Pirates: Invincible at the beginning

Even if his personality were a little softer, he would first distinguish between good and bad, distinguish the gap in strength, and then act, it would not be such an ending.

But, in this world, there are no ifs.

In his life, he should have killed quite a few people, and he never gave others a chance to beg for mercy, so...

boom--!

boom--!

There were two explosions, one in front and one in the back.

completely ruined this

, the strongest warrior in this generation of Sandia.

No matter how unwilling and ambitious he is, he can only disappear with the fire.

Sorata tilted his head, his face and eyes were reddened by the flames.

There was no fluctuation in the pale blue pupils.

Even if he sensed Weber's presence long before he appeared, even if Weber was wearing a mask, Sorata would still know who he was.

If it was before, Sorata would still consider whether he should show mercy.

After all, strictly speaking, this guy is not a bad guy.

but……

After so many things, since the last time he greeted the Navy, he will never speak to those who point guns and weapons at them and attack them. Show mercy.

Good or bad, good or evil.

Now that you have raised your weapon and fired, you have to bear the consequences of shooting.

Do you really think anyone can shoot them all?

Besides, this guy is not a navy. He may still hesitate to meet those navy who truly insist on justice and protect civilians, but he will not hesitate to meet these people who don't know what they are.

And this guy is not considered a commoner.

For civilians, he will not do it.

After all, when civilians saw them for the first time, they picked up weapons for a sense of security in their hearts and for self-protection, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Who told them that they were wanted criminals wanted by the world government and the navy!

Who told them to be bad guys in the hearts of common people!

Unless one day, the adventure group in his heart can really be recognized by the world, otherwise, no matter how many good things they do together, in the eyes of people who don't know them, they are born with nothing to do with justice. Just bring your own badass halo, it's useless for anyone to come.

He has experienced many things, and he is no longer the 30-year-old programmer who lived in a peaceful age in his previous life, nor is he the innocent, righteous guy who thought he was just when he first went to sea.

At this time, he is a real adventurer who pursues freedom, pursues adventure, and travels around the world.

He is also a world-leading powerhouse.

He never thought of himself as a pirate, even if the whole world thought he was a pirate.

For this point, he can clearly distinguish it, and he will remember it firmly, and he will persist in it for the rest of his life.

Because of people!

Sometimes as long as the position changes and the belief changes, it really changes.

He didn't want him to become a real pirate one day.

Chapter 172 Sky Knights, Gan Fall

"Old man!"

"Aren't you coming down for a chat?"

Sorata withdrew his gaze, raised his head, looked at a cloud shaped like a chicken leg in the sky, and shouted softly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of an old man wearing armor, a black cloak, and a long white beard behind the chicken leg cloud in the sky.

The old man held a huge spear in his hand, and stepped on the back of a pink-skinned bird with black spots.

The old man looked at the direction of the fire from below, his eyes were full of thoughts.

The strongest warrior of this Sandian generation, War Ghost Webber, is he dead?彡彡威凊

Die so easily.

Since his god position was snatched by Enilo 4 years ago, he has been hiding on a small island cloud outside the sky, working as a professional mercenary.

It is to help the people from Qinghai, to help them stop the attack of Sandiya or empty fish.

In the past few years, he and Weber have also played against each other many times. Although Weber will be repulsed by him every time, it does not mean that Weber is weak.

On the contrary, this guy, as a descendant of the great warrior "Kargara", was described by his fellow clansmen as terrifying like a ghost, but he was actually a very powerful guy.

However, it was such a powerful guy who was killed with a single shot when he faced the ship below.

Didn't even hide...

Do not……

It should be impossible to hide at all, so he died.

"Ha ha!!"

"Old man, do you want me to ask you to come down?"

At this moment, Sorata's chuckle sounded again in the old man's ears.

It was this light laughter that interrupted the old man's thoughts. He looked back, his face was serious, he hesitated for a moment, and he still lowered his head and said to the bird below him: "Pierre, since people have found us, let's go down See you!"

"Skin~"

Pierre yelled, flapped his wings, and swooped down.

Breaking through the clouds, the strong wind hit, and the sound of the wind kept humming in my ears.

And the old man on Pierre's back stood firmly on Pierre's back as if his feet had taken root.

Without the cover of the clouds, his eyes fell on the Liberty for the first time.

His gaze first glanced at Arlo, who was closing his gun in the middle of the deck, and then quickly looked away.

"That one is the shooter who killed Weber!"

even he

He also felt a deadly threat from the opponent.

He then looked towards the bow of the ship.

"Ok!"

His eyes froze.

"Another one!"

A blue-haired little girl who was more dangerous than the gunman gave him just now was lying on the deck chair at the bow, sucking juice and reading a newspaper.

On a knife rack next to her recliner, there were two long knives, one black and one white.

But the black-haired woman on the reclining chair on the other side of the little blue-haired girl didn't give him any sense of danger.

But the handsome man with a fishing rod sitting on the guardrail in front of the girls gave him a very strange feeling.

The man didn't have any aura. Apart from his outstanding appearance, he didn't feel any danger from the man.

But it was this man who was not in any danger, but the old man's already dignified expression was full of tension.

He had seen such a man in his life.

And only once.

Although the handsome man below is completely different from the man he used to be, but the special temperament that can't feel the momentum at all, but is very eye-catching, is actually the same.

And the man who used to be was the most powerful person he had ever met in his life.

Including the current god Enel.

The strongest in every sense.

Therefore, as long as the handsome man below is not an ordinary person, he should also be an unpredictable and powerful person.

And how could a man with this temperament be an ordinary person?

For such a strong man, he did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

Because such a strong man already has the ability to destroy the entire Angel Island.

Even if Anilu came to stop it, it was useless.

Even if Anilu ate the thunderous fruit known as the power of God, it was useless.彡彡威凊

So when he landed on the Liberty, he didn't dare to step on the guardrail like he landed on the Merry, but landed on the deck of the Liberty's bow.

"Skin~"

Pierre folded his wings, let out a loud cry, and stood proudly beside the old man.

The old man stood upright on the deck, with a huge gun in his hand, the tip of the gun on the deck, his hands on the top of the gun barrel, looking at Sorata and said in a serious tone: "I don't know why this gentleman asked me to come down?"

"Why don't you introduce yourself first?"

Sorata said without turning his head, then took the fishing rod in his right hand and pulled it up

.

Immediately, the sea of ​​clouds on the left front of the Liberty seemed to be about to rush out, the sea surface bulged upwards, and then a huge flat-bodied Sora was pulled up by Sorata.

"It's the dustpan fish again!"

Hearing the movement, Ah Hua, who was sitting cross-legged on the middle deck wiping the kitchen knife, immediately stood up, rushed to the bow, and stood beside Sorata.

He looked at the flat empty fish on the Kongtai fish ditch, with a look of disappointment on his face.

They are almost tired of eating this kind of flat fish these days. Because they catch a lot of fish, they even named this kind of fish, which is "dustpan fish".

Just like what Sorata thought at the beginning, no matter how delicious fish is, if you eat it every day, you will always get tired of it.

No, it was only 3 days before and after.

This guy Ahua despises this kind of empty fish that they just met and whose eyes shine.

"Don't you want to eat?"

"No, it's just a bit tired of eating, and I want to change the taste."

"Haha!! You bastard!"

Sorata pulled Sora Yu closer, and quickly inserted the fishing rod towards Sora Yu, and the fishing rod in his hand seemed to be a sword instead of a fishing rod.

Whoosh-!

A streak of silver-gray sword energy quickly shot towards Kongyu from the tip of the fishing rod.

No matter how Kong Yu struggled, it was useless.

The sword energy shot through Kongyu easily, and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds behind Kongyu.

But Kong Yu's struggling body immediately froze in place, and then quickly shriveled like a punctured balloon. Regardless of the size of this guy, only about 2 to 30 catties were left at the end.

Sorata pulled the fish up, took off the hook, and threw both the fish and the fishing rod to Hua.

"Didn't you see any guests? Hurry up and cook."

"Oh……"

Ahua took the fish and fishing rod, turned around, and stopped his eyes on the old man for a while, then quickly walked down the bow and headed for the kitchen behind.

When Ahua appeared, the old man had no chance to speak, and after Ahua left, he looked up at Sorata and spoke calmly.

“It’s really impolite to ask people questions right from the start.”

As he said that, he let go of both hands and raised the gun, instead of holding the gun with his right hand, he took a step forward, put his left hand on his lower abdomen, and bent slightly towards Sorata.

"You can call this old man 'Gan Fall'. I am a sky knight and a professional mercenary. I don't know what to call my husband? What advice do you have?"