Pirates: Green Bull Marshal

Vidal stood still, not even moving his black leather shoe from Sebastian's head.

But before Gailam took two steps, a thick long piece of wood with thick blood suddenly pierced through his chest, nailing him alive to the deck.

"Cough cough..."

Gayram looked down in disbelief. As a highly skilled shipwright, he could tell at a glance that this was a small section of the ship's keel, but the top was a little sharp.

"Did the shipwright die from the bones of the boat? It's ironic."

Feeling the strength in his body disappearing rapidly, he could only smile bitterly while vomiting blood. There was not much anger left.

It was Vidal's strength that made him helpless.

"It's called death, don't thank me."

Before Vidal could finish his words, several sharp keels shot out from the air again, nailing Gayram's body completely.

The fierceness of his attack completely contradicts the calmness on his face.

This time, it offended all the Ward Pirates, not because they were unresponsive, but because they were temporarily suppressed by Vidal's strength and Captain Wald's death.

But now Vidal is obviously going to kill everyone. Since he will die if he doesn't fight, who will be captured without mercy?

Is it useful?

Behind them, the various ship structures disintegrated in the air, under the power of Sensen Fruit, stretched one after another to form sharp spears.

The next moment, at the moment when they took shape, they cut through the night sky mercilessly and shot down like arrows raining down in pieces.

In an instant, all the navy witnessed this hellish scene.

They clearly saw the pirate's body being easily stabbed through pieces of wood, splattered with blood, and then screaming and falling into a pool of blood, struggling and then dying.

The powerful pirate who had fought against them just now was actually in front of them, no, in front of Colonel Vidal, and fell in pieces like fragile straw.

Hundreds of living beings were turned into rags in an instant, nailed to death on the deck of the warship, and some of them were still wailing mournfully.

The pirates of the Ward Pirates were eventually destroyed by their own pirate ships.

At this time, there was another person standing in front of Vidal.

Naqin, a purple-haired beauty with white legs and a pink cheongsam, was standing tremblingly among the guns.

The world she was in was blood-red, and familiar faces were nailed to the ground with their disembowells disemboweled. Their ferocious expressions were trying to force the courage out of their bodies every moment.

At this time, a black shadow shrouded over, and Naiqin, who was completely occupied by fear, only heard a somewhat gentle voice.

"You still have some use."

Immediately afterwards, two blood-stained wooden guns were pulled out from the corpse, and then shaped into handcuffs and anklets in mid-air.

With a bang, they quickly handcuffed Naqin's hands and feet, and the whole process was not obstructed.

Facing Vidal's condescending gaze, Naqin didn't dare to take any action at all. With that kind of oppressive momentum, she felt that it was already amazing that she could still stand.

At the same time, Binjack, who was tightly bound by a thick log, fell from the air with a face full of horror.

With him was a large closed wooden box.

"Put them both in the cell, move the box to my office, and clean the deck."

"The remains of the navy are collected in these coffins, and the remains of the pirates are directly thrown into the sea to feed the fish. After finishing, you just retreat one kilometer away and wait for support."

Vidal used his ability to make wooden coffins of suitable size for the victims, and calmly ordered: "Unless I order, no one is allowed to approach this island."

"While I'm away, Lieutenant Rogers will be solely responsible. When you feel something is wrong, evacuate immediately and leave me alone."

"Yes." Lieutenant Rogers understood what he meant, but he asked hesitantly: "Are you planning to go back and fight Bundiwold?"

"I don't know how you lured him away, but can't we just sail away now?"

Vidal glanced at him and said, "Even if we run a nautical mile ahead of time, it only takes a few minutes for Wald, who is a hundred times faster, to catch up."

"When the time comes to fight at sea, it will be more difficult for me to fight, and I don't have the confidence to fight and protect you at the same time."

After finishing speaking, the whole person turned into wood and climbed into the deck, and then used the branch connected to a certain big tree on the island to transport himself there.

The warship is connected to the main body, which is then connected to the big tree, which is then connected to other trees or plants. This is one of his previous series of preparations.

Of course, the network cable must be turned into a network to achieve the greatest effect.

As long as Bondiwold cannot destroy all the vegetation at the same time, Vidal will always have a way out.

What Rogers and the others didn't know was that the reason why he asked them to retreat one kilometer away was other than the reasons he just told them.

The bigger purpose is to make the line connecting the warship as long as possible, so that even if he really can't fight in the future, he can still return to the warship one kilometer away in a few seconds.

Then, escape

Of course he has to run away if he can't beat him. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just a pity that with his current ability, he can only stretch the line for about one kilometer.

It's still weak, Vidal sighed inwardly as he was transporting through the branches.

On the island, Bundivold, who didn't know that his lair had been taken away, was still showing off his power in the jungle. Due to the special characteristics of the wooden clone, he hadn't noticed anything amiss until now.

I just think that expressionless kid can really run. The special superman system is so difficult to deal with in the right environment.

As for Vidal's weakness, constantly hiding here and there, and only harassing these with all kinds of messy plants, isn't it normal?

This is the strength gap between the two sides. How strong can a small colonel from the headquarters be?

The luminous mushrooms emitting green light exploded the moment they were touched, and the green light turned into thick green liquid and splashed around.

As soon as it landed on Wald's body and the knife in his hand, there was a chi-chi corrosion sound, but the domineering aura attached to the surface easily offset their effects.

But even so, Wald still felt bad. This jungle was a little bit more troublesome than he imagined.

That's all for the trees, not only the weeds on the ground will suddenly stab the eyes, but these damn mushrooms will burst out with sulfuric acid-like venom.

There are also those half-covered flowers that emit colorful mist, which is nothing at first glance.

He could only swing the knife wind from time to time to push back the ominous fog again and again.

The big pirate with a bounty of million Baileys finally felt his own shortcomings. He lacked large-scale and powerful moves.

This shortcoming is actually fine if there are things like cannonballs around. If a hundred times the cannonball hits it, the jungle will definitely be gone.

But how could he have thought of this when he caught up?

At this moment, he actually envied Edward Newgate's shaking fruit and Shiji's fluttering fruit.

Just at this interval, Vidal came back, quietly put away the wooden avatar, and finally he could fight this guy with peace of mind.

He came back this time with the intention of defeating Bundivold. He believed that if he succeeded, his military rank would definitely have to be promoted, and he would go directly from the school level to the general level.

Otherwise, it would take a who knows how many years before he could be promoted to general. He didn't want to be like Smoker, still a colonel in his thirties.

The key is not that there is no chance of winning at all. Even if you can't win it in a short time, drag him for days and nights and wear him to death.

Who knows that this style of play is what he is best at...