Pirate’s Brood Order

A small sharp sound floated in the night sky, like the moaning/groaning of a ghost, or the low chirping of some kind of falcon.

On the desert covered by undulating building wreckage, a white figure swooped down from a high altitude, hot blood splashed from the spread wings.

In the distance, more than a dozen figures ran quickly, their vigorous figures jumped down from the sky close to the top of the building, and smashed a big hole in the ground, flying smoke and dust, rushing towards them with murderous aura.

"Your wings are broken, how do you still fly?" A cold and dull voice came from the side. It was a burly man, holding a long chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain was wrapped around a ferocious round hammer.

The round hammer is covered with dense hedgehog-like thorns, stained with blood and feathers.

"The running dog of the Baroque studio!" Bell covered the penetrating wound on his shoulder, several irregular blood gullies were torn apart, and the white clothes were pulled into flocks, looking quite embarrassed.

"Master Bell is not strong enough to be the patron saint of Alabasta, what a shame!" The strong man waved the chain, and the round hammer rumbled and set off a hurricane.

Bell's pupils contracted, and he saw a stream of light shattering the air. He stomped on his feet and dodged to the side.

The wall behind him was shattered, and the rotating round hammer easily cut holes in the wall. Bell glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and there were several killers holding guns and crossbows on the top of the wall five or six meters behind him. Silver crossbow bolts whizzed towards.

Crash!

A row of silver light suddenly burst out, and in the blink of an eye, Bell's back burst into cold sweat. He stepped on the ground with the sole of his shoe, swiped his hands forward, and crawled forward with all four limbs.

A series of crossbow arrows "嗤嗤嗤嗤" shot into the wall harder than a stone, and a black arrow on the other side was hidden in the darkness, as if a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity suddenly ejected and bit Bell's thigh.

The arrow shot into the flesh, and immediately nailed into the thigh. The triangular hook-shaped arrow came out with a piece of flesh and blood, and was tightly embedded in Bell's thigh.

Staggering, Bell's pupils shrank sharply and saw a killer hiding behind the wall on the right. The dwarf-like figure immediately discarded the sneak attack crossbow in his hand, and rushed towards him with a grin.

The guns and crossbows lined up behind were quickly reloaded, and at the same time approached with neat steps, while the chain hammers waving in the front were roaring, Bell was desperate, but his eyes showed a ferocious look, he stomped on the ground with one foot, his waist Swinging his sharp claws, he immediately scratched the dwarf's scalp.

The three bloody grooves were dripping with blood, like an eagle's sharp claws pierced three blood holes on the dwarf's skull, and when the claws were pulled out, even the brains were brought out.

Bell was like a ferocious beast driven into a desperate situation. His pupils shrank into vertical pinpoints, and half of his wings danced vigorously. At the same time, he used one foot on tiptoe, leaning his body against the ground to draw a strange arc.

"Even if I die today, I still need to bring a few more scumbags from the Baroque studio to my back. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any trace of Princess Weiwei." Bell didn't believe that Princess Weiwei was dead at all. He quietly returned to Ala during this time Bastan, did not expect the situation to change so far, even His Majesty Cobra was killed.

He felt strange and dared not show his face publicly, so he secretly investigated and searched for traces of Weiwei. Unfortunately, the "hyenas" of the Baroque studio still smelled the traces and chased them down.

No longer running away, Bell, whose heart sank to death, counterattacked on the verge of death, and immediately killed several spies. Of course, he also got a few more wounds on his body, and a few colored stones sewn into his cuffs fell off.

The brawny man sneered, bent down to pick up a colored stone mine, closed his palms suddenly and crushed it into gravel, which fell from between his fingers. At the same time, he strode towards Bell with great strides. To Bell's chest.

Bell broke the throat of a killer, grabbed the crossbow and turned around to shoot it. The silvery crossbow hit the hammer and sparks splashed out. His face immediately turned pale, and his claws covered his chest.

In the teeth-piercing voice, the sharp nails of the ten fingers were all shattered, and the whole person flew upside down and fell heavily on the ground.

He tilted his head and saw a pair of black boots. A blind bat was embroidered on the trouser leg. Bell glanced up and saw two arms that seemed to be of different lengths. The right hand was obviously about to grow out. However, the gnarled muscles unnaturally presented a straight line, which looked like a gun made of steel.

"A secret agent from Baroque Studio again?"

In the next second, Bell rejected this idea, because he saw the "gun" raised gently, and the dark hole in his palm was pointed at the hammer that was smashing towards the opposite side.

"This is the muzzle of fate!"

The man in the bat hat sneered, his white teeth reflecting purple arcs in the darkness.

Bell's eyes widened, and he saw that gun-like arm suddenly flashing brilliant arcs, the whole arm swelled in a circle, and there was a terrifying air current swirling around the gun hole, and then a beam of purple light was like It was a ghostly poisonous snake flying out from the palm.

In the dark night, surrounded by lying corpses, the moment the purple light that pierced the air touched the hammer, a puff of black smoke filled the air. A straight and smooth ballistic trajectory pierced through it soundlessly.

Without any suspense, the light beam pierced through the hammer, shooting a fingernail-sized bullet hole from the other side, and then piercing into the strong man's chest.

The violent purple light exploded, and the burnt smell permeated the air. The expression on the strong man's face didn't even have time to change. His frozen cheeks were engulfed by the spreading purple light, and his whole body became a coke pierced by electricity.

"So strong!"

Bell's heart twitched violently, and then he caught a glimpse of continuously flashing purple light beams, precisely killing the fleeing secret agents of the Baroque Studio on the spot.

Even the smell of blood did not exist, and all the corpses turned into coke. Although they were all the scum of the Baroque studio, Bell felt refreshed in his heart, but also felt an inexplicable chill.

The group of killers who chased him just now were wiped out so easily, who is this strange man who suddenly appeared?

Bell got up from the ground, then carefully picked up a few colorful ores and put them back into his pocket, then looked at the man and said, "Thank you for saving me, but who are you?"

"My name!" The dull and hoarse voice seemed to be obsessed with the name, and he said firmly: "The sixth apostle, my name is Fan Oka!"

"Fan Oka? Apostle?" Bell wondered, this was a name and organization he had never heard of.

"It's destiny to save you!" A black line flashed in Fan Oka's eyes, he turned and left, and a faint voice came to Bell's ears: "Smaug the White Hunter, now the highest officer of the Alabasta Navy Branch, There's what you want!"