Riddle Saint and his dogleg were hiding in a house. They were shaking like chaff, and the fat on their faces was rippled. Their legs curled together touched the wall uncontrollably, making "dong dong" sounds. "The soft sound.
"Saint Riddle, please keep your voice down..." the butler in a black suit reminded in a low voice.
"Ah?" Saint Riddle glared at the butler, pointed at the butler and ordered: "You, go outside and see how the battle is going?!"
"Eh?" The housekeeper trembled all over, sweat dripped from his forehead, and quickly stretched out his hands: "Li, Saint Riddle, I..."
"I know you are here!" At this time, a slightly lively female voice came from outside.
"Hey!" The two people who were hiding tensed up, their hearts contracted violently, and their trachea seemed to be blocked, and they held their breath.
"Huh?" Yamato outside the room scratched the back of his head: "I sense there are two people here..."
Then she closed her eyes again, stretched her neck, and stretched out the bridge of her nose. The wings of her nose carefully expanded and contracted, like an animal smelling a scent.
Yes, she was smelling.
"Aren't you here!" Yamato laughed: "Want to play hide and seek with me? I smell your scent!"
"???" The two people inside were panicked, but they didn't dare to move at all.
"I'm going to dig you out!" Yamato raised the mace and smashed it down hard.
boom!
The walls of the house shattered and collapsed, dazzling light shone into the room, and fine dust danced in the sunlight. Saint Riddle and the housekeeper couldn't help but close their eyes to block the sunlight from entering their eyes.
"Well..." Yamato stood in front of the two men with a mace on his shoulder and asked, "Who is the Celestial Dragon?"
Riddle was shocked and immediately pointed at his butler and shouted: "He is a Celestial Dragon!"
"Eh?" The housekeeper was obviously startled. He wanted to refute but did not dare to refute.
Yamato recalled that Eric had previously talked about the clothing characteristics of the Celestial Dragons:
"Strange hair style standing on end, white and bulky clothes, even wearing a bubble mask in order not to breathe the same air as the untouchables. 』
"You lied to me!" Yamato pointed at Saint Riddle with his mace: "You are the Celestial Dragon!"
The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. Her target was the Celestial Dragon, so she should be able to escape...
"Kill the other guy?" Yamato tilted his head and thought, and said to himself: "I heard from Eric that the black suit next to the Tianlong people is not a good person either."
"Wait, wait a minute...!"
Yamato didn't give him a chance to argue. The black shadow fell and the mace hit the butler directly...
Not to mention anything else, an attack of Yamato's level fell on a low-strength dog leg, like a dog's head stacked with ten thousand layers of Q, hitting a long-range minion with a scepter.
When Yamato's partner Takeru actually landed on the butler's body, the overwhelming power spread throughout his body in an instant. The extremely fragile flesh of ordinary people was torn and peeled off, instantly taking away his ability to assist Tianlong. The life of a person who does evil becomes an unsightly mess.
The side of Saint Riddle's face felt hot, as if something was on it. He tremblingly reached out and touched it. It was sticky, hot and moist, and soft. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was something on the butler's body.
"Ugh——!"
The stomach was protesting loudly to its master. A mouthful of vomit poured up into the esophagus, squeezing out gastric juice and lunch that had been fermenting for three hours in the throat.
Then Riddle Saint's lower body became hot, and the unknown liquid soaked his pants, leaving a wet mark on the ground.
"So dirty!" Yamato took a step back: "You still wet your pants? I stopped peeing when I was three years old!"
"Untouchable!" Fear cut off Saint Riddle's rationality. Even though his legs were weak and unable to move, he pointed at Yamato and cursed nonstop: "I am a Celestial Dragon, a descendant of the Creator! How dare you do this to me? Just wait to die!”
"Hmm..." Yamato scratched the back of his head in distress: "Let's just knock him out."
Buzz——
Yamato half-squinted his eyes, and the fierce overlord-colored domineering energy spurted out from Yamato's body, and the real momentum passed through the Tianlong people, knocking out Saint Riddle who was constantly cursing.
Yamato picked up Tenryuto by the collar and dragged him out of the half-ruined house.
…
The fighting at the port continued. Houses, warships, and land were all submerged in a sea of fire, and Artoria had to move the battlefield.
"Pyromancer, don't burn everything!"
"You take care of me!" Joan of Arc released explosive flames at will, and a high-temperature heat wave enveloped the earth, causing the air to distort and the ground to melt.
"Quickly stop her!" The shadows of Dalmecia's fists and the roaring wind of her fists were all blocked by Joan of Arc with her flag and sword. Occasionally, one or two fists would pass through the defense and land on Joan of Arc, but they would not be able to damage the body known as the human fortress.
"So hard -" Dalmecia frowned, and the burnt index finger gradually regained consciousness. Even if his ability was not awakened, the strong recovery power of the animal system allowed him to quickly repair the injury.
"Asshole, it hurts a bit!" Joan waved the flagpole, aiming the sharp tip of the spear at Dalmecia's neck and sweeping across. He used his extra bone-stretching legs to stamp on the ground dozens of times at high speed, causing Explosive reaction force moves at high speed to avoid Jeanne's stabbing attack.
"It's this trick again!" Joan of Arc glared and gnashed her teeth: "Running around...!"
"Take the move!" Taking advantage of Jeanne's attention being attracted by Dalmecia, Huoshaoshan rushed into the battle circle from the right wing, and the blade of the samurai sword ignited with flowing flames.
"Do you want to compare the temperature of the flames with me?!" Joan of Arc took a step back to avoid the sharp edge, and then took a step forward. The one-handed sword clenched in her right hand spurted out boiling flames and slashed hard towards the Fire Mountain.
boom! boom! boom!
With every explosive roar, the two flame-wrapped sword blades were colliding crazily together, sparks were splashing in all directions, and shock waves visible to the naked eye spilled out in all directions.
"...!" The unbearable heat came from the handle of the knife. Huo Shaoshan raised his eyebrows and distanced himself from Jeanne.
"Humph!" Joan of Arc sneered: "Are you scared now? Keep going!"
Joan of Arc waved the sword blade, and the one-handed sword burned with an unknown purple demonic flame: "How about this move?"
Dalmecia warned loudly: "Be careful!"
"I know!" Huo Shaoshan looked up and said, "Over the head!"
Several spears lingering in the same flames fell towards the Huoshao Mountain like meteors again: "You have no way to escape this time!"
"Moonstep!"
Huo Shaoshan took a deep breath, walked in the air, and avoided Jeanne's inevitable blow.
Joan of Arc was furious: "Why do you do this?!"
"Are you distracted just now?!" Dalmecia lowered her posture, moved her diaphragm downward, and then sprinted into Jeanne's arms at the moment she released her abdominal pressure.
"What?!" Joan of Arc hurriedly dodged the oncoming fist.
Dalmecia exerted her strength again, her strong hind legs burst out with force, and air waves in the shape of shock waves appeared in front of Jeanne's eyes.
"Point gun!"
The index finger of his right hand was injured, but it did not affect the use of his left hand. Dalmecia stretched out the index finger of his left hand, the sharp claws shining with cold light. His powerful blow was bound to penetrate the steel defense that Joan of Arc was proud of.
"Ding--!"
Condensing her whole body's strength into one point, Dalmecia finally pierced Joan's armor, but only through her armor. Her fingertips penetrated Joan's body for less than two centimeters.
"It hurts so much!" Joan of Arc pulled back, rolled up the flag, and stabbed Dalmesia's right chest with all her strength. The one-handed sword followed the opponent's left ribs like a shadow.
"Ugh..." Dalmecia could only turn around to dodge, but before he could dodge the stabbing blow, the tip of the spear had already penetrated his right lung. Symptoms such as difficulty breathing and mild coughing of blood followed, and every breath was accompanied by labor pains.
Jeanne swung her sword to pursue her while she was breathing. The second blow hit Dalmecia on the left side of her abdomen. The sharp blade cut through the neat suit and tore the animal-type ability user's muscles, leaving a long slash on his body. hurt.
Dalmecia resisted the severe pain and stayed away from Joan. The lack of oxygen and blood loss made stars appear in his eyes.
"What a shame." Arturia walked up to Jeanne and said calmly: "You are actually getting hurt. Don't you have the same defense as a human fortress?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Joan of Arc said coldly: "Even if you are injured, I can blast you to the moon!"
"Oh?" Arturia looked at Jeanne's wound and said, "Since you can say something like this, it proves that your injury is not serious."
Joan of Arc turned around and asked, "Is the battle on your side over?"
"Well, they are all trash." Artoria nodded: "Do you need my help?"
"No need!" Jeanne's lips turned up and she sneered, "I didn't expect that the extremely evil Lord Knight King would show mercy to his enemies."
"I'm just too lazy to strike a second time. The few sailors who were seriously injured but not dead won't survive long."
"Oh?" Joan of Arc smiled like a bad woman: "Have you eaten too much junk food recently and your stomach is full? You actually let the enemy go?"
Arturia casually replied: "No matter how many of these miscellaneous soldiers are eliminated, the navy will soon make up for them. It doesn't matter to the World Government whether a few sailors die or a few more sailors die."
"..." Dalmesia and Huo Shaoshan looked at each other in silence with Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria. Their subordinates were all wiped out, and they themselves were in a sea of fire. The battle situation was very unfavorable, but the justice in their hearts was not there. Allow them to escape.
"It's so hot..." Chitong crossed the wall of fire and came to the two of them.
Dalmecia's face darkened. Since Chi Tong was still alive, CP0 must be defeated, and the situation was heading in a serious direction again.
"Aren't you going to run away?" Artoria took a step forward: "The current situation has no chance of winning for you."
"Escape?" Unexpectedly, a hoarse voice came from the side.
"Huh?" Everyone turned around and saw the ghost spider covered in blood limping towards them.
I don't know where he found the weapons. Each blade has a different shape, but looking at him, he still wants to continue fighting.
Even though his voice was out of breath due to serious injuries, Ghost Spider said slowly and solemnly: "Our navy will never lose to you evil pirates!"
"The Navy's victory...must be absolute!"
"Ghost Spider..." Huo Shaoshan and Dalmecia actually couldn't stand the Hawk Navy's behavior, but what Ghost Spider said was extremely reasonable.
In the navy, such extremely tough generals are needed to enhance the navy's overall combat effectiveness and cohesion.
Although in the original work, Akainu defeated Aokiji and gained the position of marshal, which attracted criticism from many readers, Akainu is the only candidate suitable to serve as marshal.
"Really?" Artoria stared at the three people opposite: "Then please go to hell..."
"Wait!" Joan of Arc raised her hand to stop: "They are my opponents!"
"——Cry, it's time to fall." Bubble-like black balls of light appeared around Artoria. After breaking, they formed unknown dark bands of light, sucking water toward the Holy Sword like a giant dragon. Converging in the direction, the dark magic power surrounding the holy sword spurted out a massive, light-devouring beam of light.
"You bastard!" Joan of Arc raised her one-handed sword: "This is the roar of my soul tempered by hatred."
"Roar, my wrath!"
Hotter flames emerged from Joan's feet, rushing towards the three people along the ground, and then the melted ground suddenly exploded, and several more blazing pillars of fire, with a power that burned everything, will Three vice admirals were included.
Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm arrived first, perhaps because Artoria took too long to release her Noble Phantasm.
When the pillar of chaos light that Artoria clenched in her hands expanded to its limit, she struck it down with all her strength and loudly read the true name of the miracle in her hand:
"The Sword of Promised Victory!"
The black and reddish aurora struck at the three lieutenant generals who were in the sea of fire!
"boom--!"
The dark beam of light penetrates the sky, destroying everything in front of it!
The flames released by Joan of Arc were blown away by the strong wind generated by this big explosion!
"Hey!" Joan of Arc said dissatisfiedly: "Is your Noble Phantasm slowed down on purpose? Are you trying to steal someone's head?"
"Who knows?" Arturia replied nonchalantly: "Piercing Girl, put out this fire quickly, it's almost burning outside the port!"
"...I'm considering whether to burn you to ashes here." Jeanne looked at Artoria with evil intentions.
"Now that you have said it, you have no intention of doing so." Artoria urged: "Otherwise Eric will be angry, and you will become a servant no one wants."
"You——!" Joan of Arc glared at the King of Knights fiercely and reluctantly withdrew the released flames.
"Yo." Eric flashed to a few people: "Did you enjoy the battle?"
"I would be happier if this guy didn't cause trouble." Joan of Arc looked Eric up and down: "It seems that Xiaoyu...Eric really has some strength, unlike those weak and powerless guys."
"Uh..." Eric changed the subject: "These three vice admirals are not dead yet, why don't you give them a final blow?"
"I don't want it." Joan of Arc refused: "It feels like I'm eating the leftovers of a cold-blooded woman. It makes me sick."
"Heh." Artoria said, "The same feeling."
Chitong asked aloud: "Do you want me to deal with them?"
"Yes." Eric glanced at the three people in the pothole, and finally nodded: "We have to move the gold from the sky quickly, otherwise reinforcements from the navy will come."
Chitong slowly pulled out Murasame while walking towards the pothole.
"Hey!" At this moment, Yamato shouted from a distance: "I caught the Celestial Dragon!"
Jeanne suddenly became interested, quickly walked towards Yamato, and then covered her mouth: "What does this smell like?"
Yamato said frankly: "This guy not only vomited, but also peed his pants."
"Tsk..." Jeanne showed a disgusted expression: "Stay away from me, this guy stinks."
"Eh?" Yamato quickly let go of his left hand, sniffed left and right and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it didn't smell bad."
"Hey, Eric." Egil said: "You are not allowed to get this guy on the ship! Otherwise, I will shoot you to death!"
"..." Eric covered his forehead in distress: "We can only execute him here."
"Leave him to me." Joan of Arc showed a cruel smile: "I will entertain this 'god' well."
