Even if it works, it takes a long time to absorb enough water vapor to condense the rain clouds and achieve artificial rainfall.

So Nami couldn't do it with a wave of her hand, so she could only calculate an approximate time for Galen to rain.

Before this time of rain, Galen must lure Klockdahl out, otherwise Klockdahl will only be frightened by the dense rain clouds in the sky.

Thankfully, Galen managed to trick Klockdahl into the face before the clouds coalesced.

And unfortunately, people are deceived to come, and the rain has not yet come.

Galen was a little depressed, but he could only bite the bullet and raise his sword in the roaring sandstorm to face the furious Crocodall.

Angry flames erupted in Klockdahl's eyes, and a massive sandstorm swirled around him as he wished.

The yellow sand rubbed against the air with a piercing explosion as it swirled at high speed, and the increasingly condensed and deadly sandstorm tornado finally unleashed its terrifying power in the fury of Klockdahl:

"Giant Shalan!"

With the movement of Klokdal's hand, the storm with a radius of nearly ten meters swept towards Galen with yellow sand.

The ancient buildings that stood for thousands of years were as fragile as glued building blocks in the sandstorm, the tall beams and pillars quickly burst into pieces in the storm, and the solid stone was weathered into pieces at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the sandstorm swept by, the original magnificent hall was only a pile of ruins, and not even a complete stone could be found.

The palm trees that stood on both sides of the road only touched the edge of the storm, and in an instant they absorbed all the water and withered into pieces of rotten wood, and finally were twisted into flying wood chips by the storm.

In the face of this natural disaster-like attack, Galen's human body seemed very small.

Like crushing an ant, the sandstorm easily swallowed Galen's body completely, and even flooded the entire courtyard of the royal tomb with yellow sand.

By the time the storm had subsided, Galen had disappeared entirely, leaving only the ruins of the royal tomb and the thick yellow sand that covered the entire ground.

"Dead?"

Looking at the ground where there was no movement, the anger in Klockdahl's heart not only did not dissipate, but became more of a sense of shame that had nowhere to vent:

He has been deceived for so long by such a weak chicken that can be defeated with one blow!

Thinking of his previous caution and caution, and remembering his plan to steal the country that was ruined and bankrupted by Galen, Klokdahl's scarred face was a pig's waist color.

"Well..."

Klockdahl fell from mid-air with a gloomy expression, and then looked at the ground covered with yellow sand under his feet, and muttered to himself:

"At least the text of history is still here."

He listened to the conversation between Galen and Robin through the phone worm, and naturally knew that the text of history was hidden behind the secret passage under the ground.

Klockdahl stared at the yellow sand on the ground, and waved his hand at it, probably restoring the location of the entrance to the underground tunnel from his memory of coming here from the beginning.

The silent yellow sand suddenly surged flexibly, and under the manipulation of Klockdahl, it flew into the air one after another, revealing the buried entrance to the secret passage.

But as soon as Klockdahl took a foot towards the dark passage, his face froze again:

"You're still alive?!"

I saw Galen standing intact on the steps of the underground tunnel, still holding a fiery sword in his hand.

"Don't be surprised."

Galen said casually:

"It was windy just now, so I jumped into the ground and hid."

It's definitely not a good experience that the ultimate move that has been released for so long has been easily dodged by people who rely on positioning and terrain.

"Damn!"

Klockdahl gritted his teeth and cursed, the only remaining sanity in his head was stimulated by Galen's underbeaten face.

His legs suddenly strengthened, and his tall body sprinted out like an arrow from the string:

"Arc Moon Dune!"

With the potential energy of his body's explosive sprint, Klokdal's right hand expanded and deformed in an instant, transforming into a huge arcing lunate-shaped sand knife.

The sharp blade of yellow sand pierced the air like a phantom, bringing up afterimages, rolling up air currents, and slashing out a bone-chilling chill.

The high-speed friction of the sand gave the knife terrifying cutting power, and Galen's body was cut in half at the slightest contact with it.

However, before Klockdahl could enjoy the exhilaration, the incomparable astonishment appeared on his face:

Galen, who was cut in half, not only did not burst out of blood, but instead exploded into a cloud of white smoke in the fatal damage.

"Fatal blow!"

A large sword glittering with golden light suddenly condensed from the void and slashed at Klockdahl's body before he could react.

Klockdahl would not have seen and heard the domineering, and in his astonishment, there was no way to notice Galen's invisible body.

The blade of the greatsword left a wide wound on Klockdahl's shoulder, and the blood soon trickled down his shoulder, and Klockdahl's face suddenly showed an unprecedented look of panic.

Klockdahl wasn't panicking about the wound cut by the sword, and this level of wound could not affect his combat effectiveness.

What really panicked Klockdahl was that the moment the blade touched his body, his rustling fruit ability was completely nullified.

It's not just the inner feeling failure, but this failure is also intuitively manifested in Klockdahl's body:

The blade of yellow sand that his right arm turned into lost control in an instant and collapsed into a cloud of loose sand, and fell weakly to the ground.

His right hand was gone.

Suddenly Klockdahl became a severely disabled person with a golden hook on his left hand and an empty right arm.

"How is that possible?"

Klockdahl was still immersed in inexplicable horror, but Galen seized the silence of these two seconds and slashed the greatsword into Klockdahl's head again:

"Demacia Justice!"

Dazzling lightsabers fell from the dome, and the scorching light of justice enveloped Klockdahl's entire body.

Klockdahl is a notorious sea thief and a thief who caused the tragedy of the nation's drought, where vast oases have been desertified and withered, and countless families have been displaced because of him.

Crocodall, who almost had the word "bad guy" written on his face, made the lightsaber extremely heavy.

Up to 150% damage increase, a full 2.5 times the damage falls on Klockdahl's body without reservation.

His body was burned to the flesh, and blood spilled from the bursting wounds, and some of them quickly scabbed over from the blazing light.

With a single sword slash, Klockdahl's clothes were intact, but his body was covered with hideous and terrifying red and black wounds from head to end.

In the midst of this extreme pain, Klocodahl's expression couldn't help but distort, and he couldn't help but let out an inhibiting roar in his throat.

But Klockdahl was more powerful than Galen could have imagined, and even such a shocking injury did not incapacitate him from fighting, but instead caused the desperate sand crocodile to burst out with terrifying strength.

After the two-second silence ended, Klockdahl's whole body turned into a cloud of untouchable yellow sand, and he retreated for more than ten meters before he could stabilize his body.

The arm that had just collapsed into yellow sand grew back, but Klocodahl's eyes, which had been seriously injured by the righteous lightsaber, were already a little more solemn.

There was a sharp burning pain in every inch of skin on his body, and in this pain the anger in his heart was suppressed, and clear thoughts reappeared in his mind:

"This guy can seal my fruit abilities!"

In an instant, Klockdahl came up with a solution based on his own experience:

"Entities must not be exposed in front of him!"

With this thought, Klockdahl's body completely turned into a mass of restless yellow sand, so that Galen could no longer see his human form.

Without the need for a humanoid, Klocodahl can still deliver a lethal attack:

"Desert Sword!"

A wave of sand sliced the solid ground in half like a long knife, and stabbed straight at Galen.

Galen's legs suddenly exerted force, connecting the ground dozens of times in an instant, and his entire body moved to the side like a phantom.

With a whirl of air, Galen dodged Klockdahl's desert sword, which could easily slice through the ground, and scurried like lightning before the sandstorm that Klockdahl had turned into.

"Wrath of Justice!"

Galen's greatsword condensed a golden-red flame, and slashed down towards Klockdahl with an indomitable momentum.

Galen's data-based body will not increase the power of his slashes just because he has practiced swordsmanship, but Galen's swordsmanship can make his slashes faster, faster and sharper.

This sword slash is like a goshawk striking, white rainbow through the sun, and the fire and sword light are integrated, and the momentum is extraordinary.

The yellow sand that Klockdahl had turned into made contact with the great sword could not help but become restless with pain.

Galen's blade could not slash through the elemental body, but the flame attached to the Wrath of Justice could hurt the yellow sand that Klockdahl had turned into.

The surging yellow sand collided with the burning flames in mid-air, and the red-hot sand continued to burst in all directions, like a brilliant firework.

There are no more bells and whistles, just a great sword knight fighting Desert Storm.

One brandished a great sword and flames, the other drove the wind and sand, and the two sides fought together without any concessions.

The two sides fought fiercely for a long time, and Klockdahl became more and more frightened the more he fought:

His body of yellow sand had been slashed several times by the opponent's fiery greatsword, and Galen, who had been repeatedly pierced through the chest by his own yellow sand blade, seemed to be unharmed.

Sealing abilities, clone invisibility, immortality, and flames that can hurt his elemental body...

Galen showed a lot of strange "fruit abilities", which made Klocodahl's mood even heavier, and he couldn't help but think:

"Is this guy really not going to die?"

Galen answered the question in Klockdahl's mind with practical actions.

When the battle between the two sides was in full swing, he suddenly put away his great sword, turned and ran.

"Bastard!"

Klockdahl couldn't help but curse angrily in his heart.

Seeing this, he still didn't understand: the damage that the opponent's "Devil Fruit" could withstand was limited.

"Moonwalk!"

Galen, however, fled in three steps and two steps, and finally took another step into the sky.

Klockdahl was also angry.

The storm of yellow sand he turned into was tightly behind Galen, and he condensed half of his body in anger to curse:

"You shameless person who can only sneak attack, stop me!"

Galen, on the other hand, was busy scurrying in the sky with his moon steps, shouting in response to Crocodahl's words:

"You wait!"

"I'll fly for a while and come back to you!"