Pirate: I can loot life

The war became fanatical.

There are a total of 47 pirate ships inside and outside the bay. Most of them have entered the bay, and less than half are still outside.

However, many pirate ships were destroyed by gunfire, and the Navy seemed to intend to focus fire on its pirate groups instead of the Moby Dick.

Deliberately avoiding Whitebeard.

And all of this seems to strongly prove the accuracy of Scuyard's description.

As the war progressed and reached its peak in the first half, Skuard's sudden move undoubtedly cast a shadow over the Whitebeard Pirates.

Although Whitebeard used his determination and strength to prove his innocence, the damage had been done and he was unable to return.

Scuyard knelt down and cried. His behavior was corrected by Whitebeard before it had a huge impact. However, Sengoku had already succeeded.

Most of his plans are focused on weakening Whitebeard. As for the other pirate groups and the fourteen division captains, as long as Whitebeard dies, the rest will not be affected.

"Dad, let's take a shot first."

Marco flew behind Whitebeard and drew out a potion filled with bright green light. There were many more such potions in his pocket.

"Marco, leave this to your brothers and sisters. Don't waste it on me. You also know my physical condition."

Whitebeard did not accept it, but pushed the potion back.

"No, Dad, I have made a lot of such potions, and everyone else has divided them up before setting off. These are all prepared for you. At least don't let your injuries affect your combat effectiveness."

"Ace still needs you!"

The last words made Whitebeard give up his worries.

"Marco, thank you for your hard work."

Whitebeard knew that all this consumed was Marco's own vitality. Ever since the Oden incident, Marco had been practicing hard on how to separate part of his vitality.

For him, losing his vitality is only a loss of some physical strength, but it can be a life-saving thing for his seriously injured companions.

Some irreparable injuries can bring them back from the brink of death as long as they have enough vitality.

After Whitebeard was injected with the life potion, the stab wound on his abdomen slowly healed within 30 seconds. For his severely declining body, even a small injury may affect the performance of his strength.

"With the addition of the pacifists to the King's Shichibukai, the pressure is a bit heavy."

Whitebeard looked at the whole melee. There were only five people in the Qibuhai under the king, but no one under his command could restrain the opponent.

In addition, the pacifists drove all the pirates outside the bay into the bay and completely sealed the entrance to the bay.

Whitebeard was feeling uneasy. His body couldn't produce much of the physical skills of his youth, so he could only use his fruit abilities to attack, but his ability to see and hear was still enough.

From his perspective, he sensed a hidden power that was hiding somewhere deep in the naval headquarters.

"The current strength seems to be enough to deal with Whitebeard."

Warring States felt that he had overestimated Whitebeard's body. To be precise, it was the other person's body.

"It seems that those three artificial weapons don't need to play anymore."

There is a phone bug in Porusalino's pocket. As long as he gives the order, the three artificial weapons he brought will appear immediately.

In order to make these three weapons, the World Government spent a huge price to obtain the blood of that man 20 years ago.

As a result, the blood killed any scientist who was contaminated with it, and the experiment came to a standstill for a while.

Even Vegapunk took a full ten years to overcome the toxicity in his blood, and based on the image data provided by the World Government, he was able to recreate Seraph, who was close to his own strength.

It is no exaggeration to say that 100 pacifists may not be the opponent of one [False God Seraph].

These three seraphs perfectly possess the powers of their masters during life, including the complex toxins in the blood.

"Zhan Taomaru, seal off the retreat, narrow the encirclement, and gradually clear it out."

Porusalino said to Zhan Momomaru over there.

This was the thinking of the Warring States Period. Before the high-level combat forces were dispatched, the opponent had already suffered heavy casualties.

Although the situation here is not much different.

But if the time is extended like this, the first one to be overwhelmed will definitely be the Whitebeard Pirates.

"The sword of the Warring States Period is still young, and we have been set against each other."

Whitebeard stood up, with the big knife in his hand, and the shock wave swept away all the generals and officers who rushed up.

One crop was withdrawn, and another crop followed.

With a crowd of one hundred thousand and elite forces concentrated, they were very exhausted from dealing with it.

"The Whitebeard Pirates seem to be unable to hold on any longer."

Hawkeye didn't end up. He wanted to swing a knife at Whitebeard, but given the situation, he was afraid of missing something important.

Doflamingo didn't say anything. He listened carefully, and among the chaotic sounds, there was faint and leisurely music.

The master's hand in pulling the strings was very steady, and the notes were like flowing water, slowly penetrating into the bloody battlefield. The sound without any sense of disharmony seemed to be telling the world about this war full of blood and fire, and also seemed to be about to end the war. Long-ago battles are conveyed through music.

"Dad, did you hear that?"

Marco's ears twitched, a little confused.

Could it be an ability user from the Navy?

Why is there such clear music on the battlefield? The sound ranges from small to loud, and the penetrating power ranges from weak to extremely strong.

And the music sounds...so familiar!

"Who's playing the music?"

Warring States roared, can this thing be put away casually?

He couldn't be more familiar.

"Where did the music come from? It couldn't be from Whitebeard's side!"

"It's not like, who has the time to listen to music while fighting? This is not a concert."

"Where did that come from, and it sounds so familiar."

For a moment, music was played from the loudspeakers in the bay.

"The Ballad of Buster"

Whitebeard murmured.

Marco, who was nearby, vaguely heard the name of the song, and his eyes widened.

"Wait, Dad, isn't that...?"

Marco hesitated to speak.

The man came across the sea

Bring the fire!

Bring on the war!

Bring death!

It tells a story, a legendary story.

It is also a curse song.

Men bring fire, war and death to the world, and ultimately bring themselves inevitable misfortune.

The legend fell on the Island of Gods.

Whitebeard's face was covered with a haze, he raised his knife and slashed into the void, and the shock wave went straight to the execution platform.

"Are you crazy?"

Warring States saw Whitebeard's angry blow coming straight towards him. His body grew in size, bursting through his white suit, and his giant hand emitting golden light also sent out a shock wave.

"Warring States, you want to use this method to curse me? You are really out of your mind!"

Whitebeard's anger was not over yet, he could be seen tearing apart the atmosphere with his fist, plowing through the earth with a furious blow, heading straight towards the Warring States Period.

Warring States raised his hand and there was another shock wave.

The two shock waves converged, and hundreds of densely packed tiny cracks suddenly appeared in the surrounding space. Colorful halos of light erupted from the cracks. The faces of the sailors and pirates near the halo became extremely old for a while, and then looked back again. to infancy and early childhood, switching back and forth between different age groups.

"What's going on?" Warring States frowned. This was definitely not caused by Whitebeard's attack, nor was it caused by him.

"Dad, do you feel it?"

Marco was so frightened that he backed away, and Whitebeard was also shocked in place for a moment.

Hundreds of small cracks, the shortest of which is more than ten meters long, are scattered all over the battlefield, and there are countless breaths and sounds inside!

The music is getting louder and more exciting.

The tones and falling tones became more urgent and tense, as if there was something hidden that was about to emerge from a place no one expected.

"Rabu, that ice is a bit unsightly. It blocks my way."

A familiar voice sounded.

"Who's talking?"

"Did you all hear it just now?"

"Over there, the sound is coming from the speaker!"

Then, there was a bang.

A whale crashed straight through the ice and rushed into the bay.

The huge body broke through the ice wall, created huge waves, and pushed the Moby Dick to the shore.

"Someone broke in!"

The marines shouted again and again.

The pirates were also scrambling to avoid it. The waves were rolling towards the shore, and it was easy to get caught in it if you weren't paying attention.

"Who is it! The navy's back-up man?"

Marco was about to take off for reconnaissance, but was held down by Whitebeard.

Because he saw that Seng Guo's face was also full of surprise and confusion.

"Long wait, everyone!"

A human figure sits cross-legged on a huge whale head.

He was holding a small half bottle of wine in his left hand, and his right hand was on the double sword hanging on his right waist.

Two knives.

One is pitch black and the other is snow white.

The jet-black one is one of the two black swords that have appeared in recent decades. It is as famous as Ye and is called Shura.

The snow-white one. It’s impossible for anyone who is a knife player here not to know the name of that knife.

It once followed its owner and left deep scratches in this world.

"His Majesty Shichibukai, [Jester] Jester?"

Dasqi took the telescope handed by Smoker and looked at the long knife hanging from the man's waist.

She was not surprised by Shura, but the other...

"What's wrong, Dusky?"

Smoker saw Dasqi's lips trembling. What on earth did he see that could frighten Dasqi like this?

"The other sword is the Tianyue Xuelin! The most powerful sword in the famous sword catalog in the past 30 years! It has a snow-white scabbard, a snow-white blade, and only the handle has several red patterns. I won’t remember wrongly, that knife is definitely Tianyue Xuelin!”

"Tianyue?" Smoker chewed on this surname and suddenly realized something, "Wait a minute, isn't the current person at the helm of the Mercenary Alliance exactly the same surname?"

"Colonel Smoker, don't you know?" Dasqi asked in disbelief, "Tianyue Xuelin was once the saber of the bounty king Leon Anken! Now, it should be in the hands of Mrs. Shi. right!"

Dasqi was not the only one to see this.

Many enemies or old friends who had fought against Leon recognized one of the sabers hanging from Leon Jester's waist as the former saber of the Bounty King.

The Bounty King was well-known in the sea when he first debuted. He once single-handedly wiped out eight thousand pirates and captured the then-famous Beast Kaido alive several times.

At that time, he was still a swordsman, and he used this Tianyue Xuelin.

There are rumors that this is his wife's family treasure.

It was not until later, when Li Ang Anken started to use the two-sword style, that he added a Shura.

"Why do you have the sword of the master of the Mercenary Alliance? Is that really [Xuelin]?"

Someone couldn't help asking.

"Ha ha."

Li Ang took a big sip of wine, and part of the wine leaked from the corner of his mouth and dripped on his white shirt.

The man opened his clothes, revealing his muscular muscles.

With just a slight kick from his slender legs, the person disappeared from the whale's head and came to the shore.

"So fast!"

"It's almost like a ghost!"

"Since he is the King of the Seven Martial Arts, he cannot be our enemy!"

The pirates felt deeply uneasy.

They didn't know that the same was true for Sengoku, who was also in the navy.

"The Ballad of Buster", the belated arrival of Leon Jester, the sudden appearance of the legendary saber at his waist...and the frightening hundreds of colorful cracks.

I don't know when it started, but the war situation was out of his control.

This is not good!

And where is Lieutenant General Charles?

Since he didn't appear here, would it be...

"Long time no see, Whitebeard Pirates, and...Sengoku!"

Li Ang's eyes were very familiar to Warring States.

But he was convinced that he had never known the other person before.

"Dad, do you know him?"

Marco asked.

Whitebeard shook his head, "Never seen it before."

"Leon!!!"

The empress didn't care about anything else, she rushed over with a quick stride, pointing with her two green-white index fingers.

"You did a good job." Li Ang could read Hancock's heart.

"Ok!"

Hancock nodded.

"Hancock, come back quickly, that guy...and the situation here, something is obviously wrong!"

Guluoliosa looked anxious. Both sides stopped because of the man's appearance. The situation began to become unclear. At this time, it was wise to protect yourself!

"I think you should worry about yourself first."

The black shadow passed by, and Croriossa froze in place as if she had been hit hard.

The black shadow left just as quickly as it came. In the eyes of others, Lacino just happened to run past Groliosa to support the battlefield.

However, from an angle that no one could see, Groliosa lowered her head and saw a steel blade suddenly appeared on her chest, with blood flowing down the blade.

"Hai...Navy!?"

Groliosa was unconscious and stretched out a trembling finger in the direction where Lacino left.

However, there were too many people. Lacino ran into the crowd and was soon unrecognizable.

In the melee, no one noticed that Lacino's legs had long since returned to their original shape, and no one noticed that she was a little old woman.

His attention was attracted to Li Ang and the disturbing space-time cracks around him.

Guluoliosa just fell in a pool of blood. The last thing she saw in her eyes was the man's eyes looking over here, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Yes... it's him!"

"But...but..."

Guluoliosa's doubtful eyes were quickly covered with a layer of deathly ashes.

The old man of the Four Dynasties, who had steered the Nine Snake Island safely and weathered countless storms, died in an unknown manner.

……

"I heard that Li Ang's Shura was stolen in the early years. I didn't expect that not only Shura was lost that year, but also this snow lin?"

Whitebeard's eyes were sharp and his voice was neither slow nor urgent.

Li Ang smiled when he heard this.

"Shura was never stolen, and neither was Xue Lin. They just returned to their master's arms!"

Whitebeard's expression changed, and his anger became even more unbearable.

"Could it be that..." Warring States remembered something.

No, not possible!

Absolutely impossible!

"What did you do to Tianyueshi?" Whitebeard strode forward, holding the big knife behind his back, taking the opportunity to accumulate strength.

When he came to the front, the broadsword drew an arc and struck Li Ang head-on.

"The strongest man in the world is angry!"

"As expected, Leon Jester still stands with the King's Shichibukai!"

"He won't be killed by a knife. I haven't seen anyone who can withstand Whitebeard's attack!"

Everyone present forgot each other's position for a moment, swallowing their saliva for fear of missing something.

Everyone in front of the big screen in Shampoo Island held their breath.

Facing Whitebeard's powerful and heavy blow, the blade also covered the shock wave.

Li Ang didn't panic at all.

He calmly pulled out Xuelin.

An overbearing look that commands the whole world to obey rises into the sky.

All the dark red overlord color poured onto the blade. The patterns on the surface of the Xuelin blade were a deeper dark red, like blood snakes swimming and circling.

"It seems you are still ready to use the knife, Dad!"