I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Before they even realized what was going on, the battle ended in a one-sided manner.

The mob panicked to get out of the way, but some of the transgressors transformed by Ivakov were desperate to snatch their king back from Sakalski.

"Once again, get out of the way!" Sakaski gave his final warning with a gloomy face: "Don't say that you are not predicting!"

But the fanatical transvestites turned a deaf ear to it, and just swiftly cast their punches in an attempt to break the admiral's wrist.

Sakaski just indifferently raised the target person high up this time, and bloomed a deadly flower of death to the group of transvestites who shook the tree.

"Scorching River·The End of Purgatory!"

Just like the name of the move, the large stream of magma gushing out from the magma fruit ability user swept out like a real long river, engulfing the transgressors who were close to him and other rebels who could not escape.

Facing the terrifying heat wave, Sakaski walked back to the camp set up by the navy.

"Tie it up, I want to live."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Can you treat my injury first?!" The big beauty Eva who turned into a girl tried to use her beauty to win a little bit of humane treatment.

"Aren't you afraid of infection?" Sakarski waved his hand thoughtfully, motioning for the medical staff to come closer: "Give her [water] to wash."

Eva stared in horror with one eye as she watched the military doctor approach her with a transparent bottle, but she could smell the alcohol wafting from the other's hand from a long distance away.

"Don't...don't come here! I'm dead!! Can't I die?! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ! ! However, it only discards the virus-like aggressiveness of the cell body and the pickiness of the owner.

Excellent adaptability helps it target more general population.

"Control yourself, control your cells!"

Vegapunk frowned, and gestured to the sweating experimental subject.At the same time, his hands are rapidly recording the physical characteristics of the experimental subject, as well as the rejection effect on the artificial devil fruit - and these are problems that the orthodox devil fruit does not exist at all.

"Sure enough, we are still a bit greedy, always thinking about strengthening the body and autonomously dispersing and aggregating cells together." The patriarch of the Vinsmoke family, who has several years of experience in genetic modification, explained the root cause of repeated failures in experiments. .

Seeing that Salazar was in such a miserable situation, Caesar also seriously reflected on his overly aggressive style: "Besides, simulating the elementalization of the natural system is really too difficult. I suggest starting with the animal-type devil fruit in the future, and gradually accumulate corresponding elements. data."

The skin all over Salazar's body quickly festered, and a new cortex grew out of the rapid cell growth.

Under such repeated torture, he continued to growl in a low voice.

While observing the vital signs on the other side of the screen, the joy on Caesar's face became more and more intense.

Even if Salazar keeps screaming, the data will not lie.

And this pain, after several hours, was finally forced to stop.

This compulsion comes from Salazar himself.

During the process of the body's continuous festering and regeneration, cells gradually turned into black smoke, and finally his whole body suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, and he broke free from the alloy material that restrained him.

"It's done!?"

The joy on the faces of the three scientists could not be concealed. Under the expectant eyes of the crowd, Salazar re-condensed into a human form in spite of everyone's expectations, panting heavily.

"You can pseudo-elementize?" Caesar ran to Salazar in surprise, but saw that the other party's expression was extremely painful.

Salazar can obviously feel the strengthening of muscles, but corresponding to it is the massive consumption brought about by the so-called "elementation".

Every dispersal, every coagulation is comparable to the physical strength consumed by a fierce fight. "I feel that my several times increased physical strength is not enough for me to condense three times..."

Only then did Salazar realize that he had been tricked.

The two scientists looking at each other were about to say something to appease Salazar, but the sudden applause from behind them made Caesar almost gasp.

"I just spent a few hours dealing with a bum, and you made me a big news without saying a word!" Sakaski's eyes were faintly burning with fire.

Several people turned around, only to notice that Sakaski stepped out of the portal born in the air, and was holding a miserable woman in his hand.

"Who suggested it?" The veins on Sakarski's temples gradually stretched, even Caesar and others could clearly see it.

Seeing that Sakaski was about to lose his temper, Caesar, who knew he was wrong, stammered and argued: "That... the three of us share..."

He turned his head, trying to reach a consensus with Vegapunk and the others, but all he could see was the fingers on the screen.

The fingers point neatly at one person, he Caesar himself.

"Go, give that estrogen injection." Sakaski greeted the shemale king who was almost beaten to death along the way, and he also used his armed domineering to hold down Caesar's body as he was about to leave.

Mr. Sa smiled proudly: "If you like making trouble so much, then let you really get fucked once."

Before Caesar could react, the female hormone of the Shemale King was injected into his body.

The origin of the title "Shemale King" is based on the technique of transforming men and women.

Caesar's already somewhat feminine face became softer, completely erasing the unremarkable toughness of his male face.

The Adam's apple shrunk rapidly, as written in a textbook, and the female secondary sexual characteristics grew strangely within a few seconds.

The pelvis widened, the voice became delicate, and the originally flat chest became choppy.

The lab coat collapsed loosely, revealing Caesar's graceful and plump curves.

Even Vegapunk, who has always ignored Caesar's funny comparison, shines.

Without waiting for the fleeting thoughts in Vegapunk's mind to dissipate, Sakalski spoke again: "M. Caesar Courant, um, M, the nickname of Aunt Mo is inexplicably appropriate for you!"