Looking at Crockdahl, who had been stabbed in the chest by himself, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel was first surprised, and then immediately laughed. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he thinks Crockdahl is crazy, otherwise how would he hit him with a knife?

At the same time, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel is not worried about whether Crockdahl has any intentions. It doesn't matter if there is a conspiracy, it is a fact that he has been so badly injured, and no matter how big the conspiracy is, it is based on strength. Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel is confident in his own strength and will never let Crockdahl succeed.

However, he never imagined that all this was a gamble made by Crockdahl for the result, so at the same moment Crockdahl also laughed, but his smile was masked by his hideous face, and was not discovered by Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, which made him lose his only chance to win.

Crockdahl was genuinely smiling, and when he saw Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's smile, he was convinced that he had won the gamble. He was very fond of gambling, so he ran a casino. Everything he did in the past and still is gambling, including the ancient weapon "Hades", the Ideal Township Project, and the current battle. It's all his casino, it's all his gambling game, and every time he puts all his net worth on it.

Thankfully, he hasn't lost yet.

Future?

Definitely not!

Blood splattered and splattered on Crokdahl's face, but he didn't care, instead looking even more excited. I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time, he is like a gambler who has gone crazy, if he fails, he will have nothing, or even lose his life, but if he wins, he will gain everything.

He has also experienced countless battles, but this kind of battle that gambles on his life is gradually leaving him after his more and more comfortable life, although his strength has become stronger now, but the feeling of fighting on the edge of life and death is gone.

Now's your chance to revisit!

Looking at Crokdahl's hideous face, a hint of alarm flashed through the Flying Squirrel's heart. Although he didn't know the reason for this warning, his body quickly drew his knife and retreated according to the warning, and this intuition formed by the experience of an unknown number of battles repeatedly made him have the last laugh in the fight to the death.

This time was the same, even if he hit Crockdahl hard, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel still didn't dare to be careless, and the warning was together, and his body had already moved before the thought was born.

However, this time it was different from the past, and the consternation that succeeded in striking Crockdahl, and the joy that followed, made him relax his body and spirit a little. The result of this slackness was that his body slowed down by half a beat. When he had to follow the swordsman's instinct to draw his sword and retreat, he had already been successfully approached by Crockdahl because of this almost momentary delay.

Fighting the heart-rending pain, Crockdahl gripped his chest muscles, stabbing the Flying Squirrel's knife firmly between his ribs. This is not a description, but it is really heartbreaking, because the knife of Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, piercing the lobe of his lung, narrowly slashed through the heart. If it weren't for his Devil Fruit ability's physique, he would only be more seriously injured at the moment.

Hideous, Crockdahl's body stiffened because of the pain, but he also managed to gather his last strength, broke free from the shackles of the poisonous hook, and hooked into the arm of Lieutenant Squirrel when Crockdahl's whole body crashed into the flying squirrel's arms - at the last moment, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel subconsciously raised his arm to resist - although it was only a little wound, it made Lieutenant Squirrel's body suddenly stiffen.

Crockdahl's hook contains a highly venomous venom taken from a highly venomous viper that is extremely corrosive to inanimate objects, but not to living objects. However, he paralyzes the nerves, and a little venom into the bloodstream can kill a person in a matter of minutes due to the neurotoxin.

What's more, in addition to this venom, the poisonous sand swarming out of the hook is also extraordinary. After all, it is something that can be used by Tagore as a mechanism, although I don't know where the toxin comes from, but at this time, it has played a powerful function, and the fierce corrosiveness is not only the rock and sand, but even the defensive layer built by the Flying Squirrel Lieutenant General using the armed color domineering outside the body has also been corroded, and the special effect of domineering to enhance the defense seems to have no effect in the face of this poisonous sand.

The domineering spirit attached to the arm of the flying squirrel, all it did was to shake the poisonous sand aside and declare it collapse.

Almost instantly, the invisible armor formed by the armed color domineering was broken by the poisonous sand, and then the venom was smoothly injected into the body of the flying squirrel. Because of the fierce battle, the vigorous blood qi of the flying squirrel at this time helped the operation of the venom anyway, and at the same time that the venom was injected into the body, it flowed all over the body with the pulsating blood.

Of course, although the venom is very toxic, for those who are strong, this toxin will only paralyze their nerves for a while, and will not really make them brain dead. However, this wave of paralysis is enough.

Krokdahl's body immediately lunged forward, overwhelming Lieutenant Squirrel's body as if he had lost his center of gravity, and then his right hand firmly grasped Lieutenant Squirrel's abdomen. At the same time, strands of sand were like ropes, binding him to Lieutenant General Weasel, and Crocdal's hideous face was only a few centimeters away from Lieutenant General Weasel.

Looking at each other, Krokdal saw his own hideous smile in the eyes of Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, and his murderous aura soaring to the sky.

......The desert within a ten-meter radius centered on Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel and Crokedar instantly dented, and the sand and gravel became even drier, and even the air seemed to have lost all moisture.

"Three...... Livelihood...... Dune! Crockdahl pronounced the name of the move word by word, and the yellow sand underneath suddenly swelled up several sand dunes in the shape of a three-sun moon, burying him and the Flying Squirrel in it.

Immediately after, the vivid vitality was absorbed by his right hand. On the other hand, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel suddenly dried up at this time, and in a few seconds, he turned into a mummy.

"Under the quicksand, quietly feel your weakness and powerlessness, Lieutenant General Weasel......" Crockdahl's voice sounded like a dream, and Lieutenant Weasel's body sank into the sand and disappeared.

"Huh...... The true essence of the fruit of sand...... Is that so? Crockdahl's weakness clearly felt that the life force sucked from the flying squirrel was fed back into his body. Not only physically, but this discovery shook his spirit.

Although there were very few returns, the effect was like sucking blood, which was enough to make Crockdahl inexplicably excited.

Patting the dust off his hands, Crockdahl sat down with difficulty, leaning against the bulging sand dunes behind him. Lowering his head to check, Crockdahl couldn't help but smile wryly, what a miserable victory! The hideous wound on his chest seemed to be more serious, and forcibly gathering his strength and activating the ability of the Devil Fruit made him feel like he was in a state of collapse.

"Always be fully prepared, it's really ......"

Crockdahl took out the medicine he had prepared in advance from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth. Immediately afterward, the power of the medicine worked in his body, and the pain was quickly relieved.

The breeze blew, and there was no longer the same violent momentum as before, which made Crockdahl also feel a rare trace of comfort. Raising his head, he looked in the direction of Albana's royal city.

"I hope there are no more variables......"

At this time, the ancestral hall is underground. King Kobra sat against the wall, quietly listening to Robin's story, although his face was pale, but his old heart couldn't stop turning waves.

The ancient weapon "Hades", sure enough, this stele records the news of the ancient weapon "Hades"!

Robin is worthy of O'Hara's genius, and he is meticulous in interpreting the stele, and the content of the translation is not ambiguous at all, and the words are extremely accurate. According to Robin's account, Kobra even had the image of the "Hades" in his mind, the heroic posture of that battle, and the infinitely powerful weapon......

"Goo ......" couldn't help but swallow his saliva even if Kobra had no ambitions, especially when he heard the location of the "Hades". Unconsciously, he clenched his fists, and a wave of fluctuations came from his body, like a living person, a moment ago it was a kobra, but now it has become a ......

Mr.2 von Kleigh!

This astonishing change didn't surprise Robin much, as if there was nothing left to make her lose her temper at this time. Gently stroking the uneven texture on the stele, Robin's voice became more and more lonely and empty.

“…… Von Clay, it's you. ”

"Scare?" On the contrary, von Clay himself was shocked, and somehow he took out a mirror and looked at it. I looked left and right, and finally made sure that I had accidentally changed back to my original form.

"Oops, I'm so excited that I lose control!" Von Clay chuckled.

"Huh...... Is everything arranged by the boss? Robin was stunned, "In terms of strategy, I'm really far behind...... However, the most important thing is that the location of the 'Hades' is still not known to you, and you will never want to know it again! After speaking, Robin's eyes became firm.

Now that the stuffing has been revealed, von Clay simply stood up and said: "Little Robin~ Thank you for the information, I believe the boss will be very satisfied~ Since the task is completed, then let's dance~" As he spoke, he actually clicked on the ground with one foot and spun in circles like a ballet.

"Hehe......" Robin smiled, but there was no trace of humanity in his smile.

"I am the 'son of the devil', the one who brings misfortune...... This kind of thing, it's better to be silent in the legend......"

"I thought this would be the place where that guy and I were sleeping, but now it's good to be you......"

With Robin's words, at the entrance of the ancestral hall, a huge stone fell, turning the place into a completely closed place. Looking at the size of the stone, it is definitely not less than a thousand catties.