I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Ainilu sat cross-legged in the radar boat, grumpy.

Through the amplitude of the electric wave, the current battle situation in this sea area emerged in his mind.

The expeditionary fleet’s shelling power was huge and dense, and it completely crushed the world’s naval guns from the rate of fire.

In the further direction, the magical pens that Moriah's three-masted ship hits from time to time can suppress the morale of the opponent to a great extent.

For wooden sailing warships, Prometheus's deterrent power is not small.

Things like the fire in the sky, whoever is caught by it, is unlucky.

But they also have a commissioner here to deal with-Quasi-Qiwuhai, Soul Singer Brooke.

At this moment, this cargo is making a serious military order: "Ooooooooooooo, I also ask General Kuzan to rest assured that the heat-resistant exoskeleton that Mr. Begapunk specially made for me, in addition to the brute force demolition of President Sa, I am really not afraid of fire!"

The situation is very good, but he also wants to go out and make trouble!

Both people and ghosts are on the show, only Thor is waiting.

"Let the giants stop shelling and move closer. The biscuit soldiers in those ships will be resolved by them."

The biscuit soldiers, who caused considerable casualties to the Legionnaires, were not a serious problem in front of the giants.

Especially those two giant leaders, Dongli and Broki, have mastered armed domineering under the careful guidance of the navy over the years.

Seeing that the battleships of the two sides were getting closer, Kuzan immediately ordered the implementation of the raid plan they had previously formulated: "Order the zombie head, it is time to join the Scourge, and cooperate with the Burning Legion to defeat the last force of the nations!"

"Befehlerhalten!"

A whisper suddenly sounded from inside the cabin of the Queen Mother Chant.

This flagship with its own consciousness widened its eyes in an instant, how did the other party sneak in!

It anxiously reported to Kata Kulihui, who was directing the ships to fight back: "The Minister of Pink! Suddenly a few more people appeared in my cabin!! The number is still increasing!"

The leaks happened in the evening rain, which is the current condition of Kata Kuri.

He, who has always been calm and calm, was also tortured by this series of bad news: "What's the matter?! Why didn't you find out before?"

The chant number was full of grievances, and said that the sudden situation was wrong.

"I had previously sensed that the cabin was empty. But in the blink of an eye, a few more figures appeared, as if they were suddenly squeezed out of the air."

[Wait] Kata Kuri suddenly understood something.

He has been puzzled, why can the red dog escape the 24-hour investigation along the line and enter the Jam Island?

But the current situation allowed him to find the answer.

Although bizarre, it explains everything.

"Beware of enemy attacks! The Burning Legion can shield us from investigation by unknown means." He shouted to the cadres gathered on the flagship.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Even in the deafening battlefield, Kata Kuri clearly caught the rhythmic applause in front of the cabin door.

It was a dead body half leaning against the hatch, with dry and dark skin and exposed gums.

The most eerie thing is that this dead body is applauding him with a graceful rhythm.

"Yes, very good." Like a respected elder commenting on a young man, the well-dressed and extraordinary living corpse kept scoring Kata Kuri's previous actions.

"The organizational ability is first-class, and the ability to respond is extremely strong. There are also certain accomplishments in fleet command. The key is that the strength is still very good."

The Shadow of the Red Earl shook the staff of civilization leisurely with one hand, and ordered his subordinates who kept walking up the deck behind him: "You go and kill the others, I will meet this young man."

The face of the head of the four generals became more and more gloomy as more and more dead corpses walked on the deck.

These dead men with outer armor jackets and close-fitting black trench coat-style military uniforms are all elites.

Drag one out at random, and they all have the strength not weaker than ordinary cadres. And there are twenty people in this group of zombies.

"Brother Kata Kuli, I'll help you." Kelijia stood up beside his brother.

He knew that his brother was arrogant, but at the moment, powerful enemies were waiting around him, and he could no longer tolerate them one-on-one.

A slash cut from a navy ship not far away, once again diverting the attention of several people.

Uncle Xiliu jumped up from the deck of the warship, and at the same time Gion pounced on the opponent's flagship.

Killed a pirate who tried to pounce on this side with a single knife. The famous knife held by the deputy commander was dripping with blood. [Thunderstorm] took the initiative to cleanse the blood from the knife as if it had the ability to clean itself.

"Sorry, time is running out this time, so how about we siege one first?" Looking at the shadow of his old friend, the Red Earl, the Legion Killing Embryo was full of interest.

Hidden for a long time in the alien space created by the fruit power of the door, this powerful ghoul overlord did not know that the plan of the expeditionary army had changed a lot.

But it still obeyed Hiliu's suggestion and swept towards Kata Kuri.

Sure enough, the expert will know if there is any.

The speed of the walking stick turned into an afterimage was so fast that the glutinous fruit ability, who was known for its domineering look and color, almost misjudged the hit position.

Pushing the halberd to hold the weird man who was obviously standing on the side of the navy, Kata Kuri clenched his right hand and armed with domineering hardening and slammed Gion's knife away.

Craig wanted to help but was forced back by Xiliu. He was about to call for Smoky to help, only to find that the opponent had been frozen all over by a piece of ice that spread to his feet.

"The green pheasant has also shot!"

The deck was covered with ice and frost, and although those who had the ability to regenerate frozen fruits did not seal the sea at once, they still easily froze the last star.

The Biscuit Minister was almost puffed up by the navy's shameless behavior, and he snarled: "What? Admirals are all like birds? Dignified admirals unexpectedly attacked!"

First, the red dog lurked and bombed the island, and then the green pheasant took advantage of the chaos of the battle to make a sneak attack.

"Ah, let's fight a war, no matter how much honor and integrity are concerned, it's not shameful." The Kuzan cub, who has long been brought crooked by the navy headquarters' tactical master-unscrupulous brother Sakazuki, yawned as a general. Mu Ji's head was knocked off.

War is not a playhouse. Who cares whether you are singled out or gang fights.

In situations where there is a clear advantage in high-level combat power, those who don't do this are fools.

Poor, the Minister of Juice, one of the four stars, had suffered a lot from the previous confrontation with Sakazuki, and was hit by air waves when the island collapsed and burst.

The battle circle of Kata Kuri on the left and the siege of the zombie generals on the right distracted the young female pirate to a certain extent.

And the admiral, who is incarnate as an old yin-forced admiral, does not say hello at all is an absolute freezing.

A zombie that can properly draw with the general, a murderer who is constantly looking for people to slash among the great swordsmen of eagle eyes and red hair, and a great swordsman who nominates the candidate of the admiral in the future.