Pirate: I am the Holy Lord

“Damn and lowly fishman slave, you actually dare to rush into Lord Draco, don’t you want to live? If you don’t want to live, don’t drag us down. ”

The leather whip dipped in chili water and salt water was pumped heavily on Tiger’s body, and some roars came out of the mouths of these guards.

Their hearts are full of fear and worry.

“Damn bastards,” Fishman Tiger’s eyes were full of disdain in the face of these guards who kept whipping themselves, and he seemed to be mocking, mocking these humans who had no power.

“Snap. Snap, snap,”

The leather whip swung down again and again, and the body of the fishman Tiger can be said to be full of those hideous wounds, and these hideous wounds are constantly dripping blood, and at this time, the fishman Tiger has completely become a bloody man full of blood on his body.

“If you have the ability, you will kill me, and this kind of painless whipping is like tickling for me.”

Fishman Tiger taunted these guards again and again, as if he didn’t care about the heavier and heavier leather whip in the hands of these guards.

It was as if these whips with chili water were like tickling him.

“Sharp-mouthed fishman, you guy don’t be too rampant, do you think we really dare not kill you?”

His eyes were filled with angry anger, and the leather whip in the hands of the guards could be said to be getting heavier and heavier.

Countless blood continued to drip from those wounds.

The blood in Tiger the fish man’s body seemed to be endless, but looking at his weak face, it could be seen that he was not feeling well at this time.

At this time, he can also be said to be extremely weak, he is just holding on there with a tenacious will.

“Kill me, then you will kill me, you trash,” his face was full of disdain, even though he was being tortured by the leather whip at this time, he had not flinched in the slightest, although his face was full of weakness, but his eyes were full of unyielding.

“Want us to kill you, do you think there will be such a good thing? We will torture you slowly, torture you to death. ”

Facing Tiger, who was hysterically scolding there, the guards looked at Tiger with a laughing look on their faces, and for these slaves in the Holy Land of Mary Joa, sometimes death was also a relief.

But for them, sometimes death is also a luxury.

“Snap, pop, pop,” the whipping sound of leather whips sounded again and again in this quiet cell.

But Tiger the fishman did not let out a wail, and his heart was full of unyielding will.

There he was at the mercy of these guards, for his heart was filled with unyielding will.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not yield in the slightest.

“What a hard bone, how can there be someone like you in this world?” Half an hour later, the guard soldier put down the leather whip in his hand with a helpless face, and at this time, he could be said to feel the incomparable pain in his hands.

Looking at the bloody mermaid Tiger in front of him, whose wounds were completely stained red with blood, the guard’s eyes could be said to have a trace of admiration, and at the same time a trace of unwillingness.

He admired the will of Fishman Tiger, and at the same time he was unwilling that he couldn’t make Fishman Tiger submit.

“I’ll spare you today, and if there’s a next time, you’ll see.” His hands and arms were filled with sore pain, and the guard soldier warned Tiger the fishman with a fierce look.

“Hmph,” Tiger snorted with disdain, as if disdainful of the warning.

“You damn fellow,” the guard’s face was full of helplessness, and he finally shook his head and left the place.

“Haha, if you want to make Tiger submit, I think you should have thought too much,”

His face was full of disdain, and Tiger, who looked at the departing guard soldier, shook his head with disdain.

“Sure enough, it’s a fishman Tiger, congratulations to your little one for being selected by my Holy Lord to be my spell warrior,”

Just as Fishman Tiger looked at the departing guard with disdain, a voice full of majesty like a god sounded in his mind.

“Who are you? Why are you in my mind? Hearing this sudden voice in his head, Fishman Tiger’s face also had a hint of horror, could this be some kind of devil fruit?

“Are you wondering if I am a Devil Fruit ability? You also look down on my Holy Lord too much, right? The voice of the Holy Lord once again sounded in the mind of Tiger the Fishman, and there was a trace of disdain in these words full of majesty.

It seems to be disdain for the ability of the Devil Fruit.

“Holy Lord, you say you are the Holy Lord,” Fishman Tiger suddenly roared, knowing that because of Nicole Robin’s matter, the prestige of the Holy Lord can be said to resound throughout the world.

Who above the world today does not know the power of the spell warriors, and who does not know the mystery of the Holy Lord.