Pirates: At the top of the game, Demon God Barrett

Looking at Gray, who was gushing in a wheelchair with a crazy face.

Barrett's face became a little ugly.

He always felt these things Gray had said to him.

Have you heard it somewhere?

There is a sense of déjà vu.

In a word.

Barrett is upset right now.

Even a little want to kill.

Gray said for a long time, and an excited flush appeared on his old face.

It's been like I haven't spoken so openly in a long time.

He has indeed been more than thirty years old, and he has not revealed his thoughts to anyone.

The reason why I say it now.

Just because before this impending death.

Once again, I saw the most proud creation of my life.

As he put it.

Without him Gray.

In this world, there will never be a Douglas Barrett born.

It was his cruel and bloody cultivation that created Barrett, a devil who defeated Hades Rayleigh at the age of 16.

And because of the psychological trauma of being betrayed, Barrett does not trust anyone, only himself.

This extreme idea prompted him to frantically cultivate himself, constantly break through himself, and pursue the peak of individual strength.

Innate talent, coupled with acquired experience, can determine a person's future.

Looking at Barrett standing behind him.

Strong, strong, and determined as iron.

Although in terms of individual strength, it may not have reached the level of invincibility of Lokes.

But Barrett's comprehensive quality definitely has the possibility of surpassing Rocks!

Thinking of this, Gray's old face smiled even brighter.

However, Barrett still did not decisively kill himself in the madness thirty years ago.

Hasn't Barrett been completely firm in his heart?

Thinking of this, the smile on Gray's face gradually disappeared.

Gray felt that she had to help him again.

So, he looked directly into Barrett's gaze and said with a mocking face: "Barrett,

what did you come to this sad place for?"

"Could it be that you want to hear my confession?"

"Hahahaha, then you should be disappointed."

"I am very proud of my betrayal!"

Gray laughed and opened his thin arms.

"How? Do it! "

Kill me!"

"Do what you didn't finish thirty years ago."

Barrett was indifferent, just looked down on him condescendingly, and did not speak.

Gray's brows frowned, and he said coldly: "You won't be soft-hearted, right?"

Barrett was silent for a moment, then suddenly felt something out of his trouser pocket and threw it at Gray.

Gray was stunned and grabbed the flying thing.

He fixed his gaze.

What I found in my hand was a boxy black fruit.

The fruit is covered with spiral patterns.

Gray looked at Barrett in amazement, "Devil Fruit?

"What do you mean by that?"

Barrett snorted coldly, walked to the city wall with his back to overlook the battlefield filled with tens of thousands of people lying in the distance.

"It's not interesting."

"I just want you to exert some residual heat."

"Exert residual heat?"

Gray was puzzled.

"I think you have a very good way of training the army."

"These ordinary people are not very talented, but they can be trained by you to become excellent warriors with one hundred enemies."

"I want to wage an unprecedented war in the New World, and I need an army, an invincible and invincible army."

Listening to Barrett's words, Gray's face slowly became gloomy.

He looked at Barrett's tall back and said in a deep voice:

"You want to give up pursuing the strongest of the individual?"

"Nope!"

Barrett squeezed his fists, and the terrifying physical strength caused the air around him to twist because of this.

"Thanks to your blessing, I have become more determined to this goal."

"Just."

"At present, I seem to have reached a bottleneck."

"I need a war that sweeps the world, endless chaos, to complete my transformation and sublimation!"

Barrett turned and looked at Gray.

"How?"

"Are you going to witness that moment?"

"Witness the demon god you personally created, surpass Lokes and become the strongest in the world!"

Gray's body shook, and his breathing instantly became rapid.

He looked at the black fruit in his hand, and a wisp of essence suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes.

But soon.

He went down again.

Gray slumped into his wheelchair and waved his hand.

"I'm 85 years old, and what I've seen tells me that my death is near."

He threw the Devil Fruit he was holding in his hand at Barrett.

"Don't waste this precious fruit of natural coal for the sake of a dying person."

"You know this fruit?" Barrett was a little surprised.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know Gray at all.

Just know that he is a cruel and arrogant kingdom general.

"Of course."

"Because a general admiral 70 years ago was a coal fruit capable."

"He was also one of my recruit instructors."

Barrette nodded, "Seeing as you come, you know very well about the development of coal fruits." That fruit is really related to you. I've heard that the Devil Fruit chooses its own host, and it seems that it chose you, otherwise I wouldn't have suddenly obtained this fruit.

With that, he threw the coal fruit over again.

Gray was a little angry, grabbed the coal fruit and said, "But I'm already very old!"

"I'm dying!"

"This body of mine has decayed!"

Gray's gaze was lowered, and his voice was mixed with some bitterness and a little reluctance.

At one time, he was also ambitious.

But the years are so cruel that everyone is treated equally.

The corners of Barrett's mouth widened, revealing an evil smile.

"Since the body is decayed, then change the body."

"What did you say?"

Gray froze.

I saw Barrett stretch out his right hand and grab it towards the battlefield in the distance.

I don't know when the sand was covered with an ocean of purple light.

The purple light spread thousands of meters away, occupying all the field of view as far as the eye could see.

With Barrett's hand grabbing it.

Suddenly, the purple light that covered the entire battlefield contracted and gathered, as if wrapped in something, and returned to the city wall.

The purple light retreated and withdrew Barrett's body.

Gray saw that under the feet in front of him, there was already an unconscious strong man.

"Campol?"

Gray was stunned.

The man lying on the ground, nearly three meters and five meters tall, with a strong figure, was the army commander of the Gerard Kingdom.

Campol's strength is not weak, he has a good physique, and the ability to form a brown bear in the animal line.

But now Campol has several shocking scars on his head, and blood is flowing all over his head, face and neck.

Barrett pointed to the unconscious Campol on the ground and said with an evil smile: "How is this body?" "