One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

Thank you book friend~Momomo~, no, thank the head~Momomo~ for the 50,000 reward! ! ! The first head of this book was born! applaud! !

Then, I seem to owe five more...

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"Cut, it's black technology again." Flying into the air, Loya carefully observed these so-called sonic bombs, pouting with disdain and weakness.

Things on the ground, he is not ready to continue to delve into.

A manly man, crying like something. He is the most unbearable person to be separated from life and death, especially when many people are together.

When his grandmother died, he would rather hide in the dark attic all day and night than go downstairs to see her for the last time.

When he was on the wake at night, he came downstairs alone, chewed on a steamed bun, and talked to his grandmother while eating breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Save others by yourself, since the death of the old ghost is already fixed, let them be quiet for a while.

Now, he has to help the guys below dispose of these strange bombs to prevent them from getting hurt.

Funny, right?

The opponent who had been fighting to the death just now suddenly protected the opponent.

There are hundreds of these bombs, and they are chained. From Loya's position, it looks like a huge fishing net covering the island of Crisvia.

A sonic bomb, as the name suggests, is a bomb that destroys by releasing sound waves of a specific frequency.

Even if this thing is the Earth before Loya crossed, no country dares to say that its research has been successful.

It can only be said that it has a superficial use.

However, it is such a high-tech weapon that he was actually brought out by One Piece World, a world full of sailboats and waves.

Simply unscientific!

Uh... As for why you say it again, aren't pacifists considered black technology?

Isn't the Sonny a piece of technology?

Coke Power! ! !

In addition to this, there are a lot of strange things that appear in fans,

Loya was too lazy to continue complaining.

Anyway, you are the author, and you are happy.

(here @Oda Eiichiro)

Cough, get down to business.

The sonic bomb in front of you is undoubtedly a black technology. The only question is how destructive it is.

Looking at these sonic bombs painted with extravagant gold paint, Loya fell into... contemplation.

"Chrisvia, the famous Emerald Street, should be very rich, right?"

......

Just when Loya was thinking about whether to lead the sheep again, the Emerald Street Gold Casino, the only place where you can see the prosperity of the past, is a secret room hidden deep in the ground.

Ruth was a little mad at the image projected by the phone bug.

Hello! Below your enemies are still alive! Won't you go down and destroy them? What are you doing in the sky?

No matter what kind of bomb it is, it has the best place to explode. Only by reaching the best position can not only cause the most damage, but also when the bomb explodes with the greatest power.

This is crucial for sonic weapons.

It is written in the junior high school physics textbook that ultrasonic and infrasound waves are harmful to the human body. But the former has a short range, and nothing happens when the distance is widened. It is not as useful as a bullet. The latter words are not easy to control, and where they spread after they are released cannot be said to be entirely up to God's will, but it goes against the original intention of creating them.

To sum up, it is clear that the best explosion position for these sonic bombs is definitely not 100 meters high.

Otherwise Ruth wouldn't be so crazy.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, Loya is not ready to go on. If it is not detonated now, I am afraid that there will be no chance to detonate it later.

Thinking of this, Ruth's heart sank, and he pressed the detonation button.

"Damn! Since you want to protect them, then you should die!"

......

Returning to Loya's position, just as Ruth pressed the detonation button, Loya's magic was ready.

I saw that Roja touched one of the sonic bombs with his right hand that turned into a dragon claw, and the magic power that was ready to go out in his palm immediately spewed out.

"Ice Dragon's Embrace!"

The ghost knows whether this thing will explode after it is broken. To be safe, Loya chose to freeze them and throw them away to be safe.

Generally speaking, this skill requires both hands to grasp the target at the same time, and the power of the ice dragon is injected into the opponent's body to achieve the purpose of freezing.

But that's standard usage, just like formulas in books.

And magic, there is never a standard. Even the dragon slaying magic with a fixed form of expression still has countless possibilities, which exist outside the skill list.

Just like... Cooling the meat on the verge of overcooking with the strong freezing effect of the Iron Fist.

Although the sudden cooling, from extreme heat to freezing point, will greatly damage the muscle fibers and affect the taste, but it is also much better than completely boiled and lose the chewiness.

Since the Ice Dragon's Iron Fist can do such a thing, it is no problem for Loya to freeze the bomb with the Ice Dragon's embrace at this moment.

Crack clap!

Intense cold air poured out from Loya's palm, but none of the cold air was revealed, all concentrated in the interior of the golden sphere.

The sound of freezing was endless, and the golden sonic bomb was frozen almost instantly and turned into a big ice ball. Then, the white ice cubes seemed to have life, and they quickly climbed up another bomb along the chain.

Soon, a large bomb in front of Loya was frozen.

Build this momentum, and you can freeze all the bombs in just two seconds.

but!

boom!

The sudden explosion interrupted the freezing of the ice, and visible air waves appeared in the air, surging towards the surroundings.

But before these air waves, sound waves that exceeded the limit of human recognition had already arrived in front of Loya.

"Didn't see the domineering and the body of the dragon do the warning?" Luo Ya's face was ugly, and he flew backwards decisively.

Ruth, like Jones, is a hunter who pays attention to details. He will naturally take into account the problem of the enemy's early warning, and he began to study how to make the traps avoid the enemy's domineering early warning.

This effect is very significant.

However, the speed of sound wave diffusion is far from being comparable to the speed of starting a flight. Almost at the moment when he started, sound waves of various frequencies had penetrated his body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Nausea, gas tight, brains are shaking, internal organs are tumbling.

At this moment, Loya's hard dragon scales and sturdy muscles were like nothing, failing to play a defensive role in the slightest.

But Loya is not an ordinary person after all. He vomited out a pool of blood, and his powerful body showed matching resistance at this moment.

"Ice coffin!"

Reluctant to emphasize the magic power in the body, Loya was immediately wrapped in a mass of ice.

Then, it was pushed by the sound wave to generate an air wave, and it quickly fell down.

Almost at the same time as the explosion sounded, the swordsman drunkard raised his head. He looked at the rapidly falling ice cubes in the distant sky, his eyes widened suddenly: "That's it!!!"

The old ghost was still holding a sigh of relief at the moment. He glanced up hard, reached out and stroked the white hair of the sniper kid, and said, "Don't worry, he will be fine."

"Hmm..." The swordsman had to answer like this. Facing Loya, who was both an enemy and a friend, he really didn't know what expression he should use to face him.

At this time, a slightly playful voice sounded in the distance, and it was heard that the voice came from a young man and... stupid.

"Hey, old man over there, don't watch the fireworks there, you have a bomb on your head!"

God tm watch fireworks!

Although after the golden bomb exploded, the scene of gold shavings and ice powder flying all over the sky was indeed spectacular, but with this shock, who would treat him as a fireworks!

The corner of Jianshixionggui's mouth twitched unnaturally, and suddenly he leaned down and carried the old ghost on his back: "Let's go, little ghost, let's leave."

"Yeah." The boy agreed, supported the drunkard's body with his shoulders, stood up tremblingly with him, and walked in the other direction. To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: