Pirate’s Brood Order

“Blasting the whole body!”

The body inflated to the extreme like a balloon, the terrifying dazzling light illuminates the entire space for an instant, and the sound of hong long long explosions is dull and raging.

The scarlet flame is raging, the terrifying air wave is rolling in the cramped space, and the high-pressure transpiration air flame melts the sand particles on the ground into a charred liquid, and the mirrors all around shook like steel. With sound, the smooth and smooth mirror surface forms a counterclockwise rotating vortex, and the black liquid air pressure of the explosion sputters on it to form agitated ripples, and the steaming of hot air floats white smoke from the vortex.

Gladius’ body is folded back to its original shape, gasped for breath staring at all around the surrounding mirror blockade, the figure of Gana, the seventh apostle in vortex, stands behind vortex, those exploding fire wave diamonds In the vortex, it seems to be distorted and elongated in the mirror, and the seemingly short distance is so close, yet worlds apart, the body in the mirror is always the thickness of a finger.

One refers to the thickness, which is about the true thickness of a mirror, but in the mirror this distance seems to be stretched strangely into an insurmountable chasm.

“Is the attack completely ineffective?” Gladius stared at the unscathed Gana in the mirror in despair. He was clearly in the center of the heat wave, but he felt like falling in a ice hole, cold sweat on his hands and feet. It’s cold.

“The Seventh Apostle Gana?” Gladius’ lips were dry, and he muttered to himself, then stared at the mirror and opened his palms, a vague illusory shadow swelled sharply, The splendid explosion heat wave bounced back from the mirror, and terrifying flames and high temperatures swept from all directions.

In the deep red explosion, Gladius disintegrated every inch and turned into coke, and his body turned into fly ash. The last question left in his mind did not have a chance to speak: “Since there is the seventh apostle, then Are there other apostles?”

The coke was broken into fly ash and fell on the desert with the raging air waves. A mirror overlapped in midair, and Gana walked away from the mirror. When he came out, the mirror on the back suddenly shrank. Small Accomplishment palm-size was placed flat on his palm. He glanced casually at the ashes on the ground, then lifted the mirror and combed his hair before lifting his foot to leave the scene. The mirror contracted strangely and condensed into a glass bead which he stuffed into the pocket of his jacket, and the sound of clanging and collision came out as he walked.

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The dazzling sunlight shone on the short golden hair, and the pink feathers were blown by the wind to reveal an unbuttoned white shirt, Doflamingo looked down Looking at his reflection in the sea, the right cropped trousers and red pointed leather shoes paired with the scarlet sunglasses on his face, the whole person reveals a unique and dangerous temperament, but the blood tattoo on the chest is destroyed In addition to the overall beauty, it seems out of place.

It was an unfinished tattoo, it was a woman’s face, but it was neatly truncated and only half of the nose, the mouth and a resentful eyeball, the red lines look like people The blood drawing gives a feeling of have one’s hair stand on end.

Doflamingo tried to get rid of this tattoo. He used many methods, but to no avail. Even if he self-mutilated the whole tattoo and cut off the skin and flesh, the regrown flesh would be Grow the tattoo together, as if that human face has completely become a part of his body and cannot be parted.

Behind his standing is a huge factory. The factory is full of porters and workers, and some of them are not human-like, just like toy dolls who are tireless Work.

“Young Master, the man has brought it.”

In the sound of clanging and shackling, he was holding a plum crutches with a half-snot on his face, looking very sloppy. Trebol, the senior cadre of the Don Quijote family, walked over with a sniffle. Behind him was a middle-aged man carrying a toolbox, his legs trembling and could not stop trembling.

Doflamingo turned around and was nearly 3 meters tall, shrouded in light and shadow. He looked at the middle-aged man with an inexplicable smile on his face and said, “I heard that your tattooing technique is very good. , Then look, how can this tattoo on my chest be cleaned off?”

The bloody and strange half-face of the scared tattoo artist turned pale, and he shivered from the toolbox. Taking out some tools, Doflamingo put his hands in his trouser pockets and allowed the tattoo artist to tremble on him. After a while, the tattoo artist wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and said: “Very weird dye, the color is like solidified blood , I can’t wash it off.”

“Can’t it be washed away?”

The air seemed to freeze, Doflamingo licked his tongue, and suddenly said with a smile: “Since washing If you don’t lose it, please draw me this incomplete tattoo intact!”

“Okay, okay!” The tattoo artist who almost thought he was about to be killed was nodded like garlic Pour out various dyes from the toolbox and start to adjust the colors.

Doflamingo watched the dye prepared by the tattoo artist, his little finger moved suddenly, and a worker carrying steel bars not far in front suddenly came over here uncontrollably, screaming in horror on his face, stop Beside the tattoo artist, he grabbed one end of the steel bar with his hands, and lifted the other sharply toward his throat.

“No, don’t…”

The cry stopped abruptly, the steel bar pierced the throat, the scarlet blood dripped down the steel bar, Doflamingo’s little finger twitched and modulated The dye basin of paint fell into his hand, and he poured the waste material in the dye basin into the sea water for a while, and then he held the dye basin to catch the dripping blood.

Tick, tick…

The tattoo artist’s Adam’s apple squirmed, he looked up at the shadow that blocked the sun, and the worker’s corpse stood silently beside him. With a pleasant smile on Doflamingo’s face, he thoughtfully handed the dye basin over and said: “This color is right!”

“gu lu!”

The tattoo artist’s hands trembled He took the dye basin, his nose was pungent and bloody. He suppressed the vomiting in his stomach, and quickly poured some ingredients into the dye basin for preparation.

Trebol beckons with the hand, a few workers lay down and built parasols and deck chairs. Doflamingo lay on it, watching the sea quietly, and saw a shuttle-shaped sea boat in his eyes. A white mark was drawn on the sea, and it was approaching at an extremely fast speed.

“gu lu…gu lu…”

Den Den Mushi’s voice sounded, Doflamingo picked up Den Den Mushi, and the voice of Crocodile on the other side came out: “Doflamingo, you say Can the dead be resurrected?”