Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

Chapter 5: black sand

Oasis Station Shantana, southeast.

This is an uninhabited desert.

About a dozen people of the chaotic army who had just been let loose on purpose by Rowan had all fallen to the ground at this moment, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

There are two states of them.

First, all the water in the body has been sucked dry, and it looks like a mummified corpse;

Second, the gravel spear pierced through the body, and either died on the spot, or lost too much blood and was unable to get up.

The two who caused such a situation were standing not far from the chaotic army, facing each other.

…

The hot wind in the desert blew the purple ribbon and the black coat.

Crocodile took a cigar, raised his eyebrows, and joked: "What a 'kind' king, very Alabasta's style."

Rowan smiled, "Why do you say that?"

"Hey, those guys are rebels, they have violated your country's territory!"

Crocodile shrugged and joked: "If I were you, I wouldn't poked them into a hornet's nest, but I wouldn't stop."

However, Rowan's answer was beyond Crocodile's expectations.

"Really? So someone didn't die."

Hearing this, Crocodile was stunned for a moment, "You don't know?"

Rowan shook his head and corrected, "It's 'don't care'."

Crocodile frowned slightly.

Rowan continued: "I only care about the direction and the opponents on the way."

"As for them, they are not qualified to be my opponents, so I don't care."

Hearing Rowan's words, Crocodile laughed suddenly, his shoulders shaking.

"Hahaha, as expected of an old monster from 800 years ago, it's so conceited that it makes people uncomfortable!"

"so…"

Crocodile lit some cigar ashes and looked up at Rowan, "Why did you lead me out alone?"

Cobra could see Rowan's thoughts, and Crocodile also guessed Rowan's purpose!

The reason why he let loose a small group of rebels was to create time alone with the sand crocodile!

Rowan was not surprised. After all, Crocodile was a person who was very good at intrigues. It would be best to get straight to the point when contacting such a person.

"You brought the chaotic army into the territory?"

Rowan's question was simple and straightforward, and Crocodile answered it neatly.

"Yes."

He nodded, stroked the golden hook on his left hand, and asked, "Then Mr. King eight hundred years ago, guess why I did this?"

Rowan thought for a while and replied, "You want to test the power of this country so that you can plan your next plan."

"As for your real purpose—"

Rowan grinned, "Nefirutali once told me back then that he was tinkering with some very complicated things, like what they were called..."

His next words made Crocodile's pupils shrink.

"Ancient weapon—[Pluto]."

As soon as these words came out, Crocodile's face suddenly sank, and a sinister smile slowly emerged.

"It seems that my investigation is in the right direction."

"That's why, Mr. King, who is too smart, I can only ask you, who was just resurrected, to die again."

Rowan was a little surprised, "Hey, are you going to do something with me here? How will you explain it to Cobra and the others?"

Crocodile smiled and said: "An old king who felt the danger of the nation and disappeared again after his appearance; and an old monster who had been dead for 800 years, but was resurrected again, you are the second kind, but you can also be the first. A sort of."

Rowan thought for a while, and it seemed that there was some truth to it.

After all, he was able to reopen his eyes after 800 years, which was something he never thought of!

"What an impulsive crocodile."

Rowan hooked his fingers, the gravel surged, and a gravel soldier stood up from the ground.

"What are you going to do with my soldiers?"

Crocodile grinned suddenly, with a ferocious smile on his face, "Don't bluff me, you paper tiger!"

Immediately, a sandbag suddenly gathered from his right palm.

Swish!

He swung his right hand vigorously, and the violent sandstorm tornado went straight to the gravel soldier.

boom!

The gravel soldiers were instantly shattered and scattered into countless yellow sand.

Crocodile shouted: "What if there are 10,000 such things that deal with trash fish!"

"On this sea, personal strength is absolute!"

Rowan didn't answer, but raised his left hand and summoned more gravel soldiers.

Holding spears in their hands, they charged towards Crocodile!

Crocodile let out a low growl, twisted his body, and a huge gravel machete came out of him.

Desert Sword!

Swish!

The blade slashed and cut off all the surrounding gravel soldiers!

One of the gravel soldiers with only the upper body left was struggling, and Crocodile stomped his head on, and then slammed hard.

boom!

The gravel soldier's head was crushed, and his body instantly became invisible.

"This kind of toy might have worked 800 years ago, but it doesn't work anymore, old antique!"

Crocodile suddenly leaned down and stepped forward!

Ode!

In the desert, the speed of the sand fruit person can reach astonishing levels.

In a split second, Crocodile was close to Rowan's body.

The protective cover on the gold hook on his left hand was taken off, and the sharp hook pressed against Rowan's neck.

Above it, the dark purple liquid slowly descended, corroding the gravel on the ground to form a small pit.

That's venom.

As a shasha fruit person, Crocodile knows his own weaknesses.

As long as the ability user is stained with liquid, that part will temporarily lose the ability of elementalization, and can be hit by physical attacks.

Now, Crocodile's venom-stained hook has resisted Rowan's vitals!

He said with a gloomy smile: "You may be good at marching and fighting, but your body should be too weak, or you won't be able to create so many gravel soldiers to protect you!"

"Now that you're going to die again, how do you feel?"

Rowan thought for a while and suddenly asked, "Don't you want to know about [Pluto]?"

Crocodile was overjoyed.

He didn't immediately kill the killer, that's all!

Eight hundred years ago, the old monster who single-handedly created the Alabasta Empire, an old guy from the same period as the first generation of Tianlong people, such a person must know something!

Crocodile nodded, "Yes, you say."

Rowan shrugged and looked apologetic.

"Well, Neferutari should be very clear about this, why don't you try and see if you can revive him too?"

Crocodile: "..."

She was stunned for a few seconds.

Sand Crocodile, angry!

With his left hand, he was ready to kill this fiery old monster.

But at this moment, Rowan suddenly said, "Little Crocodile, you actually said three things wrong."

Crocodile was stunned for a moment, but suddenly a grain of sand floated in front of him.

Um?

What is so special about a grain of sand?

very special.

Because it is a black sand.

There, Crocodile felt a force he was all too familiar with.

Armed and domineering!

In the next second, a feeling of extreme danger flooded into Crocodile's heart.

He immediately raised the golden hook to block.

In an instant, a black spear flashed by!

Ding!

The crisp metal collision sounded, and Crocodile's expression suddenly turned into a grin.

numb.

With just one collision, his left arm was almost completely numb!

The strength is so great!

Crocodile took a few steps back before finally stabilizing his body.

Rowan's voice came.

"The first thing, I am the emperor, not the king."

Crocodile looked up again, and saw that the scepter in Rowan's hand had been covered by the dark armed color domineering. The scepter that looked like a long spear had now become a scepter. A genuine armed-colored spear!

huh...huh...

The wind in the desert is blowing.

Countless gravels surged beside Rowan.

For those with the ability to rust fruit, this is not difficult to do.

But what really surprised Crocodile was that there was a part of black gravel mixed in the sand!

Those are all sand wrapped in armed domineering!

"The second thing—"

Rowan held the spear in his hand, and after turning the barrel of the gun with his backhand, the tip of the spear pointed down obliquely, and walked slowly forward in the surging gravel.

With every step, it seemed as if a thin curtain of gravel had been torn apart.

"In that era of hegemony and melee, whether it's a battle between individuals or a war between countries, it's far more cruel than you think."

"So, I'm very good at fighting."

shuh... shuh...

The surging speed of the black gravel gradually increased, and four black sandstorms converged behind Rowan.

Four figures gradually formed in the sandstorm.

The sound of metal colliding and rubbing could be vaguely heard.

Crisp and nice.

Rowan took a step, walked through the floating gravel, and came to Crocodile.

Behind him are four soldiers whose bodies and spears are completely dark!

They are like the most loyal guards, guarding around Rowan.

Rowan looked at Crocodile and said slowly: