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Anilu, who was honored to be the first resident of the place after it was built, was locked in a cage at this time. The cage is made of Hailou stone, and with its absolute strength and the effect of restraining the ability of the Devil Fruit, it can be said that the prisoners who are locked in it will never be able to escape.

Half of the cage is immersed in seawater, which is where the water prison comes from. The height of the sea water is also particular, and it is kept at a position where it is just soaked to the waist. In this way, the prisoners who are imprisoned can only stay standing at all times, and once they sit down, the sea water will overflow their heads, and the double torture of mind and body is called the water prison.

At this time, as the first guest of Anilu, his hands were handcuffed in the cage by the handcuffs made of Hailou Stone, and his body was wrapped in iron chains, and his lower body was also soaked in the sea at the same time. Because of the power of the sea, his body took on a soft lying sensation and hung there.

All the work is to ensure that he has no power to escape, only to experience despair helplessly.

"Whew!" there was a sound of water, and the sea water poured down from above the dungeon, drenching Anilu who had fallen unconscious. Agitated by the icy water, Anilu couldn't help but shiver and woke up.

When I opened my slightly confused eyes, my whole head was dizzy, and there was a kind of powerless pain all over my body. Everything in front of me seems to be a little illusory, with a guy who is constantly shaking the phantom......

Crockdahl?!

"Now...... Do you still have what you call pride?" Standing alone outside the water prison, Crockdahl teased Anilu with great interest, while the other party stared at him angrily, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

"Dare to blaspheme...... Belch...... What's going on? My power...... What have you done to me?" Anilu screamed in surprise when he suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong with his body.

The previous arrogance also disappeared with fear, and turned into panic. His pride came from his strength, and now that he had lost it, he was like the most fragile child. Even less than an ordinary child, the most proud things in the past were once broken, and the ensuing blows were not enough for him, a man who claimed to be a god, could bear them.

Anyone who has relied on something all his life has been dug up from the root and has not collapsed is enough to show that this person is strong.

"Oh, don't you have the strength?" Crockdahl looked at the other with disdain, "Don't you know anything about the Devil Fruit?

"......" Anilu listened, not saying a word, but his eyes revealed dazed and fearful.

"Hehe......" Seeing that Anilu didn't speak, Crockdahl also smiled and stood there coldly watching.

Is the thunder fruit indeed a very top natural fruit, and when it comes to power, it is definitely incomparable to its own rustling fruit. However, herein lies the problem, the stronger the fruit ability, the more difficult it is to cultivate. Moreover, cultivators are often blinded by the strength of the fruit's ability, and then it is difficult for them to progress.

Anilu was like that, he was absolutely outstanding when it came to talent, but he was so caught up in his own strength that his power came to a standstill.

"Ability is ability, and what you really cultivate is your own!" Crockdahl sighed to himself. This sentence is a warning to Anilu, and at the same time to himself.

But having said that, Anilu's strength can indeed become a strong party in the Great Route, but compared to the real top existence, it is one level lower.

If it is said that the strength of the people in the Great Voyage is ranked according to the rank of S, A, B, and C, excluding those miscellaneous soldiers, it is precisely the rank of the pirates who can occupy a place in the Great Voyage.

Among them, as a person with the ability of a natural fruit, he is inherently one step higher than others, and if he cultivates it, most of them will become an A level. Anilu's strength can be classified as A. Crockdahl thought to himself that his rustling fruit could only be regarded as medium in the natural system, and now it is estimated that it is in the A grade, but it can be regarded as the apex of the A grade.

Above the A level, it is the S level. It is estimated that the four emperors and their level can be classified into it, right?

Of course, the classification method of this level is just poisoned by various novels and anime before the time travel, and those who have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder have to be divided into three, six, nine, etc., but in fact, in the world of pirates, the ability to restrain alone is enough to break all these constraints.

Combat is not just a comparison of combat power on paper.

Anilu was drowning in fear of being stripped of his powers, and panicked. Opposite him, Crokodahl somehow suddenly fell into deep thought, and although he didn't say a word, the silence made Anilu even more frightened.

He has **, to conquer the infinite earth. And his ** dependence is on strong power, after the loss of power, he was hidden, rooted in the bottom of his heart survival instinct occupies all his thinking. Speaking of which, before obtaining the Thunder Fruit, Anilu's only wish was to obtain something better.

"After all, the strength of those men on my ship is estimated to be between C and B, and I can't even touch the level of A......, right?" Just imagine, the strength of several combat captains under "Whitebeard" Edward Newgoth is all A-level guys.

If you want to become the king of the pirates, you can only say that there is a long way to go!

Thinking about it, Crockdahl felt more and more that the forces he had achieved a little now were still not enough, especially compared to the top forces of the Great Route, a sense of urgency arose. Developing strong subordinates is his short-term goal, so now Anilu is the target he must recruit. Of course, he didn't show it in the slightest on the outside, and still looked at Anilu with a disdainful expression. But the thoughts that swirled in his heart were not enough for outsiders. Looking at Anilu's shocked and lost face, Crockdahl knew he had succeeded.

The so-called do not break and do not stand, break and then stand. If you want to successfully subdue a guy who once stood on the highest point and was full of arrogance, then you must first completely defeat his arrogance. secondly, he can do what he likes and prescribe the right medicine, or lure him to advantage, or use power to suppress others, or play the emotional card, and then he will come whatever he wants.

People often remember only the people who helped them when they were most down, and they will not remember the friends who contributed silently behind the scenes, and the nature of people is really sad.

Looking at Anilu's mental state, Crockdahl knew that his plan had been initially successful.

As a high man, Anilu is in charge of the power of life and death of others, and he takes and takes from others, relying on his great strength. The ability of the Thunder Fruit has been relied on for a long time, and now that he has been deprived of it, he will naturally fall into a state of panic. With nothing to rely on, Crockdahl believes that the day the other party collapses is the day he succeeds.

It's a fun experience to play with people's hearts.

Of course, he also thought about the situation where Anilu would be tough to the end, in that case, the other party would be a person with the qualifications of a top powerhouse! If that was the case, he would not be soft-hearted......

At this time, the sudden loss of his most important thing is equivalent to a spiritual collapse, if it were not for the status and pride that supported him, Anilu may have lost all the will to live long ago.

Now, I just hope that Anilu is a handsome man, so that he can waste less saliva.

Anilu bowed his head in contemplation, as he thought. Crockdahl smiled slightly, turned to open the door, and left the cell.

"Squeak!"

The heavy door slammed shut behind him, cutting off the space Anilu was in once more. In the darkness of the cell, there was enough for Anilu to think about. And Crockdahl also knew that this thinking would not be able to achieve results in a while, anyway, he was not in a hurry, and the journey of the Great Voyage had just begun.

Leaving Anilu behind, the next few days of the voyage were also boring and boring. Every day, I don't look at the changes in the weather or watch the words between a few of my subordinates, and occasionally look at it with interest, but it's boring to see too much.

On this day, it is still a sunny day, the ship is still busy, the person who commands with the whip is still so sexy and sultry, and the person who serves him is still charming and secret. Those who should practice are practicing, those who should be lazy are lazy, and those who should be ** are still **.

The only change, though, is that today is a different day. Through the shouts of the lookouts, a fleet lay out in front of them in front of Crockdahl. Just like a few days ago, it's the navy's fleet, but looking at the paint on the sides of their battleships, it doesn't belong to the same number as the previous fleet.

"Hey~ This navy is really, it didn't work in such a big battle last time, and this time the fleet of less than twenty ships wants to stop me?" Crockdahl chuckled, "Go up and destroy it." ”

Since they have been targeted by the navy, if they always dodge, there will only be a steady stream of flies to harass them. Rather than doing this, it is better to fight well, and only when they are hurt and beaten hard, and let the navy know that it is not beneficial to fight with them, can these troublesome things be fundamentally eliminated.

Just like the Four Emperors, their status has been established by fighting! Nowadays, people like the Four Emperors will not have a navy to brush the tiger's whiskers.

The root of this is the gap in strength.

"It seems that the Navy still doesn't treat me as an untouchable being, so ......" Crockdahl smirked, "are you ready to play the overture of death, little ones?!"