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

On the walls of the Douglas Kingdom, Barrett looked into the air in surprise.

I saw a rapid descent with Gray.

His tens of meters tall coal body caught fire because of frictional air and turned into a meteor falling from the sky.

Thundered!

Under the addition of the iron block, the mass of this bolide seems to increase tenfold out of thin air.

As a result, the rate of decline has skyrocketed.

Before the big fireball fell to the ground, a hot air had already swept in all directions with the howling airflow.

The atmosphere is constantly trembling and humming.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that only this huge roar remains.

This series of changes was completed in just a few seconds.

When the Celestial Fire Meteor, which burned with a long tail of flames, crashed down to the center of the battlefield outside the city.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into a momentary pause.

At this moment, time seems to have stood still.

Forthwith.

Bang!!

The sky is shattered.

It centers on Gray's burning landing point.

The earth turns into a circle of waves, rising in all directions, tumbling, and spreading.

One by one, the unconscious soldiers, in this heaven-shattering impact, did not even have time to scream, they were annihilated by the shock wave, shattered, and swept into nothingness.

Boom rumble!

The earth within a radius of thousands of meters was wailing and shaking.

Thick cracks opened in the ground, extending to the end of the line of sight.

The walls of the royal city also collapsed with a loud bang.

Barrett's figure flashed and disappeared from the collapsed wall.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the center of the battlefield that was completely shattered.

I saw that in the bottomless pit, the ink-black coal, like oil gushing out of the ground, rose up into the sky.

"Hahahaha!"

"How about this trick?"

Gray's ink-black figure shot out of the sprayed coal column and fell to Barrett's side with a click.

Between words.

His pitch-black body, as if it had faded, quickly changed back to its original appearance.

Except for his somewhat pale face, even the clothes on his body did not appear a single bit damaged.

Barrett nodded with satisfaction, "Nice power, it seems that you are really suitable for this fruit."

With that, he scanned the messy land in all directions.

"Let's go, it's time to head to the new world."

"I've been on the Great Route long enough."

"I haven't fought for three days, and my body is about to rust."

Gray was startled and shrugged, "Well, this fits your character very well.

He looked around and said, "Do my subordinates want to take them away?"

"It seems that some people are still alive."

"No thanks."

"The potential of these people has been almost exhausted, the innate talent is too inferior, you can pick new fighters in the new world."

"In addition, the soldiers are fast, we must travel lightly and go to Chambord Land as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Gray glanced around with some emotion, "I didn't expect that after more than forty years, I would still have a day to return to the new world."

"By the way, how are we going to leave?" Do you have a boat? "

Ship?"

"No need for that kind of thing."

Barrett was about to take off into the air, when suddenly his figure froze and looked at a clearing in the distance.

There was a cracked crevice, and below it was a bottomless, pitch-black abyss.

A black-haired boy with only one left arm left was using his only remaining arm to desperately climb the edge of the seam.

His cheeks, bleeding profusely from the previous broken arm, looked very pale.

But the boy was still gritting his teeth and insisting.

Barrett could see it.

The physical strength on this teenager's body has almost been consumed.

It should be impossible to send yourself to the ground with the power of one arm alone.

"Treadling..." The

ground shook, and dull footsteps reached No. 9's ears.

No. 9, who gritted his teeth, saw Barrett who appeared in his line of sight, and Gray, who was standing next to Barrett.

He noticed Gray's familiar face, his eyes moved slightly, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he did not dare to relax.

Seeing the boy grasping the edge of the seam, Gray's face was ancient, and he did not immediately step forward to rescue him, but looked at Barrett.

"He's Barrett's Unit, the new No. 9, a little guy who looks a little like you used to."

Barrett watched quietly, the teenager who was still gritting his teeth and insisting, suddenly said in an indifferent voice:

"If you can come up, I can take you to the new world."

"And, heal your arm."

No. 9 raised his gaze and met Barrett's indifferent eyes.

"I'll give you 10 seconds."

“10"

“9"

...

Without waiting for the teenager to think about it, Barrett began to count down.

On his face.

Neither shows appreciation for the teenager in front of him.

There is no mercy either.

As if it were just a temporary idea.

Yes or no.

Time is still passing little by little.

The boy in the crack in the ground was bloodshot in his eyes.

Just as Barrett counted down to '3'.

The young man suddenly gritted his teeth and plunged the bloody and broken elbow of his right arm into the dirt in front of him.

And the five fingers of his left hand, and then this heart-wrenching force, cut into the dirt and dragged him to the ground.

Boom.

No. 9's body rolled to the shattered ground, and the blood and flesh at the wound on the broken right arm were blurred.

Dust and dirt, as well as tiny pieces of rubble, mixed together to fill his wounds.

Large drops of sweat oozed from his pale face and dripped down.

Hoo hoo hoo.

The boy's chest heaved violently, and he gasped heavily.

The sharp pain in his arm and excessive blood loss made him dizzy in front of his eyes, his ears buzzed, and he was almost unconscious.

"Sure enough, people still have to push themselves to burst out stronger power."

"It seems that you fully grasp this, Barrett."

There was a hint of appreciation on Gray's old face.

The corners of Barrett's mouth rose slightly, and his mood suddenly became happy.

He leaned over and pressed a palm on No. 9's body.

Purple rays of light gushed out in waves, covering No. 9's entire body and spreading towards somewhere on the battlefield.

Soon.

A ray of purple light rolled a broken arm and retracted.

Barrett unleashed the recombination force of the combined fruit, breaking No. 9's severed arm into a pile of flesh and blood particles, and reconstructing a right arm that was no different from before.

Looking at the groggy teenager, Barrett grabbed his body with his hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed Gray's shoulder.

Gray didn't dodge, letting him grab his shoulders.

Then, in Gray's surprised gaze.

Barrett's burly body squirmed and changed, turning into a black and red mass of flesh and blood cubes, which turned into a giant eagle with a wingspan of more than 20 meters in the continuous flow and reorganization.

The two paws of the giant eagle clasped the bodies of him and Nine, and the wings flapped out, setting off a gust of air and rushing straight into the sky.