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

The fundamental prerequisite for these two people to successfully achieve or implement this plan is that Kaido has attracted enough firepower.

The original tactics drawn up by Golden Lion Shiki are extremely compatible, whether it is Kaido dividing up the huge combat forces such as Aokiji and Kizaru in the sea area of ​​​​the New World, or disrupting the situation on the battlefield and attracting Sakaski or Sengoku Shot to personally intercept.

Even if there are still one or two top fighters left in the navy to intercept the Golden Lion and Whitebeard, both of them are confident that they can easily kill through the army formed by the navy in a one-on-one situation with the general.

It is a pity that this plan was ruthlessly counterattacked in its infancy.

Kaido's temporary betrayal completely ruined everything.

Because the dragon's senses and views on the entire pirate group don't have the kind of special feelings similar to Newgate's.

Who is the final winner of this war is by no means the primary concern of his concern, whether it can be fought heartily or not is the key that the war maniac thinks over and over again.

The Navy Headquarters and the Black Sail Alliance, no matter who wins this war, no one can kill the dragon, not even Kaido himself.

The giant dragon, who lacks any worries, is completely different from Whitebeard and others in terms of thinking about problems.

"That's why I blame myself~" Polusalino squeezed the living doll that was still flopping in his hand in his spare time, and said with a smile.

Seeing the dragon-horned girl staring intently at the dragon-shaped pillow in her palm, the slick and slick Lord Yellow Ape instantly understood.

He tossed [Fighting Street Dragon] to the girl, took off his glasses and heaved a sigh, twisted the corner of his coat and wiped it gently.

"Huh, what a troublesome opponent." Rao Zefa couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. He had faced countless enemies in his life and had seen all kinds of people.

But Kaido is the only one that makes his memory fresh.

"In a sense, Kaido's behavior is closer to the gods and demons in mythology." The old man smiled kindly, and touched the dragon horn on Chen Sir's head with a good feel.

Seeing that the girl was puzzled by her words, Zefa did not pretend to be profound, organized the language in his mind, and explained as simple and understandable as possible: "The tenacious life physique that is difficult to kill makes Kaido essentially Lack of respect for life.

It is precisely because life is so fragile that people try to live each day to the fullest without regrets.

What is gone will no longer exist, and often it is all about risking everything that is cherished.

However, everything in the world is just a game for Kaido, and there are countless capitals to start over.

As the old man said before, he is like a moody god who spends a lot of money and doesn't care about winning or losing the game.

Relying on too powerful power, but acting without taboos, wantonly meddling in the world. "

Sengoku, who stepped closer to Zefa, took the topic and concluded: "This also explains why Kaido has always lacked purpose in his actions, because all the motives of this bastard's behavior are based on his fun, On a whim basis."

Speaking of this, Warring States suddenly felt a little annoyed.He couldn't help rubbing his temples, and complained: "So the old man has been trying to figure out the psychological dynamics of this bastard all these years... What is he trying to figure out?"

Right now Kaido can no longer pose a threat, but Sengoku still can't help but want to drag this Tie Hanhan out and beat him up.

"That is to say, there are only... Marko and others left unsolved?" After experiencing the previous superb performance, Kuzan, who frowned, was thinking about something.

Changing his laziness, he strode towards Sakalski.

It's just obvious that the reckless man who pretended to take over the battlefield didn't intend to share his prey with his companions.

"Go away, a pirate group that is absent from the Four Emperors still needs you to help me!? Believe it or not, you will beat me up together?" Sakaski, who kicked Kuzan far away, twisted his neck , Amidst the creepy creaking sound, he raised his chin towards the pirates: "Don't make unnecessary struggles, you are surrounded by the old man."

That natural tone seemed to be stating some common-sense established concept.

Sakaski stared at the remnants of the Black Sail Alliance who were confronting him a few meters ahead.

The fall of both Whitebeard and Golden Lion did break down the fragile psychological defenses of many pirates, but the group in front of him is worthy of being the backbone of the Four Emperors Group.

After the death of the backbone, not only was there no defeat, but the dispersed personnel were orderly collected, and the available combat power was re-integrated.

Turning grief into action, the underdogs gathered into a powerful and unshakable force, trying to resist the humanoid natural disaster in front of them.

The frenzied and violent magma poured out from Sakalski's shoulders and arms, implying that the lava of destruction and reshaping slammed forward with an unrivaled posture.

The fiery magma surges invaded the pirates' foothold, and the lava close to the ground continuously burned the soil layer, making a dangerous neigh like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue.

The crimson liquid magma flows continuously

From the pool of purgatory swamp opened with Sakaski as the core, it swallowed and swallowed wantonly.

It looks like the fire-burning thick clouds hanging down from the sky at sunset, but they are so thick and dense that you can't breathe.

The "tide" was getting higher and higher, making it impossible for Marko and others to see Sakaski's behavior behind the lava curtain that swept towards them with the naked eye.

The giant lava screen that devoured people instantly blocked the pirates in all directions, as if they were determined to bury the remaining hundreds of elite pirates alive in one fell swoop.

The sharp sword light turned into countless rose petals floating in the air, shooting towards the fiery waves that could engulf them all.

The pair of wings shrouded in blue flames resolutely collided with the monstrous magma, and then countless fist shadows flashing dazzling colors rushed forward layer by layer, meeting the magma wall attacking from the other side.

The combined efforts of the captains repelled the ferocious and furious erosion of the ground fire, and temporarily pushed back the lava purgatory that was constantly engulfing everything by several meters.

But the magma swamp lingering around this area still hasn't disappeared, slowly flowing not far away.

A deep and thick voice penetrated the molten curtain and quietly exploded in the ears of the pirates.

It is as vast and erratic as an ancient and long river:

"Are you afraid? Are you frightened? Or, are you in awe?"

With a tense face, Marco roared loudly towards the curtain: "Stop wishful thinking! Red dog!"

They may die here today, but if Akainu wants to force them to admit that they are afraid of death and fear the navy, that will never happen.

Immediately, George, who had a thick arm cut off abruptly by the three great swordsmen as a whetstone, also yelled: "How could we be afraid of you?"