Abu Salom's body has been strengthened by Dr. Hogubak and has the tenacity of an elephant, the strength of a bear, and the swiftness of a lion.

Even so, however, he was as small as an ant in front of an enraged Galen.

Absalom's beastly body was used to the extreme, but he could only barely maneuver with Galen by relying on the narrow and complex terrain of the ship.

"Play King Qin around the pillar with me?"

Galen sneered, and urged the flame attached to the "Righteous Fury" on the big sword to the extreme:

"Slash!"

Galen's unique flame sword qi swelled to the extreme at this moment, and the sharp slash wave that was more than ten meters wide instantly swallowed all the obstacles on this ship that were above the deck.

The mast, the cabin, and the sails were all submerged in a sea of fire, and in an instant they were annihilated by the extreme heat, and in an instant they turned into piles of coke.

Moria's zombie soldiers were already naturally afraid of fire, and in the face of Galen's scorching golden flame, they were as fragile as tissue paper, and they were burned into a pinch of black ash at the slightest touch.

The deck, which still had a few obstacles, was swept away by Galen's sword and slashed into a flat ground with a wide field of vision.

Absalom's expression of fear without tears appeared so vividly in front of Galen:

"Why, why are you chasing me?"

Galen stared coldly, and he actually stared at a little eagle-eyed Mihawk's sharp look:

"Why?"

"Just at your lewd nature, you deserve to die!"

"I—I..."

Absalom's face turned red, but he couldn't speak.

He is indeed not a serious person, and the ability of the transparent fruit is basically used by this obscene guy as a tool to spy on women taking baths.

The unknown nature was seen through by this strange knight, and Absalom was faintly flustered;

And the undisguised monstrous killing intent in Galen's eyes made Absalom even more chills down his spine.

Not long after the stalemate between the two sides, Galen's figure turned into a ghostly phantom in a whistling sound of air tearing, and rushed towards Absalom like a lightning speed under the effect of the Six Style Shaving.

At the same time, a loud shout burst out in the air:

"You and that nasty little ghost, neither of you can escape!"

Abram's eyes darkened:

He really didn't know where he provoked the killing god in front of him, and he didn't know who the nasty little devil who could be ranked with him was.

The only thing he knows is: if he doesn't run, he will die!

The ability of the transparent fruit was activated in an instant, and the beast power on Absalom's transformed body also exerted an unprecedented explosive power at a super level in fear, and a terrible cry suddenly echoed on this ship:

"Lord Moria, save me!"

The transparent fruit lived up to its name, and Galen's vision suddenly disappeared from Absalom's figure.

To make matters worse, Absalom's fruit ability was judged to be "invisible" by the system, and Galen's sword of inaction suddenly lost its target.

But that's not all Galen:

Today, he doesn't rely on ordinary attacks, but he can still show the demeanor of a swordsman with his extreme control and skillful swordsmanship.

Absalom's body was not visible, but his bulky steps and heavy exhalations were as evident to Galen's powerful hearing as the flame of a candle in the dark.

Without the need to see and smell the color domineering, Galen was able to capture Absalom's body hidden in the transparent air with his five senses alone.

He pretended not to know, but deliberately looked in the wrong direction.

Absalom was apparently frightened by Galen's reaction, and at this moment he slackened his pace of escape.

Then, without looking, Galen casually threw the big sword in his hand to the side.

The whistling sound of the great sword breaking through the air has not yet dissipated, but the muffled sound of flesh tearing has already been heard.

A surge of blood spurted out, creating a blood-colored human form in the air along Absalom's transparent body.

"Ahh

With a cry of pain, Absalom's body was firmly nailed to the ground by the flying sword, and the ability of the transparent fruit also instantly failed in the severe pain of the serious injury.

"Come back!"

Galen, however, mercilessly recalled the greatsword through the air.

Without the blockage of the blade, the wide wound on Absalom's body was full of blood, and the blood on his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Galen slowly walked towards the dying Absalom with his broadsword, the blood from the blade dripping onto the deck with a soft sound like a countdown to life.

There was no more gossip, and Galen, who was determined to kill, only slowly raised the great sword in his hand.

But just as the blade was about to fall, a group of bats turned into black shadows blocked Galen's great sword one after another, obstructing the sharp blade from advancing an inch.

"You can't kill him."

A dark shadow loomed over Galen from behind.

Galen turned, and saw Moria's tall body covered in red and black wounds and his two blood-red devouring eyes.

"How?"

Galen was not frightened by Moria, but only grinned a little mockingly: "Don't you go to the Navy for help?" ”

“......”

Moria was silent for a moment, but clenched his fists and trembled and shouted:

"Perona!"

"Take a lifeboat to that navy ship and ask for help from the navy in the name of my king's Seven Martial Seas!"

Galen looked at Moria with a little surprise, and Perona was slightly stunned and couldn't react.

Although the Seven Warriors are lackeys of the World Government in the eyes of outsiders and allies of the Navy in the official explanation, they are actually pirates who maintain a neutral status.

These Seven Martial Seas are proud of their status as pirates, each with their own independent forces, and they never give their nominal allies any good looks.

Like Moria, who used the name of the navy to bluff people in order to protect himself, it is already a great shame for a pirate.

And now Moria really wants to use the name of "His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas" to find the protection of naval allies, which can be said to be thicker than the city wall.

Even if Moria had fallen from a rising star in the New World to a bandit who stood in the way, he never imagined that he would have such a shameful day.

However, he did it anyway.

"Don't be stunned, Perona!"

Moria's voice was a little hoarse, depressed but full of a different kind of firmness:

"I'll get you three out..."

"It's not for you to die here!!"

"Lord Moria..."

Perona faintly felt Moria's fighting spirit erupting in a desperate situation, and couldn't help muttering, "But..."

"Go!"

Moria's eyes were bloodshot and looked like a demon:

"Absalom can't hold it anymore!"

Absalom clutched his chest, breathing as hard as a bellows.

He didn't have the strength to speak, he just collapsed to the ground weakly, looking at the black shadow bat that was clinging to him with the complicated eyes of a dying man.

"Yes!"

Perona nodded heavily, then turned around and ran towards the location of the life raft with a few zombie soldiers.

Galen didn't stop this from happening, but looked at the big man who suddenly had the courage to stand in front of him with some curiosity:

"I remember, it seems like you should prefer zombie subordinates, right?"

"How can you have the heart to save this guy now?"

Moria's heart was turbulent, but in the end he didn't speak:

He did prefer zombies who would not die, and had never considered the Absalom trio to be his true companions.

His true companion died long ago in the New World.

But at the critical moment when the island sank, Moria made a choice that she didn't even expect.

The same is true now.

"You can't kill him."

A shadow surged through Moria's body, and the solid shadow turned into the most reliable shield and sharpest weapon on his muscular body.

It's a melee use of his fruit ability, and it's been a long time since he's used it like this.

But being forced into this situation, Moriah had no other choice.

But the more desperate he made such a choice, the more he felt a little headache for Galen:

He is not afraid of those bells and whistles, this kind of madman who has been cornered and still has fighting spirit and still wants to fight him in close quarters is the real trouble.

Crocodall had already made Galen suffer like this before he died.

Galen looked helplessly at Absalom, who had been hiding far away under the protection of Moria's clone, and was quite unhappy.

But he still withdrew the sharp eyes he had nailed to Absalom, and looked squarely at Moria, a stubborn enemy who stood in front of him with his flesh and blood:

"It looks like we're going to have a long fight."

Galen sighed lightly, and then sighed in a low voice:

"Alas, I obviously said that I don't need this skill..."

"Spirit Turtle Stance!"

The phantom of the beast spirit turtle quietly appeared, and a burst of green light appeared.