From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

What did he see?

The so-called righteous admiral was surrounded by an evil aura so strong that it was visible to the naked eye. The cold and obscure aura lingered around the admiral like an evil spirit.

At this moment, Diarmait did not look righteous at all.

Combined with the blood ball floating in front of him, this guy looks like an evil messenger of hell!

"This is it." Doflamingo said in surprise.

"Don't you know him?" Diarmait asked with a smile after glancing at Doflamingo.

"No, it's precisely because I know him and am familiar with him that I'm surprised..." Doflamingo said with emotion.

Before Diarmait could speak, Doflamingo said in a deep voice: "The legendary demon sword. Heart Ferry..."

Doflamingo looked up at Diarmait's eyes and found them clear, not at all controlled by the evil aura. He said with some understanding, "It seems that you have indeed conquered this sword."

"Oh? You know a lot." Diarmait said with a smile.

Most people in the entire East China Sea know about the sword Xin Du, so it is not a secret. It is not surprising that Doflamingo knows Xin Du.

But there are really not many people who know the secret of Xin Du's ability to control the mind of the person holding the knife.

Doflamingo looked very clear.

"After all, this is one of the swords my ancestors once possessed. ... The Don Quixote family also has a related secret. Anyone who is not mentally strong enough will surely die if he holds this sword." Doflamingo said softly.

"In other words, Don Quixote, Saint Claudius really exists?" Diarmait asked.

"Of course." Dido Flamingo said without hesitation, his tone very sure.

"As expected, your family background cannot be underestimated, hehe." Diarmait smiled.

He didn't continue to talk nonsense with Doflamingo, but instead looked at Craster in the distance, who was on high alert.

"If you don't have any other skills, then this farce should end here, Craster. I tell you clearly that with your strength, you are not worthy of becoming a Shichibukai." Diarmait said.

Before Craster could respond, Diarmuid pointed the tip of his demonic sword at Craster and whispered, "Heavenly Guidance of All Things..."

Craster, who was originally on guard, frowned, and the next second, a huge attraction suddenly burst out from the tip of Diarmait's knife.

Craster was startled and stomped his feet to stop himself.

But he couldn't resist the huge attraction at all, and was directly pulled and crashed into Diarmait's heart.

Doflamingo was also shocked. What the hell, others use knives to chop people, but you just force others to hit your knife?

Isn’t this a bit too shameless?

In just a moment, Craster was pierced by the Heart Ferry and hung on it. Diarmuid picked him up with a knife and lifted him into the air.

His chest was completely pierced by the heart, and blood was flowing non-stop, but looking at his expression, he did not seem to be in any pain.

"If you want to kill me with a knife, you are ten thousand years too early. I am immortal!!!" Craster laughed ferociously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and inserted it into the blood ball floating beside him, roaring: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, my ability is that the closer I am to the blood, the stronger my control will be!"

Next, the blood ball that was originally compressed by Diarmait exploded directly and instantly turned into a blood curtain, covering Diarmait and Craster.

"Immortal? Even Kaido is not as arrogant as you!" Diarmait chuckled and swung the Heart Ferry in his hand violently. The sharp blade cut through Craster's body and threw it to the ground.

Then, Craster's wounds healed quickly, and a large amount of blood in the blood curtain filled his body. After three or two breaths, he stood in front of Diarmait with an unharmed appearance.

"Even if you defeat me a hundred times, a thousand times, and use that extraordinary magic sword in your hand to cut off my neck and cut open my body, I will not die. As long as there is a drop of blood left, I will not die!" Craster laughed wildly.

"Then you can really be called immortal." Doflamingo said sarcastically.

"That's right! I must be the winner!" Craster laughed arrogantly.

"Ah... this..." Diarmait suddenly realized, "Isn't your current state exactly what Zephyr-sensei said about being the most unworthy? You got a powerful Devil Fruit ability, and from then on, you think you're invincible? Who do you think you are? Whitebeard?"

Back then, after Diarmuid obtained the Gravity Fruit, Teacher Zephyr warned him not to put all his strength on the fruit like Borsalino did.

Later, through many contacts, Diarmuid confirmed that it was Teacher Zefa's prejudice against Borsalino.

In fact, although Borsalino is indeed heavy on fruit, it is not seriously lame.

And this Craster in front of him seemed to really think that his Blood-Blood Fruit ability was invincible, or perhaps, since his debut, he had never met anyone who could restrain his ability, so he became very arrogant.

He is a person who truly places all his strength on the fruit.

If such a person does not meet someone who can restrain him, he will naturally be successful and extremely powerful.

But once he meets an opponent who can effectively curb his fruit ability, he will be completely defeated!

Similar to Enelu in the original story, before he met Luffy, the rubber man, he started calling himself a god. Isn’t that arrogant enough?

But after meeting Luffy, the ability he was proud of became ineffective, and he was beaten into a stinky little brother.

"I am the blood plague!!!" Craster roared and rushed towards Diarmait, with a blood knife condensed in his hand, wrapped in domineering power, and looked quite decent.

"I thought you might be hiding your abilities, but now it seems not. I have completely lost interest in you." Diarmait shook his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, Craster's bloody knife slashed Diarmuid's neck.

However, there was already a cloud-like aura of dominance attached to it, and Craster's sword could not even break Diarmuid's aura of dominance.

"You are so lucky to have a foothold in the New World. In the last moment before you lose your freedom, experience what it means to be an admiral of the navy!" Diarmuid grabbed Craster's neck and lifted him up.

"You can't kill me!" Craster was still rampant.

With a snap, blood splattered everywhere. Diarmait didn't waste any time talking to him and just crushed his neck with one hand.

However, there was still a wild smile in Craster's eyes, as if he was mocking Diarmait for not being able to kill him.

At this moment, a large amount of black and purple light emanated from the palm of Diarmait's hand that had strangled his neck.

And Craster's expression suddenly changed, and he became a little panicked.

". "Black Prison Seal!" Diarmait whispered.

The huge gravitational pressure came from all directions, and in an instant, Craster was crushed into a large amount of blood plasma and meat paste. However, under the influence of gravity, the blood plasma and meat paste were not squeezed out.

On the contrary, they instantly entangled and twisted together, and in just a moment, they turned into a bloody meat ball.

Then, the black and purple energy halo in Diarmait's palm slowly wrapped up the meat ball transformed by Craster.

The guy was screaming and struggling inside, but he couldn't get out.

Holding the black-purple sphere in one hand, Diarmait beckoned to Vergo, "Give me the box."

Without saying a word, Vergo took out a small box that was about the size of a devil fruit from the backpack hanging on his waist.

This box is actually made of seastone.

"I was originally planning to use this thing to capture people with natural abilities, but it's almost the same for you." Diarmait smiled.

Ignoring Craster who had turned into a meat ball but was still cursing, he threw him directly into the seastone box.

Vergo quickly buckled the box and put it back into the backpack hanging around his waist.

Diarmait also took the opportunity to unlock his ability and said with a smile: "See, I told you that he is not worthy of being one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, right? Doflamingo." Doflamingo was also (Li Li Zhao) stunned at this time.

All in all, Craster, whose strength was almost the same as his, or even slightly stronger than his, seemed like a complete joke in Diarmait's hands.

With a flip of his hand, he rolled the guy into a ball and put it in the box?

However, Doflamingo quickly recovered and forced a smile, saying, "You're right. It seems he's not worthy of being one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. After all, you're one of the strongest fighters in the World Government. Your strength is only getting stronger."

"Perhaps, but it's still not enough." Diarmait said with emotion as he recalled the power that Whitebeard had displayed at the time.

That's the real strongest in the world...

"My mission ends here, Doflamingo. You'd better take care of yourself. Don't provoke our navy. Otherwise, I still say that although I can't kill you at will, no one will stand up for you if we bully you." Diarmait patted Doflamingo's shoulder and said with a smile.

Doflamingo forced a smile and said, "I will definitely remember your kindness, Admiral. Actually, I don't intend to go against the Navy anymore. On the contrary, after hearing your reminder today, I hope to use my sincerity to impress the Navy and get them to accept me as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

After a brief pause, Doflamingo continued, "From today onwards, the navy will receive a 30% discount on all arms purchased from me."

"Thank you very much." Diarmait said with a smile.

Chapter 164: A Hot Spring Holiday Trip with Tina? (Five updates, plus extra updates with flowers)

In the harbor of Vikra Island, Diarmait was sitting on a stone pier, wearing casual clothes, holding a Den Den Mushi in his hand, smoking a cigar while chatting with the people on the Den Den Mushi side.

"That's right, his strength is too weak and he doesn't live up to his reputation at all. There's no need for me to take action myself. Just send a Kake to take him down." Diarmuid said to Den Den Mushi with a smile.

"Really? It seems that because that guy had a perfect record before, we overestimated him. But Kake will be angry when he hears you say that about him, hahaha." General Sengoku said on the other side of Den Den Mushi.

"I don't care whether he's angry or not. He can't beat me anyway. But after catching that Craster, I feel a little regretful. If I let this guy become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, it would actually be quite appropriate. At least he's a waste, and it will be easy to deal with him in the future." Diarmait said jokingly.

"Hehe, that's not the case. Maybe he doesn't live up to his reputation now, but he is very likely to grow up in the future. After all, his fruit ability is still very powerful, isn't it?" The Warring States general said with a laugh again.

"Well... that's true." Diarmait said after thinking about it.

Now Craster is a rookie, famous but weak, and he will kneel down if he meets a real master.

But if we don't deal with him now and give him some time, he might really grow into an outstanding pirate.

It’s better to lock him up in Impelton early and treat him as a fruit reserve.

This will prevent him from getting into any trouble in the future.

"Where are you now?" the Warring States general suddenly asked again.

"Vikra Island encountered a big storm and hail the day before yesterday, and both warships were severely damaged. I happened to pass by Vignola, where there is a rest area for our navy, so I repaired the ship directly there. It will take a week. It was too boring there, so I took a vacation for myself. Now I am in the port of Vikra Island. I just got off the ship and am ready to enjoy the beautiful scenery here." Diarmait exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Just give yourself a break?" the Warring States general asked in confusion.

"As an admiral of the navy, isn't it reasonable for me to take a vacation?" Diarmuid replied with a smile.

"Isn't it too leisurely?" complained the Warring States general.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t had a vacation in the past two or three years…” Diarmait said with a smile as he looked at the people coming and going in the port.

The Warring States general was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said, "That's right, then you should have a good rest."

"Well, is there anything going on at our headquarters?" Diarmuid first responded, then asked.

"It's nothing important. I originally wanted to urge you to come back to help me sort out the documents sent by the marshal, but... forget it, just take a good vacation." The Warring States general smiled and said.

"If you ask me, Admiral, you should give yourself a vacation. As far as I can remember, you haven't had a vacation in five years. If you keep working so hard, you'll die from overwork. That would be a huge loss for our navy." Diarmait teased with a smile.

"Are you cursing me, you little brat?" the Warring States general cursed.

But soon, he smiled again and said, "I'm used to it. I'm alone and don't know what to do during the holidays. I'd better make a good contribution to the navy."