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The flames of war burned more and more hot, and in an instant, they swept through the entire territory of the Chambord Islands. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Everywhere on the streets, you can see scenes of naval and pirate battles, but the local residents who used to be the most enthusiastic to watch the excitement are now not even a shadow of it.

Perhaps, they were hiding behind the door and shivering while marveling at the intensity of the conflict?

The origin of the battle was because the Draconians were attacked by pirates. Naturally, the place where the attack took place, the auction hall of the No. 1 GR became the core area of the battle.

At this time, this core area has long since lost its original appearance, and no one can find the former temple-like appearance from this ruined wall.

It was already evening, and the beautiful scenery of the sunset, which should have been enjoyed, turned into a dim shadow in the shade of the yellow sand.

The sun hanging obliquely on the horizon still does not give up wanting to shine the sun, but in the end it only makes itself look like an oil lamp, and between the flickering and flickering, it emits only a dim light.

The yellow sand is connected to the sky, and the sky is connected to the yellow sand.

The dry ground is swept up by the wind. The endless yellow sand destroyed the majestic buildings of the auction house, and then robbed the neighborhood of all life.

The stumps and leaves are rolling in the wind and sand, and they don't know where they come from or where they will be blown away. In the end, in this drift, it was torn into powder and dissipated.

The Chambord Islands were supposed to be like spring all year round!

The island that "grows" from the huge mangrove trees is indeed full of life!

However, in this area shrouded in yellow sand, these vitality, these green, are all annihilated. All that was left was the silence of death.

The mirror-like square looks like the earth that has dried up for years, covered with cracks like tortoiseshells. If you look closely, you can even see that the masonry is still slowly weathering in those cracked places. Then it turned into stone silt and gravel, and blended into the surging and fierce yellow sand army.

From one end of the square, it seems that the sky and the earth are filled with boundless yellow sand. And when you go to the other end of the square, all you can see is the boundless yellow sand.

The sky is connected with the yellow sand, and the yellow sand is connected with the sky......

Walking on the dancing yellow sand, Crockdahl is like an alien demon god, ruling everything in the world. And those locust-like sand and gravel are like life-devouring beasts, engulfing the endless stream of naval soldiers who rush to help. More than half of the naval forces stationed in the Chambord Islands were consumed in this place.

Perhaps Crockdahl's ability isn't particularly strong in a one-on-one battle, but it's the best weapon for clearing the field. At the same time, in terms of destructive power, it is enough to be among the best.

At this time, it is the best manifestation of this characteristic.

……

"All sailors retreat and withdraw from the combat area! Repeat the same number, all sailors withdraw from the combat area!"

Just as the sailors were suffering from the devastation of the Crokedar sandstorm, a roar of neutrality suddenly echoed. At the same time, the emotionless voice like a machine sounded abruptly in the yellow sand, and as if it had an echo, it spread layer by layer......

"Target Confirmed...... Crockdahl...... The mech is at full strength, and the attack is confirmed!"

To be honest, this roar is not pleasant, but it is like a heavenly sound to the ears of the navy.

Their opponent is the famous sea thief Krokdal, which is not at all what they can fight against. Previously, because of the duties of the navy, the impact of the Draco incident, and the orders received, they had to fight to the death, which does not mean that these sailors really have the attribute of being fearless of death.

Now that they can retreat in a grand manner, these navies are naturally grateful and dare not delay in the slightest.

"Huh?" Surrounded by yellow sand, Crockdahl sighed softly, and his eyes naturally turned to the source of the sound. At the same time, he also spared the remnants of the defeated soldiers who fled in confusion.

Compared to the unknown enemy, this abusive battle could not arouse any interest in him at all. If it weren't for the special purpose of attracting the attention of the navy, no matter how numerous these miscellaneous soldiers were, it would be impossible to keep him here.

Fight if you want, leave when you want, the world of the strong is so capricious.

Just as Crockdahl turned his head to observe, a blinding light tore through the curtain of yellow sand, illuminating the dim sky. Between light and extinction, although brief, it also allowed Crockdahl to see the appearance of the enemy clearly.

-- The source of the flash of light, five people who look exactly the same as Bartholomew Bear are lined up, and at first glance they look like quintaplets. The flash of light is emitted from their gaping mouths.

Naturally, there will not be five identical bears in the world, and it is impossible for Bartholomew Bear, one of the Seven Martial Seas, to have so many brothers, not counting the enemies faced by the other supernovas.

In fact, they are the "pacifists" who are mass-produced human weapons that practice violence in the name of peace.

This light that broke through the sky was like some kind of signal, flashing one after another, constantly shooting into the yellow sand. In an instant, this area was reflected as if it were daylight.

Although it is said that there is a process of accumulation from the convergence to the launch of the laser, there is still a dense and thick firepower network that is still built except for the five people who take turns to launch, leaving no gaps in the middle.

Next to several pacifists, there was also a fat man with a giant axe on his shoulder.

The man had short black ear-length hair, and was wearing a huge belly pocket that matched his size, with a strange pattern of three rounds of magatama printed in the middle of the bright red belly pocket.

"Damn...... Still can't catch it?" the belly man, who was the commander of the pacifists at this time, Zhan Taomaru, looked at the place where the yellow sand was surging, and frowned.

The barrage had been shooting for several rounds, and the flashes of light that flew back and forth continued to disperse the yellow sand, bringing roar and gunsmoke. It seems to be huge and has the absolute upper hand, but in fact, it has never been able to get real results. The most he did was to plow this area, which had already been destroyed by Crockdahl, a few times again.

"Uncle Huang's laser light can't cause damage to the natural system?, just if it is suppressed, the actual combat value of the pacifist is debatable......" Sentomaru frowned and muttered to himself, "Or do you need to ask Vega Punk to make further adjustments?"

"But...... It's so slow, Uncle Huang...... The warship should have arrived, why haven't you contacted me......" Turning around, Sentomaru squatted into the shadows with an axe, and behind him was a thin black line that kept falling.

……

At the same time, in the yellow sand, Crockdahl, who was constantly suffering from being shattered by the light and turning into flying sand, and quickly restored this process, finally made a move.

"Even if you won't be harmed after elementalization, you still feel uncomfortable......" Crockdahl clenched his right hand, and a sand swirl quickly formed, and constantly compressed itself.

"Flashing words...... I have actually felt it through my body, so ...... It's your turn to feel the wrath of the desert!"

"Desert Vajra Sword!"

As Crockdahl shook out the sand swirl in his hand, the sand quickly turned into five large sand blades in the air, slashing out in the same orbit towards the flying laser.

The sand blade undoubtedly collided with the laser, and then in the explosion of the collision, the forward momentum of the sand blade was only slightly blocked, and then it fell conveniently, splitting the laser that would not theoretically be cut in two.

Under the influence of the sand blade, the wind pressure instantly cut five cracks in the ground, and purple arcs could be faintly seen flashing in between.

If the Desert Knife is a blade made of sand, it can be slashed. Then, the Desert King Kong Treasure Knife is not just as simple as having more blades.

The so-called King Kong, using the special form of diamond, may be more appropriate to compare with ordinary gravel.

An indestructible blade, unrivalled sharpness, enough to cut through everything when slashed with enough power - this is the Desert Vajra Sword, the blade of a great fast knife.

However, this is not to say that Crockdahl's Desert Vajra Treasure Knife can really be compared to the Great Quick Knife.

After all, his skill only has the power of a big fast knife in attack, and because the nature of the sand is fluid, it cannot have a real entity, and the power will only be exerted in a single slash.

If he were to fight a swordsman with a big sword, perhaps the Desert Vajra Treasure would be able to fight a few times, but he would eventually lose to the swordsman's more flexible sword skills. You know, swordsmanship isn't just about slashing.

Besides, it is always people who can really exert the power of the sword. At this time, even if Sauron is asked to take the black knife and Hawkeye casually carries a kitchen knife, it is estimated that it will only be Sauron who will be cut down.

After all, Krokdal is not a swordsman, and he doesn't know much swordsmanship, sword skills. His combat power relies on the ability of the Devil Fruit, so he only needs to have the power to slash.

Just like now, the sand blade broke the incoming flash, and then stabbed into the mouth of the pacifist as if it were "pushing back" the flash.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still, and even the sand and dust floating in the air suddenly froze there.

"Boom!" and a series of explosions followed.

First sparks erupted from the pacifist's head, and then the explosion spread throughout his body. In a brief breath, the pacifists, the world's government's newest human weapon, fell silent.

"Whew~ What a gorgeous firework!" With the smoke of the cigar curling up, Crockdahl suddenly whistled, and it seemed that he was still unsatisfied.

"It's just a little bit less...... You're right, bear?"

At some point, Bartholomew Bear, the archetype of the pacifist, who was holding the Bible in his arms, appeared behind Crockdahl and raised a large fan-like hand to take a picture.