The Pirate Garen

Absalom's body has been strengthened by Dr. Hobak, and has the tenacity of an elephant, the strength of a bear, and the swiftness of a lion.

Even so, he was as insignificant as an ant in front of the furious Galen.

Absalom's beast body was brought to the extreme, but he could barely deal with Galen by relying on the narrow and complicated terrain on the sea ship.

"Play Qin Wang around the pillar with me?"

However, Galen sneered, and pushed the flame attached to the "Righteous Wrath" on the great sword to the extreme:

"cut!"

Galen's unique flame sword energy swelled to the extreme at this moment, and the sharp chopping waves with a width of more than ten meters instantly swallowed all the obstacles on the ship above the deck.

The masts, cabins, and sails were all submerged in a sea of ​​flames, and were instantly annihilated by the extreme high temperature, turning into piles of coke in an instant.

Moria's zombie soldiers were inherently afraid of fire, and facing Galen's incomparably hot golden holy flame, they were as fragile as thin paper, and would be burnt into black ash when they touched it.

The deck, which originally had several obstacles, was swept away by Galen's sword and turned into a flat ground with a wide view.

Absalom's terrified expression of wanting to cry without tears appeared in front of Galen so vividly:

"Why, why are you chasing me?"

Galen stared coldly, and stared out a bit of eagle-eyed Mihawk's sharp look:

"Why?"

"For your wretched nature, you deserve to die!"

"me"

Absalom's face flushed red, but he couldn't speak.

He is indeed not a serious person, the ability of the transparent fruit is basically used by this wretched guy as a tool to spy on women taking a bath.

The unknown nature was seen through by this strange knight, and Absalom faintly flustered;

And the undisguised murderous intent in Galen's eyes sent chills down Absalom's spine.

Not long after the stalemate between the two sides, Galen's figure turned into a ghostly phantom amidst the whistling sound of tearing the air, and rushed towards Absalom like lightning under the influence of the six styles of shaving.

At the same time, a loud shout exploded in the air:

"You and that nasty brat, neither one can escape!"

Abrarom's eyes went black for a while:

He really didn't know where he had offended the murderous god in front of him, and he didn't even know who that dirty brat who could stand alongside him was.

The only thing he knows is: If he doesn't run, he will die!

The ability of the transparent fruit was activated instantly, and the power of the beast on Absalom's transformed body also displayed unprecedented explosive power at a super-level in fear, and a shrill cry suddenly echoed on the ship:

"Master Moriah, save me!"

The transparent fruit lived up to its reputation, and Absalom disappeared from Galen's vision.

To make matters worse, Absalom's fruit ability was judged to be "invisible" by the system, and Galen's must-hit sword suddenly lost its target.

But that didn't bother Galen:

Today, he does not rely on ordinary attacks that must hit, but can still show the demeanor of a swordsman by virtue of his extreme control and skilled swordsmanship.

Although Absalom's body could not be seen, his heavy footsteps and heavy exhalation were as obvious to Galen's incomparably powerful hearing as a candle in the dark.

Galen can capture Absalom's body hidden in the transparent air by relying on his five senses alone.

He pretended not to know, but deliberately looked in the wrong direction.

And Absalom was obviously bluffed by Galen's reaction, and at this moment he relaxed and slowed down his escape.

Then, without looking at it, Galen casually threw the great sword in his hand to the side.

The whistling sound of the great sword piercing the air has not yet dissipated, but the muffled sound of flesh and blood being torn has already been heard.

The surging blood splashed out, and a bloody human figure was outlined in the air along Absalom's transparent body.

"ah!"

Accompanied by a cry of pain, Absalom's body was firmly nailed to the ground by the flying sword, and the ability of the transparent fruit also instantly failed in the severe pain of the serious injury.

"return!"

Galen, however, mercilessly recalled the great sword from the air.

Without the blockage of the sword blade, the wide wound on Absalom's body was filled with blood, and the blood on his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Galen held the big sword and walked slowly towards the dying Absalom. The blood on the blade kept dripping onto the deck, making a soft sound like the countdown to life.

Without any more gossip, Galen, who was determined to kill, just slowly raised the big sword in his hand.

But just as the blade was about to fall, a group of bats transformed into black shadows blocked Galen's sword one after another, preventing the sharp blade from advancing an inch.

"You can't kill him."

A dark shadow enveloped Galen from behind.

Galen turned around, and saw Morian's tall body with red and black wounds all over his body and his two blood-red, devouring eyes.

"how?"

Galen was not frightened by Moria, but just grinned mockingly: "Aren't you going to the navy for help?"

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Moria was silent for a moment, but clenched his fists and shouted tremblingly:

"Perona!"

"Take the lifeboat to that naval ship, and ask the navy for help in the name of my king Shichibukai!"

Galen looked at Moria with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and Perona was also slightly stunned and couldn't react.

Although Shichibukai is seen by outsiders as a running dog of the world government and an ally of the navy in official explanations, he is actually a pirate who maintains a neutral position.

These Seven Martial Seas are proud of their identity as pirates, each has its own independent forces, and will never show any good looks to their nominal allies.

For example, Moria used the navy's name to bluff others in order to protect himself, which is already a great shame for a pirate.

But now that Moriah really wants to use the title of "King Shichibukai" to seek the protection of naval allies, it can be said that his face is thicker than the city wall.

Even if Moria degenerated from a new star in the New World to a highway robber, he never thought that he would have such a shameful day.

However, he did it anyway.

"Don't be dazed, Perona!"

Moria's voice was a little hoarse, but full of a different kind of firmness in the depression:

"I rescued you three"

"It's not for you to die here!!"

"Lord Moriah"

Perona faintly felt Moria's burst of fighting spirit in the desperate situation, and couldn't help murmuring: "But."

"Go!"

Moria's eyes were filled with bright red blood, and he looked like a ghost:

"Abu Salom can't hold it anymore!"

Absalom clutched his chest, breathing hard and heavy like a broken bellows.

He didn't have the strength to speak much, and just collapsed on the ground powerlessly, looking at the group of black shadow bats tightly guarding him with the complicated eyes of a dying person.

"Yes!"

Perona nodded heavily, then turned around and ran towards the life raft with a few zombie soldiers.

Galen didn't stop all of this from happening, but just looked curiously at the big man who suddenly had the courage to stand in front of him:

"I remember, you seem to prefer zombie subordinates?"

"Why are you thinking about saving this guy now?"

There was a turmoil in Moria's heart, but in the end he didn't speak:

He did prefer immortal zombies, and he had never considered the three Absalom recruited later as true companions before.

His real companion had long since died in the new world.

But at the critical moment when the island sank, Moria made a choice that he couldn't even imagine.

The same is true now.

"You can't kill him."

A shadow surged from Moria's body, and the solid shadow turned into the most reliable shield and sharpest weapon on his muscular body.

This is the melee usage of his fruit ability, and he hasn't used the ability like this for a long time.

But being pushed into this situation, Moriah had no choice.

But the more desperate the choice, the more it made Galen feel a little headache:

He is not afraid of those fancy skills, this kind of lunatic who is driven to a dead end and still has fighting spirit, and still wants to fight him in close combat is the real trouble.

Crocodile had already made Galen suffer like this before he died.

Galen looked helplessly at the Absalom who was hiding away under the guard of Moria's shadow clone, and was quite unhappy.

But he still withdrew the sharp eyes he had nailed on Absalom, and looked squarely at Moria, the stubborn enemy who stood in front of him with flesh and blood:

"Looks like it's going to be a protracted battle."

Galen sighed softly, and sighed in a low voice:

"Oh, I clearly said that I don't need this skill."

"Spirit Turtle Stance!"

The phantom of the beast spirit and turtle quietly emerged, and a burst of green light burst out.