North Sea's Mignon Island.
The port was ablaze as cannons rained down from the sky.
In the midst of tragic wails, countless people held their heads and ran around on the streets.
“咈咈咈咈咈!!”
"Come on! Destroy them all!"
"This is the smell of war and smoke. It's really intoxicating!!”
Around him, Torrepole and the other members of the Don Quijote Family were also grinning fearlessly.
"The time we agreed on with that guy was right, right?”
Doflemingo turned around and asked Torrepole,
Torrepole smiled evilly and nodded.
"Yes, yes, Dover, just in time.”
Doflemingo looked at the port, his mouth slowly cracked into a cruel arc, and he waved his hand.
"Then let's log in!"
"Dock!"
The pirate ships immediately received the order and quickly docked.
In just a few moments, hundreds of pirates suddenly swarmed onto the mainland of Minion Island.
They grinned malevolently as they brandished their long blades and firearms, mercilessly massacring the peripheral forces of Germa66 stationed here.
Doflemingo also landed on the land.
His pink feathered coat fluttered in the stinky wind behind him.
He walked forward casually.
Occasionally, he would move his fingers in the air.
Those who tried to charge at him were silently cut open by something sharp, and blood splattered all over the ground.
"Damn you, Dorflemingo! The adults of the Winsmokes will not let you off!!”
At this moment,
A middle-aged man with an extraordinary aura charged at Doframenco with a long saber in his hand.
His speed and strength were quite good, and the members of the Don Quijote family around him were unable to stop him.
"Die!"
The man jumped high up and slashed the long knife in his hand at Doflemenco's head with great force!
However, at the next moment…
His expression suddenly froze.
His entire body seemed to be bound by something invisible in the air, and he did not move at all.
The sharp long blade was suspended one centimeter above Doframingo's forehead, trembling.
“咈咈咈咈咈······”
"Looks like you are Germa66's outer circle manager on Mignon Island.”
Doflemingo let out a low, hoarse laugh, and the reflection of his sunglasses reflected the man's face, which was gradually becoming frightened and pale.
"The so-called overlord of the North Sea?"
“咈咈咈咈咈!! Stop joking!"
Doframenco grinned hideously,"
"The era of Germa66 is over!”
"I, Don Quijote Dofranmingo, am the new overlord of the North Sea!”
" And you, trash…"
He glanced at that person from the corner of his eye.
"How dare you call me by my name? Who gave you the courage?”
"Kneel down!"
As he spoke, he hooked his finger.
The sound of something breaking through the air could be heard.
Swoosh!
" Ahhh
A tragic and painful wail suddenly resounded throughout the entire street.
The person in charge of the station screamed with a pale face and a distorted expression.
He realized that both his legs had been cut off!
The cut was smooth, and blood gushed out from the bloody wound.
He fell to the ground and knelt in front of Doframingo.
" Yes, that's the posture and gaze..."
" Desperate, lowly, pitiful, like a dead dog…"
Doflemingo looked at the struggling guy lying on the ground like a dead dog in a pool of blood, as if he was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
“咈咈咈咈咈!!!”
He laughed wildly and waved his hand again.
Swoosh!
Sharp invisible threads whizzed past.
The man froze.
Then-
The head soared into the sky.
Blood red blood splashed in the air, beautiful and beautiful.
Some of them even knelt on the ground and muttered in fear,
" Devil…That's a devil…"
The morale of the Don Quijote Pirates was boosted when they saw this. They let out even sharper and crueler laughs as they raised their weapons and crazily harvested lives.
Yes, it was true.
As long as their young master was around…
No one in this world could stop them from climbing up!
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