed it gently.

"How do you think I know?"

Looking at Gurante's confident smile, Franky's firm expression suddenly changed, he took a step forward, raised his iron fist, and roared.

"You bastard, could it be an iceberg!!!"

"boom!"

Before Franky's fist touched him, Franky's figure shot backwards with a loud noise.

"Big brother!"

The two Kiwemoz sisters rushed forward immediately, trying to catch Franky.

"Boom!"

Franky's body flying upside down was like a cannonball hitting the chests of the two of them. With the sound of ribs breaking, the chests of the two people bent into a U shape strangely. ground.

"Keewi!"

"Motz!"

After a burst of severe pain, Frankie immediately opened his eyes, stood up and looked at the two people under him, his eyes popped.

I saw the two lying on the ground with their eyes closed, coughing blood out of their mouths, warm blood flowing out of their bodies.

"Brother, brother, what am I, I can't get up..."

The two opened their eyes with trembling eyelids, and opened their mouths with difficulty.

"It hurts, big brother..."

While speaking, blood was still coughing up from their mouths. With just one glance, Frankie knew that their ribs and vertebrae were broken.

Even the broken ribs pierced the lungs and heart.

"It's so cold, brother..."

The two sisters flicked their fingers, trying to raise their arms to touch Franky, but they just lifted them up, but they fell down weakly.

"younger sister……"

Frankie spread his arms and gently embraced the two of them, tears gushing from his eyes.

"Hand over the design drawings of [Pluto]." Gurant stood behind him and said coldly.

Frankie gently put down the two who were already silent, got up quietly, stepped towards Gurante, and stopped ten centimeters away from the two of them.

Both of them are more than two meters tall, facing each other at this time, eye to eye, in absolute opposites.

"You're dreaming, aren't you?"

Franky's face was calm, with transparent anger burning in his eyes, and his voice was indifferent.

"The meaning of [Pluto]'s existence is to deal with demons like you."

"How could I, hand over hope to the hands of the devil!"

Gurant lowered his eyes, and as Frankie opened and closed his lips, an inexplicable momentum gradually rose, and the air around him was automatic without wind.

"Crash..."

The tables, chairs, curtains, broken door panels, and Bailey placed on the table inside the castle were all swirling with the violent air currents, and they were rolled up like a tornado.

Frankie remained motionless, still looking firmly at Gurante.

"Hand over the design drawings, live."

Gurant's eyes were red and ready to move, and the killing intent in his heart became stronger.

"If you don't pay, not only you, but everything behind you will sink into the abyss called death."

Franky's face finally changed, and he recognized the meaning of Gurante's words.

If he doesn't hand over the design drawings of [Pluto], he will use the entire capital of seven waters to bury him.

"You lunatic!"

There was a slight tremor in Franky's voice, and his fists were clenched.

"It's not a lunatic, it's a demon." Gurant corrected.

"Think about it, a weapon design blueprint, hundreds of thousands of deaths."

"A beautiful city that has been famous for decades, and a legendary country that has stood in the world for hundreds of years."

"Which side do you choose?"

Frankie was trembling all over, and Grunt's voice was like a demon, trying to lead him into the coldest, most painful, and most helpless dark abyss.

The cruel choice made Franky's thoughts constantly revolve around the two choices.

He will die if he chooses the weapon design blueprint, not only that, tens of thousands of people will die, including the iceberg.

Choose to hand over the design drawings, he can live, the iceberg and hundreds of thousands of people can live, and the city will not be destroyed.

Franky didn't want to die, and he didn't want this city full of master's hard work to be destroyed.

Gurant's aura is getting stronger and stronger, the temperature here is getting lower and lower, and the anger in his heart is getting smaller and smaller until it goes out.

Since his birth, Franky had never felt this kind of momentum, this kind of oppression.

"Damn it, it's too strong to be human!"

Unexpectedly, there are such ridiculous monsters in the world.

If I knew it earlier, I ran away directly. I was really dizzy.

"hateful!"

Who told me that I have always been self-righteous, and I have never encountered any strong enemies.

That's why I mistakenly thought that I was strong, so I rushed forward. I was too pretentious.

Like a brat who thinks he can do anything.

"Yeah, I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot, I'm so self-absorbed!"

The anger in Frankie's heart turned into fear of monsters.

The hope of the world, the responsibility of hundreds of thousands of lives and deaths.

Either way, it's not something a person like him can afford.

Everything in the past flows quickly and chaotically, and under the threat of death, it explodes in all directions in an instant.

"Mr. Tom!"

A figure radiating light appeared in his mind, recalling pressing the pause button.

Immediately afterwards, the frozen Mr. Tom "clicked" and turned into countless fragments, floating in the darkness.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tom."

Frankie made a decision in his mind, and opened his abdomen like a safe, revealing the three cans of Coke inside.

"You have to promise that if I hand this to you, you will never make a move on this city."

Frankie seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and spoke hoarsely to Gurante.

"I promise."

Gurant replied seriously, stretching out his right hand again, palm facing upwards.

Frankie took out the design blueprint of [Pluto] from his abdomen and placed it gently in his palm.

"Finally, it's here."

Grunt held up the design drawings of [Pluto] and flipped through them in front of Franky.

The design drawings of [Pluto] did not use ancient characters. After all, shipbuilders are not archaeologists.

However, it is not enough to just have the design blueprint of [Pluto] to create [Pluto].

What Grunt also needs is the awakening method of [Pluto].

"Nicole Robin."

Gurant murmured, ignoring Franky with a painful face, crossing his body and stepping out of the gate.

Stepping on the ground covered with dirty flesh and blood, stepped out of the gate, and after walking ten meters, gently pulled out the spring water.

"Shh!"

A flash of white light flashed, Gulante closed his eyes and chuckled, and stepped forward again, walking towards the capital of seven waters one step at a time with red footprints.

"Boom!"

From the far left to the far right where Gurant swung the knife just now, a black line visible to the naked eye gradually appeared and expanded, eventually forming a bottomless abyss.

A corner of this desolate land was cut off by Gurante.

"Mr Tom..."

In the castle, Frankie knelt on his knees, tears streaming down his face.

"sorry."

With a "bang" sound like an earthquake, the Franky House slowly sank into the deep sea along with the stripped land.

In the west area of ​​the capital of seven waters, a tall figure walked out of a dark alley and stood on the street with people coming and going. The bright sun shone on him, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Is there an earthquake?"

"may be."

People passing by stopped in their tracks, feeling the short-term shock, and it slowly dissipated after a while.

The central area of ​​the capital of seven waters.

Carrera's corporate headquarters and the mayor's office building.

In the mayor's office, Bingshan in a crimson striped suit was quietly reviewing some important documents.

"Franky!"

Suddenly, Bingshan raised his head suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

"What's the matter? Mr. Bingshan."

Kalifa, who was standing aside, leaned over and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that suddenly, it seems that something important has been lost."

Bingshan wiped away his tears, smiled embarrassedly, and then continued to review the documents with his head bowed.