I, the Pirate King of the East China Sea

"I seem to have seen this murloc before?"

Moria frowned slightly.

He couldn't remember the appearance of the murloc either, but with Aaron's shot, his attention also fell on him, and he strode towards him.

Moria's shadow separated from his feet and turned into black shadow bats flying all over the sky, surrounding Aaron from all directions.

"It's annoying!"

Aaron's chainsaw and broadsword swung vigorously, splitting the black shadow bats.

But the bat that had just been split twisted in the air, and turned into a bat again, flying towards his body and biting continuously.

"Shadows don't have entities... Hehe, even if you master the weapon color, you can't cut anything."

Moria sneered, and his huge body stood in front of Aaron, casting a shadow.

Ten years later, he has returned to his youthful demeanor, his body has changed from bloated to strong, and he feels quite oppressive.

Moria's tactic this time is a blitzkrieg. He wants to catch the hostages as quickly as possible before Sig returns.

Therefore, he completely abandoned the previous style of shrinking behind the powerful zombies and rushing into the battlefield in person.

……

On the other side, the night wind suddenly rose.

In the bitter night wind, there seemed to be a black phantom flashing past, and occasionally a zombie suddenly disintegrated on the spot, as if cut by some kind of sharp blade.

"what happened?"

"Who is attacking?"

"Why was I cut open? Ah...my head?" A zombie grabbed his head that had just fallen from his neck.

Baiji Crowe was the captain of the Black Cat Pirates.

In the night, his movements are as dexterous as a cat, flashing quickly in the shadows, and the cat's claws in his hands are constantly drawing out while running fast.

"Zombie..." Crowe frowned slightly.

His attacks are precise and deadly, with every strike aimed at the enemy's vitals.

But the key point is relative to the living. For these zombies, Aaron's open and close attack method can directly dismember the bodies of the zombies.

"I don't seem to have a sense of smell or pain either... It blinded my performance for nothing."

Crowe shook his head.

When Aaron held Moria's attention, he ran through the zombie crowd at an extremely fast speed. Except for the areas where stunned guards were stacked, he almost ran around half of the battlefield.

His attack just now was just casual, and his real purpose was not here.

As an ability user of the methane fruit, he was also rapidly releasing methane while running at high speed.

After running a few laps, the methane had almost covered half of the battlefield where the zombies were.

"Fireworks, it's time to start."

He took a short breath, and took out a lighter from the jacket pocket of his black suit.

Ignite it and throw it towards the crowd of zombies in the distance ahead.

Sisi...

The small flame of the lighter expanded rapidly in the air, turning into clusters of blue-white flames that burned rapidly in the air.

then.

Boom boom boom boom!

Continuous explosions and flames sounded uninterrupted from all directions, covering half of the battlefield in an instant.

Those zombies were immediately swallowed by the violent explosion caused by the methane gas. Even if they were not blown up to the sky on the spot, they were all ignited by the flames, turning into burning men and screaming.

Although there is no pain, the fear of the fire is still rooted in their memories.

"These stupid zombies..."

Crowe shook his head:

"It's too easy to succeed. It seems that Moria's subordinates don't have enough strong men, not even strong zombies to restrain me a little bit. It's just a useless sea of ​​people."

"The blow just now was too successful. At least [-]% of the zombies were killed. Now we have the upper hand."

As he was talking to himself, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he turned his head to look.

In the blue-white sea of ​​flames, a strong wind suddenly howled past.

A tall, pale man stepped out of the sea of ​​flames, his jet-black hair fluttering in the wind.

Although this person was dead, he had undergone a good embalming treatment, and his face was lifelike. At first glance, he looked like a normal human with a pale complexion.

"This guy... who is he?"

Sweat dripped quietly on Crowe's forehead.

He couldn't even tell whether the person in front of him was dead or alive.But from this person's aura, one can see how extraordinary he is.

"Who am I, you ask?"

The pale man also seemed a little dazed. He looked at his hands with a hesitant expression.

And Crowe has already moved.

He seized the opportunity at this moment, and his figure disappeared into the night in an instant.

Crowe was running like thunder, and the cat's claws in his hands dragged out blue and white swamp gas flames, which were hardened and dyed jet black by the domineering armed color, and grabbed the pale man's face fiercely.

This claw caught the howling wind!

Afterwards, there was a metallic brittle sound.

Crowe's cat paw stayed in front of Zombie Rocks' face, and he stretched out a hand and firmly grasped the wrist.

His pupils dilated slightly. This pale man seemed to have a huge strength that did not match his appearance and size. He was completely powerless to break free...

Before he could figure it out, the zombie Rocks stretched out his palm like lightning, and slapped Crowe's face with a slap.

Snapped!

A crisp sound echoed in the manor under the night.

Crowe looked at the palm on his cheek in a daze.

He slapped himself?

No... not a slap, it was like a quick but light hand on his cheek.

Under the domineering hardening of the armed color, Crowe didn't even feel any pain.

What surprised him was that the pale-faced man also looked at him with a blank expression.

Under the moonlight, the two of them were almost close to each other, looking at each other with dazed eyes.

"Why are you alright?" The pale-faced man withdrew his palm in confusion.

And Crowe took advantage of this opportunity to exert his strength, and finally broke free from the grasp of the pale-faced man.

The two looked at each other under the moonlight, lost in thought for a moment.

But at this moment, a crisp sound of Dang sounded from a distance.

The humming of the chainsaw finally stopped.

The big serrated knife was blown away, whirled in the air, and stuck upside down in the soil.

"First……"

Moria grinned, and he lifted Aaron up with his big hands, and the big scissors in his hand were about to cut off Aaron's shadow.

And at this time.

A deep man's voice suddenly sounded in the night.

"enough."

The voice was low and cold, without any obvious emotion.

But the moment Moriah heard it, the big scissors in his hand stopped moving.

He raised his head in a daze.

The bright moon hangs high.

On the roof of the mansion, a slender man stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his back facing them, the cold moonlight fell on his shoulders, and the shadow was stretched by the moonlight.

"You are……"

Moriah's joy just now gradually turned into anger. As soon as he grasped Aaron in his hand, the veins on his pale face burst out.

"S-----G-----" He growled angrily from his throat.

On the roof of the mansion, Sig turned around silently, and a handsome face with a bland and blissful appearance appeared again.

He lifted his chin slightly, as if he was looking down at Moria and the others at his feet, with a calm expression on his face that seemed to be a half-smile.

"It's not bad, I didn't escape." Sig commented lightly:

"In this world, there are not many people who dare to face me."

"You ---" Moria's face was flushed red, and as soon as Sig came out, he was already too angry to control himself.

But then a cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

Sig's words are indeed arrogant, but he does have the qualifications.

Moria couldn't help turning her head back, and her eyes fell on the pale man in the distance.

There, Zombie Rocks also raised his head in a daze, staring fixedly at the figure standing on the roof of the mansion.

And in the different space beside Zombie Rocks, General Dole also widened his eyes and almost stopped breathing.

It's him!

It must be him!

Dole will never forget this face, and that expression of ridicule that was always indifferent!