The black smoke from the explosion added a bit of smoke to Gion's face.
Jinpilao slowly sheathed himself.
She didn't know what was going on in her mind.
In short, when she was able to do so, she didn't really want to save this Celestial Dragon.
"Rescuing Tianlong or protecting my subordinates, I can only choose one."
She defended silently in her mind.
Yes, she can only choose one of the two things.
She chose to wave her knife like a dance, removing the powerful impact of the explosion one by one.
But what Gion deliberately didn't think about was that stopping Miklos Saint's explosion could also protect his subordinates.
"You don't need to remember what happened here, do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The navy soldiers who were still a little shaken just now could only do as they please in the face of such powerful strength.
What's more, Gion saved their lives in the explosion.
Apparently there were no valuable clues left after the explosion.
Slightly relieved, the scary broadcast was over.
But Gion still felt heavy in his heart.
Where did that crazy clown go?
What is the purpose behind his crazy behavior?
Free the slaves?
Or is it on the side of Ge Mingjun?
This ability to confuse people is somewhat similar to Ge Mingjun's style.
"Lord Peach Rabbit, all the slaves belonging to Saint Miklos are gone..."
"The two Devil Fruits collected by the Markas family are also missing."
They did a quick inventory of the building's contents.
The most important thing is people and property.
"Do you want to be a hero like Fischer Tiger who freed the slaves?"
In this case, Gion can still have some admiration, but the other party acted too boldly.
"It's still for money, but if it's just for money, why do you have to do it to this extent?"
Her fingers rubbed back and forth on the hilt of Jinbiluo's knife.
The subordinates who were familiar with her lowered their heads and pretended not to notice.
They knew that this was how Lord Peach Rabbit was struggling with something.
"But the Holy Land is so big, it's really difficult to determine the traces of the enemy of the world."
"The CP organization agent in charge of guarding was killed twice without making a sound."
"Are we going to disperse the navy at this time?"
"..."
"Gu————"
While Gion was struggling, a long roar suddenly resounded through half of the holy land.
Some Tianlong people who were originally ignorant finally understood after experiencing the broadcast and the reports of the agents.
The Holy Land was invaded by a bold guy.
What's even more frightening is that this guy dares to kill Tianlong people.
The few Celestial Dragons who died unnaturally in recent decades were all killed by one person!
This made the Tianlong people angrily scold the navy and agents for their incompetence, and immediately asked them to erect a copper wall at their gate.
It seems that this way they will not be so frightened when facing that bold guy.
They huddled in their manor, stamping their feet that they never used at ordinary times, and yelled and cursed that Fisher Tiger was back again.
There is no other reason.
After a long cry of birds, the flames burst into flames again.
"Fishman Karate·Samewa Shoken!"
Prada did not hide his presence and swaggered through the main entrance, defeating the agents guarding him.
The positive fist struck with all the strength of his body not only beat the agents until they vomited blood, but also directly smashed the copper gate in front of them.
How long have you been waiting for this opportunity? !
Five years, seven years, or ten years?
I really can’t remember clearly.
The extreme oppression in Chalmac was such that just staying alive consumed all his strength.
If the other party hadn't enjoyed this kind of training, I would have died long ago, right?
But it doesn't matter, I finally waited for this opportunity.
Become a slave-rescuing hero like Fisher Tiger, the hero told by the Murloc Singers!
This is the only belief that can support Prada from degenerating into the same kind of flesh and blood he drank!
The long-term extremely oppressive life left him unable to think of anything else.
In other words, only by retaining this belief can he survive.
Any other distracting thoughts will cause him to fall directly.
"Only in this way can I live up to my many years of training in the Forest of the Sea."
"It's not like I'm living up to your conditions..."
Parada has a string of raw beef steaks hanging around his neck. After punching him, he will take a bite and chew it carefully.
His withered body gradually became filled with muscle lines.
Behind him were some slaves who had experienced similar experiences in twos and threes.
He rescued more than that, but after Fisher Tiger, the Draconians worked harder on the training of slaves, so that the first reaction of the slaves after breaking free was not to flee, but to panic.
None of these Pradas are forced.
His life was already close to being exhausted, and it was a great blessing that he could still burn it in this way.
"Your Majesty the Clown, let me bring out the chaos you want with my boxing skills!"
soon.
The Tianlong people who were just yelling at first discovered that Fisher Tiger, the guy who had been dead for more than ten years, seemed to be really back.
How dare those damn slaves step on their carefully trimmed flowers and grass!
.......
.......
"How cruel."
"They should be your subordinates."
Bucky put his hands on the wings of the masked brain, trimming away his confused cognition.
The masked man finally saw clearly, those dead Bucky...
They were all agents of the CP organization who came in a hurry.
"devil!"
The beak of the bird that was vomiting blood trembled and shouted loudly.
The strong vitality brought to him by the animal devil fruit prevented him from being fatal due to such injuries.
But I was shocked.
Not only does he confuse people's hearts, this clown can really play with them!
Tie Yu turned around, resisting the stinging pain in his heart and trying to drive away the clown who came into contact with him.
Most superhuman Devil Fruits are achieved through contact.
This is not common sense, but his experience.
The iron feather blows out a terrible cyclone, driving away all life around it.
The masked man's skillful killing experience allowed him to react quickly.
The bird's claws stamped hard on the bluestone.
He has already become extremely skilled at shaving.
The speed at which it is played is also particularly outstanding.
The iron beak pecks at all sensible life.
He couldn't tell, really couldn't tell which one was the clown.
He also couldn't tell if the one he killed was a real clown.
Then kill all life in sight, as long as the clown is among them!
Mercy, compassion, companionship, justice….
The CP organization, which was cultivated as a killing weapon, has no need for these unnecessary things.
A little further away.
Bucky, who didn't know when he was far away from the masked man, pressed his chest and kept snickering.
"Hahahaha... interesting, so damn interesting."
Wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
From a distance, I saw a navy man wearing a shirt coming quickly.
The masked man wore a clown's mask on his cold and heartless face.
The white mask was splattered with blood.
