"It's windy......" Crockdahl looked up slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly from the wind and sand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It seemed to echo this gust of wind, and the flying sand wind turned, and the small whirlwind in his hand instantly turned into a flying sand whirlwind several meters high, and this growth had no intention of stopping.

It is impossible to tell whether it was the wind brought by the whirlwind, or whether the wind triggered the growth of the whirlwind, but as the wind blows, the whirlwind is constantly increasing its body, roaring in unison with the wind of nature.

The tower that controlled the drawbridge was in his line of sight, not too far but not too close.

The towers are made of stone and look ordinary and unpretentious. The white walls are unclear if they were originally painted in this color, or if they were later painted with white. The only thing that is certain is that the walls are painted in blue, some of which look like seagulls but very simple patterns, which are the hallmarks of the navy.

Although Justice Island is part of the World Government, the Navy's influence is pervasive as a justifiably violent institution. Just like the garrison here, the number of sailors accounts for more than eighty percent.

Outside the tower, there is a very elegant front porch that is very disproportionate to the tower. Under the eaves of the front porch, strings of wind chimes are hung, which are constantly colliding and ringing in the wind.

The bell that should have been crisp and pleasant, at this time mixed with the howling wind, turned into a magic sound that made people extremely irritable, constantly croaking, as if urging death.

The wind came abruptly and violently.

When the seamen who were caught off guard were staggered by the blowing wind, the whistling wind had gradually reverberated over the entire Justice Island.

It was already dawn, but it was getting dark in the midst of the flying sand.

Rakula Ragnar.

The annual super tsunami is a prelude to the world's arrival.

Crockdahl had a wild smile on his face, and the cigar in his mouth that he didn't know when he was holding it burst into flames in the wind, and then annihilated it in the wind.

It seemed that he was overwhelmed by the wind, his body was covered with sand, and his face was even more dry, as if he was about to turn into sand at any moment. The wind and dust were rolling, and even Krokdal's eyes, hair, and eyebrows were dyed yellow by the billowing sand.

And in the next moment, the wind and sand fell on his body, as if shattering a puppet made of flying ashes, and Krokdal's body was blown away by the wind, turning into yellow sand, merging with the wind.

The whirlwind that had gathered in the palm of his hand before was even more like it was full of nutrients, suddenly soaring dozens of meters, growing into a prehistoric beast in the howling wind, constantly roaring and devouring everything around it.

A fierce beast composed of strong winds, it seems to have an endless appetite, and it roams and flanks the island of justice. Along the way, whether it is flowers and trees, or rocks and dust, they are sucked into it and grow themselves. Not even a few low-rise buildings could stop it, and it was quickly crushed and sucked into the air.

Death tornado, the most terrifying scourge in the desert. At this time, it fell on the island of justice, although it did not have the rage of Alabastan, but it was still invincible under the drive of Crockdahl with himself as the core.

The most unpredictable thing in heaven and earth is wind, especially tornadoes.

The convergence of two different air currents is enough to form a tornado with just a little agitation. This is the natural cause of tornadoes on the Great Route.

Crockdahl's fruit ability is now equivalent to this initial agitation, and what will happen to the tornado that continues to expand and develop after that is beyond his control.

At least, with his current strength, he can only guarantee that he will not be harmed by the tornado, and guide the tornado. His ability is sand, not wind, maybe if he is here, he can easily manipulate it, right?

At the heart of the tornado, Crockdahl's figure looms. In the raging wind and sand, even if you see his shadow, it is estimated that it will only be regarded as an illusion produced under the pressure of nature.

"Help......!"

"Run, run, hide in the building!"

“……”

The sailors ran and shouted like panicked ants.

Although they are the elite of the navy, the vigilance of these people has long been eroded by years of laxity, and this is why Krokdal has infiltrated here as if he had entered a no-man's land.

Naturally, the sailors, who were no longer trained, completely lost their cool when unexpected events came. Coupled with the huge number of garrisons, it naturally became even more chaotic.

The tornado was advancing, and along the way, there were constantly undodging sailors being swept into it. Those who are lucky will be thrown out by the tornado, and those who are unlucky will collide with the masonry and trees flying in the wind when they are involved in the tornado, and even if they do not die, they will be seriously injured.

Therefore, this tornado represents death, and it is dyed with a blood-like background.

He is Crockdahl, nicknamed "Sand Crocodile", a former member of the Seven Martial Seas and one of the seven sea pirates recognized by the World Government.

Maybe his strength was much worse than others in the past, but when evaluating the qualifications of the Seven Martial Seas, it was more about the catastrophic destructive power that the pirates possessed, or the combat power that rivaled the country. The rustling fruit of Crockdahl happens to have the terrifying destructive power that is enough to destroy a country.

Now, Crockdahl is on the Isle of Justice, the domain of this world government, and he is unleashing his destructive power. If the Five Elders knew about it, they wouldn't know if they should be proud of their own vision, or would they be angry because of this different kind of sarcasm?

The Death Tornado rampaged through the main island of Justice in an irregular manner, leaving it in ruins. Under the threat of a tornado, the guards on Justice Island were in complete chaos.

Shouting, scolding, shouting, countless sailors swarmed out and headed for the front island.

Facts have proven how fragile the buildings they rely on are in the face of this devastating tornado, like tofu dregs, shattering at the slightest touch.

All they could do was flee. Flee far away and flee to a place where the tornado is not wreaking havoc, so as to save your life. Even in order to be able to break a way to escape, the frenzied sailors chose to swing their weapons and knock their comrades in front of them to the ground.

Among them, the most outstanding are the officers of the guilty juries stationed in the courts of the island.

Of course, there were also some clever people who rushed in the direction of the tower, which was the only place that was not patronized by the tornado, deliberately maintained by Crockdahl. However, the space occupied by the tower was only too large to carry too many people, and many sailors were squeezed into the abyss under the crowd. Maybe with a bit of luck, they'll be able to escape in the sea.

Finally, after the tornado raged for nearly ten minutes, the wind began to weaken until it dissipated.

"Phew...... Huha ...... gasping for breath, Crockdahl sat cross-legged on the ground, regaining his strength.

After all, this is not Alabastan, and without the help of the desert, it would take a lot of physical strength for him to create and maintain such a tornado. Especially under his control, tornadoes have good destructive power, and man-made natural disasters are not inferior to the power of nature itself, which is enough for him to be proud of.

By the time the tornado had dissipated, the main island of Justice Island had been completely unable to find its original form. Like a ploughed field, the land of the island is completely turned upside down. Scattered here and there were fragments of masonry and stone, and many of the badly wounded sailors were wailing in their death.

The people in the One Piece world have a large and small enhancement in their physique. But traveling in the tornado is not a pleasant thing, and it is a blessing not to die.

After resting for a while, recovering some of the energy he had burned, Crockdahl strode towards the tower.

The tower was crowded with frightened sailors, and even if they saw Crockdahl's figure, they didn't have the courage to stop them.

All they can do is make way for Crockdahl to move forward.

Looking at these people who were trembling with fear, Crockdahl didn't know how to describe his feelings. I should be proud of my strength, but after smelling the urine in the air, I became a little irritable.

"Sure enough, weakness is a sin......"

The whispering words seemed to be sighing, and it seemed to be a warning to oneself. Although the sound was not loud, it also reached the ears of many sailors who were paralyzed on the ground. Some are still numb and dominated by fear. But there are also some people who seem to have sensed something after hearing Crockdahl's words, and their eyes radiate a little essence.

In the control room, in addition to the mechanism for controlling the suspension bridge, there are other controllers. Although he didn't know how to operate, he couldn't be bothered, so he grabbed a sailor at random, but just a little bit of murderous energy, and the frightened sailor obediently pressed the mechanism of the drawbridge.

The abyss can be said to be a natural barrier on the island of justice, and after crossing the abyss, it doesn't matter how many navies there are after it, it is no different from the smooth road for Crockdahl.

There is such a big move, according to the Navy's usual practice, it is estimated that Robin and the others will be taken away first, and then a few CP9 people will be left to clean up the mess, right?

So, add another fire......

Thinking about it, Crockdahl suddenly showed a mischievous smile and gently patted the frightened marine.

"What about the phone bugs you use to contact Spandam? There should be one here, huh?"

"Ahh......h

"Well, good job!" Crockdahl whispered a compliment, then casually knocked the sailor aside, "Well, I'll take a look...... Default number......"

"Say hello, Spendham!" Waiting for the phone bug to call, Crockdahl chuckled as he looked at the flag of the World Government in the distance.