Pirate’s Brood Order

The oppressive baseball roared with terrifying power and accumulated explosions. Hodgton raised his hand and the red light surged, his eyes fixed on the weird dachshund, and the black threads at the bottom of the pupils surged strangely. It moved, as if another eye was peeping through it.

The violent air wave surged and rolled, and the knuckle-covered white palm firmly held the exploded baseball, and the exploded bone fragments flew up and hit the ugly face, causing the protruding blood vessels to burst into streams of blood. The blood that spewed out made him look even more vicious, but there was a strange sense of indifference in one pupil that suddenly sank into a jet black body. His eyes were not on the palm of his hand at all, but on the sausage. On the dog's body that doesn't know whether to call it dead or alive.

The explosion on the palm gradually extinguished, and the cracked bones quickly healed again, and more refined and solidified bone calcium emerged.

"Is that some kind of dead thing has the ability to obtain a devil fruit?"

Huoqidun opened his mouth, but the voice coming out of his throat was not his own, it was thicker and more emotional.

Yarlin's consciousness descended directly on Hodgdon's body across the distance of space, and immediately took over the control of this body.

And with the arrival of this voice, the black lines in the pupils of all the navy transformation bodies in the field flickered, their breathing seemed to be a little short for an instant, and the few subtle expressions on their cheeks revealed a disturbing feeling weird.

The air in the room seemed to be filled with the smell of heart palpitations. Mr.4 looked at the person from the opposite side, and his thick and long eyebrows were twisted into a knot. He always felt that the aura of the person opposite him suddenly changed, as if suddenly changed Became another more dangerous existence.

"What an uncomfortable feeling!"

Mr. 4 raised the heavy bat and swung it down. The dachshund opened his mouth like a smoke ring, and a solid white baseball spit out from his mouth.

"Oh? Is it like this?"

Hodgeton (Yarling) did not stop the whole process, but just half-closed his eyes to observe the movement of the dachshund. It was obviously a pile of metal parts, but it gave people a strange feeling of living things, but However, in Yarlin's perception, it is clearly a dead object, without body temperature, without heartbeat, only the movement of parts, and the breath of a living thing.

"Living? Dead? Devil fruit?"

He has extracted more than one devil fruit, and even devoured and transformed a person with abilities. Yarlin is very sensitive to the breath of devil fruits. He can't feel wrong. "I got a devil fruit and became this kind of weird ability user.

A dachshund with a time bomb in his mouth!

Pong!

The gravel under Hochton's feet abruptly condensed into a sand wall, which instantly blocked the heat wave of the explosion. The sand wall was corroded by the burnt black liquid to the ground. When a military boot stepped on it, the gravel wall suddenly burst from the inside out. , the splashed liquid seems to be pulled by a bone shadow and grows into intermittent flocks.

The bodies of the two spies along the way were suddenly strangled into pieces by the bone chain. Hodgton kept on stepping forward and appeared in front of Mr.4. The whole person was like an afterimage of continuously changing positions, and suddenly smashed into Mr.4 in front of.

next moment!

The dull waving huge iron rod stopped halfway. Hodgton's one-eyed gaze was on the dachshund, but he held the iron rod in his hand. The rusty iron spots were like age spots on the old man's cheeks, and they could not resist the invasion of the whole body. The iron rod then suddenly became light and brittle. When Hoggin pinched it with five fingers, the rusty iron pieces shattered and splattered everywhere.

The knuckles in the punched fist swelled viciously, like the drill bit of a poisonous dragon hit Mr.4's chest fiercely. Immediately, the bloated and fat fat spread like rippling waves in a circle, and the clothes on his body were stretched with needles and threads. After breaking a spider web-like opening, he flew upside down, rolled and slid out of the deep ditch on the sand.

Hochton grabbed the dachshund's neck, held it slightly and lifted it in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, then stepped on Mr.4's head, and put his body that had just gotten up back into shape again. He stomped heavily on the ground, and asked unquestionably, "Is this a dead thing?"

The extremely ferocious one-eyed, with a strange black light surging inside, Mr.4's head was firmly pressed to the ground, his cheeks rubbed against the rough gravel, and the severe pain spreading from his chest reminded him of the broken ribs, and he opened his eyes. He opened his mouth like eating dirt, and some sand flowed into his mouth. He replied vaguely: "It's a dead thing, it's my big gun!"

"Big gun?!" Hodgton glanced at the dachshund, and then asked, "Tell me, how did you do it? I'll let you go."

"I don't know, I got it from the channel of the studio." The cheeks seemed to be crushed, and half of the cheeks were in pain like fire. Mr. 4 shook his teeth and said: "I just heard that it seems that someone The research result of this scientist can extend the ability characteristics of the devil fruit to the body, I don’t know about the others, I’m telling the truth.”

Hochton lowered his head with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then the black lines in his pupils faded away like tides, and the scarlet color resurfaced from the darkness to occupy the entire eyeball.

"I'm done talking, you promised to let me go!" Mr. 4 struggled to turn his head, moving his eyeballs with great difficulty to look at the soles of the shoes above his head, a group of red light slowly covered his head.

Hochton took over his body again, staring at the head under his feet with a sly smile, "I didn't promise you!"

Amidst the muffled crackling sound, Mr. 4's expression froze for a moment of horror, half of his head was crushed into stubble, and the remaining half of his skull exposed dark white calcification, like a smashed plaster statue.

The battle next to it is also nearing the end of the work. The hidden high-rise building is full of bloody smell, high-pitched, shrill screams echoing in the building, and the navy transformation body waved the sharp blade indifferently, as if one by one. The assassin who took away the last echo of life.

When the night fell, the dark-wrapped building fell into a dead silence.

Hodgton counted the loot and the corpses of his own people, and then divided into two teams. One team returned to the base with two fruit capable users, and the rest continued to find the next Baroque studio. stronghold.

The speed of their journey couldn't even catch up with the speed of Hoggidon's killing and suppression. Wei Wei and Icarem smelled the bloody smell left in the air, and looked at each other in horror.

"Which place is this?"

"It's already the seventh place!"

"..."

Wiping out seven strongholds of Baroque studios in a row in a week is simply crazy, Weiwei exhaled, "I think we need to pass this matter back to let the king know what happened here."

Thank you zzuo z for the 2000 point reward, and thank you for the 300 point reward for Zai Nasang. The throat is inflamed, causing a cold and low fever, drunk, and the physical fitness is really not good. It’s time for the New Year. I hope that all book friends will pay more attention to exercise , the body is the capital of the revolution, I really want to have a strong body like in the novel.