Klockdahl, as a boss at the bottom of the level, actually took the protagonist's life as soon as he came up.

His behavior of not playing cards according to the routine forced Galen to go to the monster to brush up on his own experience.

And the "little monsters" are not stupid, although they can't understand Galen's words, they can see Galen's sword dangling brightly.

Mr.2 von Clay opened the stance of the shemale fist, Mr.3 Gar Dino had more wriggling wax blocks in his hands, Mr.4 carried his four-ton bat, and Mr.5...

Mr.5 is an explosive fruit capable and can be used as a high-explosive grenade with any part of his body, so he...

Stretched out his fingers and dug out a piece of fresh boogers from his nasal cavity.

"You're fucking looking for shit!"

Seeing the special weapon that this Explosive Fruit Ability had brought out, Galen immediately lost control of his emotions.

Galen didn't want to be hit by this "weapon", so he was originally going to say a few more nonsense words, and he immediately launched a fierce offensive against the enemy.

And because Galen didn't want to fight in close quarters, he didn't choose to use the close-quarters he was best at, but raised his hand to show the results of his cultivation in the past few days to learn Hawkeye Flying Slash Fencing:

"Wrath of Justice!"

Galen's greatsword burned with golden-red holy flames, and with the movement of his greatsword held high, it changed vertically upwards into the shape of a dazzling torch.

"Slash!"

There are no flashy move names, just a simple shout.

Because the speed of the blade was too fast, there was no time to shout more.

The sound of the word "chop" was still reverberating in the air, and the flame giant sword had already cut out a brilliant arc.

This arc was born along the wind pressure of the blade, and merged with the holy flame on the sword's body, and when it finally flew out, it had the momentum of wind and fire.

Galen's sword style has no bells and whistles, just the most basic flying and slashing techniques; But even such an unpretentious slash is different in everyone's hands.

Hawkeye's slash in front of Galen was sometimes light and free, sometimes sharp, swinging freely and with a variety of sword styles.

And the slash from the Storm Sword in Galen's hand is only the most basic slash, without any fancy, but it gives people a mountain-like heaviness.

In the eyes of Mr. 5, an opponent who is far weaker than Galen, such a slash is like Tarzan overwhelming and unstoppable.

"Why did you cut me first?"

Mr.5 only had time to burst out with such a thought, and his entire vision was enveloped by the dazzling golden red of the flame sword qi.

The scorching flames and sharp sword aura sliced through Mr.5's body like a hot knife into butter, and finally sliced a wide blade-shaped gap in the wooden cabin.

The companions only heard a strange sound like barbecue, and saw the stump of Mr. 5 being cut in two from head to tail by the sword qi.

And on that smooth section. There was also a golden-red flame like a maggot on his tarsal bones that devoured his remaining flesh and blood, burning the organic matter into blinding black charcoal.

Although there was no scarlet blood, the image of the hot flames scorching the flesh was far more terrifying than the bloody scene.

The remaining senior agents looked at each other, but they all reacted in the same way: "Run!" ”

"How to run!"

"We're all at sea now!"

Miss. Merry Christmas, who had complained about it before, but no one paid attention to it, erupted into even worse negative emotions in a terrible panic:

"You didn't listen to me before, and now everyone is going to be finished!"

However, everyone was in no mood to pay attention to the irascible old woman, for Galen's second wave of attack was about to hit like a storm.

"Candle Wall!"

Mr. 3 quickly recovered from his companion's death and condensed the block of wax that had been gathering in his hand into a solid wall up to a meter thick, splitting the cramped cabin in half.

However, before the senior agents could catch their breath, the wall of the candle that had just been shaped seemed to have been burned by some kind of heat, and it was visibly melted and deformed.

"His sword will be on fire!"

Mr.3 was shocked, his thin cheeks white as if he were a seriously ill patient: "My wax fruit can't stop him at all!" ”

He didn't need to say more:

After everyone saw the thick walls that had melted and deformed, a fiery sword pierced out.

The flames on the greatsword burned the walls of the candle completely, turning into a soft mass of wax oil, and finally crumbled again, revealing the murderous face of Galen behind him.

Death was approaching once again, and even these high-ranking agents, who were accustomed to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but tremble.

I saw that Galen's flame greatsword suddenly lit up with a burst of even more brilliant golden light, and his tall body instantly burst out with a speed beyond the limit, conjuring up a series of vague afterimages in the eyes of everyone.

Only the strongest Mr. 2 von Clay could barely react to Galen's movements, but he could only leap to the side with his nimble body to protect himself.

And Galen was already like a tiger entering a flock, and slashed at Mr. 3 who was in the front of him.

Mr.3's body was already thin, and the proud wax fruit was defenseless against Galen's flaming sword.

The great sword fell on him like a mosquito in a slipper, and in an instant it slashed it to the ground.

The splattered blood and melted wax oil blended together, enveloping the artist killer who loved to make wax figures of the human body into a strange and terrifying wax figure.

And all this happened under the noses of a group of high-level agents who were caught off guard.

They had just gathered around Mr. 3, who could use his shield, to seek safety, but in the blink of an eye, they were lambs to the slaughter around the Grim Reaper.

Those who were far away immediately turned and fled, and those who stood close could only pale as they sniffed the strange smell of blood burning in the flames, and watched as Galen pulled his flaming greatsword out of Mr. 3 and aimed it at them.

The absolute difference in strength brought about a slaughter like mowing grass, Galen looked at the several prey around him, and raised his hand to use the skills that were only used to harvest miscellaneous soldiers in the past:

"Judgment!"

Due to the additional fire attack effect of "Wrath of the Righteous", Galen's range and attack nature have been greatly improved.

With the high-speed whirlwind of Galen's greatsword, several enemies that got close to it were immediately swallowed up in the deadly tornado, flesh and blood wrenched by a meat grinder of blades, wind, and flame.

The tornado of flames that burst into the sky set the entire cabin on fire, and the storm ripped open the cabin, engulfed the deck, and rushed straight into the sky above everyone.

By the time Galen had stopped spinning, the ship had been dismantled from the inside out, leaving only the bottom, its hull and deck devoured by flames and storms.

As for the situation of the high-ranking agents who faced this offensive head-on, it was even more miserable:

Mr.4's bulky body became Blade's favorite prey, and Miss. Merry Christmas, who could not escape, was entangled in flames and let out a dying wail, killing Galen instantly.

Mr. 2 von Cree's nimble form played little role in this kind of large-scale attack, the heavy makeup on his face and the ostentatious swan decorations on his body were scorched black by the flames, and the arm in front of him was covered with the subtle cuts of the tornado.

Even Robin, who was in the same group as Galen, relied on his fruit ability to weave a web of arms for himself to take refuge in the hull of the ship, so that he could save his life in the face of such an indiscriminate attack.

But despite this, cold sweat was still oozing from her forehead, and the skin on her arms was burned red from the flames from the ship's hull.

There are only two people who can be intact...

Miss. Valentine's Day, a fluttering fruit ability who was busy running for her life at the beginning, and Miss., a girl painter who seized the opportunity to hang on her when she saw that the situation was not good.

Miss. Valentine's Day saw her partner Mr. 5 cut in half with a sword, and took advantage of the chaos to quietly jump out of the hull gap cut by Galen.

Miss.Valentine's Day fluttering fruit can make your weight vary from one kilogram to 10,000 kilograms, and your own volume will not change with it.

It is said that when she kept her weight very light, she was able to easily levitate herself into the sky with the same principle as an airboat.

But we only need to do a little math to find the problem:

With an adult's volume of about 0.05 cubic meters, even if its own mass drops to 1 kg in fruit capacity, the density of the human body is definitely much greater than that of air with a density of only 1.29 kg/cubic meter.

Therefore, in addition to controlling weight, Miss. Valentine's Day light fluttering fruit obviously has the additional ability of "I can fly if I say I can fly".

But Valentine's Day didn't fly straight into the sky as she wished, because there was a desperate companion Miss. Golden Week grabbed her as a lifesaver when she was about to fly away.

Golden Week, from the outside, is roughly just a teenage elementary school girl, extremely slender and extremely lightweight.

But no matter how light she is, it is also a huge burden for Miss. Valentine's Day, who is in a hurry to escape:

With such a little girl weighing dozens of kilograms hanging on her body, the speed of Miss.Valentine's Day rise immediately stagnated, and even faintly stagnation.

"Idiot!"

Miss.Valentine's beautiful face immediately twisted into a ghost-like ugly face, and an angry roar came out of her throat:

"Die yourself!"

"Give me down, let me go down!"

Without hesitation, she raised her leg and kicked Miss. Golden Zhou her other leg.

The sole of the shoe stepped on the girl's little head mercilessly, and even the three-free girl Miss. Golden Week, who had been expressionless, couldn't help but show a painful look for it.

Miss. Valentine's Day didn't mean to sympathize with her companion at all, but just frantically launched an even more brutal attack on the girl who was hindering her escape.

Golden Week finally couldn't bear the pain anymore, so he could only let go of his hands weakly and fell heavily into the sea again.

"Hahaha!"

Feeling his rapidly rising figure, looking at the sea farther and farther away under his feet, he was freed from fear.

"I escaped! I escaped! ”

Galen witnessed the scene completely, and Miss. Valentine's Day was completely destroyed by the natural impression that beauty had left on him.

It took him some effort to get used to his powerful body that had risen to level nine and the new skills he had acquired, and then looked up at Miss Valentine, who had already floated a hundred meters in the air and only a small spot left in his field of vision:

"It seems that you can't escape."