One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Chapter 151 The Transformation of Summoning

“Sky curtain!”

Sherlock shot 60 hormonal bullets at the same time. The bullets wrapped Conqueror’s Haki to form a sword formation in the air. Each hormonal bullet will split into 6 segments, and each split will split into 60. And so on, it will form a bullet all over the sky. rain.

Each bullet seems to have eyes. Observation Haki locks the halo hovering in the sky, Armament Haki enhances the bullet’s power, and Conqueror’s Haki stuns opponents and makes halo lose the ability to move for a short time.

The sky curtain has solved half of the awkwardness in the sky at once.

This trick is definitely a trump card technique that wins more with less.

Immediately, Sherlock used Shock Fruit’s ability again to cause an earthquake, and sharp stones were erected on the ground to solve one-third of the rushing abyss wolf on the ground.

Since Sherlock only had one sword, he could not perform the three-sword flow of reincarnation, and could only be simplified into one-sword flow of reincarnation.

Between swinging the knife, countless afterimages of blades were cut out, and each afterimage was an extremely sharp air current, making the target seem to be in a meat grinder.

This wave of operations took away one third of the wolves and embarrassments.

The 10 abyssal giant wolves let out a roar of anger, and rushed in front of Sherlock between the sparks and flints.

They even trampled the wounded wolves around them directly into mud.

Sherlock shook his fist, and the superimposed power of the refreshing iron fist and the shaking fist swayed towards the abyss wolf.

The air burst, and the entire space vibrated.

The Abyssal Wolf was beaten out, but his HP only dropped by 1000 points.

Their defensive power is terribly strong.

Sherlock knew that he had encountered a tough opponent this time, and the corners of his mouth raised, and he activated a summoning spell.

…

The capital of the phoenix.

Holy Light Cathedral.

Holing healed Crocodile’s injury, smiled and said, “It’s okay.”

Crocodile nodded slightly and asked, “Where is Houston going?”

“He retreats, saying that he is preparing to explore the mausoleum.”

He Ling replied.

Crocodile lit a cigar and took a thoughtful sip: “It seems that he has found a way to become stronger again.”

Crocodile stood up, MR.1 followed him, and the two left the Cathedral of the Light.

He Ling did not ask where he was going, and continued to heal the other wounded.

He Ling also followed Willie Pope and the tall and burly clergyman Missy.

Missy wore a white robe and a golden mask. Hearing Willie said, Missy was a mission to protect the messenger of God.

In fact, the priesthood department to which Missy belongs, in addition to protecting the messenger of God, also has the identity of an observer.

They want to study what kind of people can summon gods and become gods’ vessels.

He Ling could feel that Missy was a very powerful person, even if he did his best, he might not be able to defeat him.

But fortunately, Missy has no malice towards himself. He always keeps a certain distance. He is not very close, but he can always see him within his sight.

“This healing technique is really amazing.”

An injured civilian sighed.

“Yes, there is no need for a healing ritual.”

The other wounded also said, and they saluted He Ling at the same time.

“Thank you, Lord Divine Envoy.”

He Ling was taken aback for a moment before realizing that they were calling themselves.

After a busy day, He Ling returned to the dormitory, fell on the bed, and put the quilt over his head.

“I don’t know what Sherlock is doing, it has been closed for 2 days.”

He Ling couldn’t help but see Sherlock’s handsome face in his mind, and his heartbeat accelerated again.

“I, I, I am Sherlock’s wife now, I have to be sensible, well, I must not be a burden to Sherlock.”

He Ling pulled the cup open and closed it again.

“No, Sherlock.”

“Hate.”

“No way, no way.”

He Ling seemed to be replenishing the scene of getting along with Sherlock, making a pleasant laugh.

Going to sleep in her beautiful fantasy.

…

Holy Light Cathedral.

The main classroom.

“Master Bishop, the favored one promised to set off within this month to explore the tomb. Are you really ready?”

Willie Pope asked.

Bishop Bales closed his eyes.

“Willie, have you seen the real darkness?”

Willie Pope shook his head slightly: “There is no darkness in Phoenix. The last and only time I saw the night was made by a witch.”

“But I have always been in the dark.”

Bells said slowly, he put the blanket on his feet, “Maybe, I will become a sinner in this city, but who cares? I was dead at that time, and how future generations think about it is their freedom.”

“Those who long for eternal life will definitely hate you forever.”

Willie Pope offers a cup of coffee.

Bells took the coffee and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

“Hate it if you hate it, and it’s not that I’m the only one to be hated.”

“Well, Leah D. Houston will be hated by them for a lifetime.”

Willie Pope said.

The corners of Bells’ lips rose:

“But he will get our gratitude.”

“I’m afraid he doesn’t want your gratitude. He did all this in order to take the rest of his companions out of here and go to the Emenes Islands.”

“Emenes, I heard this familiar name again. There used to be outsiders who wanted to find Emenes, but they couldn’t get out after entering here.”

Bells said with a smile, “Recently, I often recall that in my life, in fact, it is not all regret. At least I have seen so many people of all kinds. Their world is really wonderful. Everyone is a book.”

“Well, you told me before.”

Willie Pope looked worriedly at the aging Bells, feeling that he was like a sun that has set, or an old man who has died, waiting for his coffin.

“Everyone’s world of consciousness is different, but many outsiders have a wonderful world. There are sunrises and sunsets, night stars, struggles and compromises. I really yearn for that kind of life. Although sometimes helpless, life Isn’t it precious because there is only one time, and it’s short-lived?”

Bells spoke slowly and took a sip of coffee.

…

Yuantu.

Inside the third floor of the gate of the abyss.

Abyss Canyon.

Pipicia said he appeared after a month, but it was three years late.

Inside the abyss gorge.

Sherlock embraced with both hands, with a dark substance black crystal hanging in his mouth, sitting in the middle of the canyon, and he no longer dared to have abyss monsters approaching him.

Sherlock exuded a breath that no one would enter, and he opened one eye.

Pipicia beckoned to him personally:

“Host, are you still alive?”

The corner of Sherlock’s mouth rose, and nine spatial cracks appeared around him.

Summon 9 huge abyss monsters from the crack.

Each of them is 30 meters high, covered with viscous liquid, and covered with eyes on the skin, which is heavier than the primitive mammoth.

After stepping out of the space crack, the entire canyon was shaking.

“Multi-eyed beast?”

Pipicia swallowed his saliva.

“Give it to me, beat it to death.”

Shylock ordered.

Pipicia touched her white cheeks:

“Damn it, people are so good-looking, you actually want to hit me.”