One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

( ) "Hey, what are you doing, aren't we companions?"

Even though she was attacked, Bellamy still refused to give up the hope in her heart and looked at Jorah and Gladius expectantly. It's just that facing his hopeful eyes, what greeted him was Gladius' big gloved hand.

Snapped!

Holding Bellamy's face with one hand, Gladius pushed her down to the ground.

"It's disgusting, your face... just blow it up!"

Blast Wrist!

Suddenly, Gradius' hand covering Bellamy's face expanded rapidly, as if a balloon was being inflated. Until it reached a critical point, the arm exploded, releasing a powerful shock wave that shattered the surrounding stone slabs, and its power was several times higher than that of ordinary bombs!

Boom...boom!

In this ferocious explosion, Bellamy's resurrected and pieced together body split apart, scattered evenly on the open grass.

"Sure enough, it's a shame to have someone like you wear the family logo...but now it's better, and the air is a lot cleaner."

Standing among the stumps all over the ground, Gladius swung his arms to relieve the discomfort after using his ability. His arm that caused the explosion was still intact, and not even a single bit of his clothes were damaged.

"Great job, Gladius, that's what you want for this kind of guy!" Seeing that Bellamy's body was blown up, Jorah laughed out loud. I feel very comfortable.

Although I don't understand how this kind of guy can resist his fruit ability, but now that the opponent is blown to pieces, they won, and that's enough.

However, just when they were happy, a familiar voice sounded from their feet.

"For...why..."

Jorah lowered his head, looked at Bellamy, who had only half of his face left, and raised his foot in horror: "What is this?! I hate it, it's so disgusting! Why can I still talk?!"

"Is this the undead mentioned in the intelligence? It's really a rare thing..." Gladius didn't have Jorah's disgusting mood, he knelt down and grabbed Bellamy's half of his face. , Checking over and over again to see if there is any mechanism in it.

But how could something like the undead have a mechanism?

No matter how hard he checked, Gladius couldn't see why, so he could only give up in the end, and kicked away the half of Bellamy's face that was constantly chanting.

"Whether it is undead or not, there is no threat if it explodes like this. What we need to deal with now is the former Qibuhai over there..."

Gladius said to Jorah, and then decisively rushed towards Crocodile who was constantly slaughtering Don Quixote's soldiers.

As he sprinted, his arms swelled up, as if he was about to repeat the trick and explode Crocodile like Bellamy.

"You just finished halfway through the show, it's really boring..."

For what Gladius did, Crocodile clicked his tongue in displeasure, and blocked the scorpion hook between the two of them with his backhand.

The swollen arm pressed against the scorpion's venomous hook, followed by an earth-shattering explosion...

boom------

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Raising knives and slashing, the tireless army of undead mechanized and repeated this action, knocking the enemies who tried to resist one by one to the ground, and the legion that came after them trampled them into a pulp.

The curfew in Dressrosa was finally lifted today. After 12 o'clock in the evening, there are still so many living people wandering on the street. This is definitely an unprecedented event since Doflamingo settled here!

Drake led his men forward all the way, fighting in the direction of the toy house. Although it has been a long time since he was salted, he still remembers the positions of Dressrosa's key targets clearly, and there is no problem of getting lost.

"There, I saw the intruder!"

"Kill them, don't let them go!"

Turning a corner, the group of funny-dressed soldiers under Don Quixote rushed out and stopped Drake and his party.

"I don't know how to live or die... ang!!!"

Before Drake could finish his sentence, what came out of his throat was no longer the familiar human voice, but a ferocious roar from the ancient wilderness. With its back against the moonlight, a huge Tyrannosaurus rex appeared on the street, venting its ferocious aura to its heart's content.

Looking at the slightly familiar tyrannosaurus in front of them, the soldiers were stunned for a moment.

Why, is it so familiar?

With such questions in mind, dozens of soldiers were caught in Drake's mouth, and then the upper and lower jaws closed forcefully, biting the group of enemies in half alive.

It's bloody and stomach-churning to do so, but Drake has to.

Tyrannosaurus, as a primordial creature that lives only with one mouth, his previous way of wrestling with people with short claws is the most stupid way! You must know that his bite force after transformation is several times stronger than that of the most powerful great white shark man, and can even be compared with some huge sea kings! Instead of taking advantage of his own strengths, Drake really didn't know what he thought in the past.

You are already a perverted exhibitionist, shouldn't things like mental cleanliness be thrown away long ago?

"It's... a monster!"

"Run, the Tyrannosaurus is eating people!"

However, the effect of doing so was significant. The group of soldiers were frightened when they saw such a bloody scene, and fled in a panic, no longer caring about stopping the enemy.

Transforming back into human form, Drake took the water bottle handed over by his entourage, rinsed his mouth with grunts, and spit out a pool of bright red liquid.

"It's so annoying, keep going!"

While greeting the team, suddenly a loud noise came from a building not far away. The constant roaring and fighting sounds were in stark contrast to the silent battle of the undead army.

This is two living people fighting!

Drake judged it quickly, and then turned his head away immediately.

Sure enough, those subordinates who followed him were now a small part, and there were only corpses on the street, and no one could be seen at all. Turning his head to look at the bullfighting arena again, Derek gritted his teeth in pain: "S... these bastards, don't you let them follow closely?!"

Drake immediately waved his hand and ordered the undead army and the remaining living people to turn around and rush in towards the gate of the bullfighting arena.

Traitor is just his name, as a qualified general, Drake will never leave his subordinates alone. After the soldiers left Turtle Island, they entrusted their lives to the leader. As their boss, Drake had his own persistence.

Not long after Drake and the others left, a group of guys in circus costumes appeared on the spot. They looked around, but didn't find their boss.

"This situation seems to mean that we have lost track, right?"

"Well, I think so too."

"I said you should turn left, don't you believe me! It's all right now, where did Boss Drake go?!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the goal is the Toy House, and you should be able to meet them there."

After the simple discussion ended, a group of guys who were left behind because of blocking the enemy hurriedly ran towards the toy house to meet Drake who was expected to be there.