"Interesting, Devil Fruits related to alcohol?"

"Swallow Return: Empty Blade!"

Callando held his breath vigilantly, and a long-range extended slash directly broke through the solid orb of the wine in advance, avoiding the effects of the wine's possible abilities.

"Damn! Drunk bomb! ”

"Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Seeing that the drunk man continued to choose to shoot, Carlando directly swung his knife and blocked them one by one with extended slashes. Then he sensed that something was wrong with the projectile and confirmed what he thought.

It looks like it needs to be solved as soon as possible! Although with his current physical fitness, he can fight for a while while holding his breath, but it is not a solution after all.

"Do you think it's okay to hold your breath and keep the smell of alcohol from getting close? Naive! Pour it for me! ”

The smell does not diffuse slowly, and this time is enough for the aroma of wine to reach the enemy.

“……”

Carlando watched speechlessly as the drunk man pretended to be clever, and he didn't look like he had fallen at all.

Since he could think of holding his breath, he naturally wouldn't forget the existence of pores. What's more, Carlando, who has always been cautious, must wear a wind armor before making a move, and he will not capsize at all.

"Huh? That's impossible! ”

Seeing that Carlando didn't get hit, a disbelieving Jote spit out a huge amount of wine and surrounded himself.

Are you going to get drunk to death? Carlando raised an eyebrow, looking at the enemy's actions in some surprise.

"Big drunkard!"

I saw that the huge amount of alcohol that was originally irregularly shaped quickly transformed into a humanoid upper body, and Jot was wrapped in wine with a hideous face.

"Crippled Susanoo?"

"Moon-Splitting!"

The corners of Carlando's mouth twitched slightly, and he directly swung a rapidly rotating wind blade slash towards the drunk. Although the huge upper body composed of the wine is quite tough, it can only be scattered in all directions when it encounters the flying slash blessed by the Carlando Wind Blade.

It turns out that sometimes being big is useless, and you can only be a good target to be beaten.

"Ten Thousand Wine Glasses, Flame Snake Devouring!"

The wine that had been scattered suddenly burned violently, turning into chain-sized fiery snakes that enveloped one person and one person in the sky.

"Die!"

The bastard's strength was so unexpectedly strong that instead of pureing the meat to make wine as planned, he burned it directly to charcoal.

"Chop the iron, climb the tower, look at the flying immortals!"

Just as Jot relaxed and prepared to deal with the wrecked ship, a strong killing force suddenly enveloped him! Feeling the crisis of life and death, he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but there was a kind of stiffness that would hit no matter how he dodged.

"Poof!"

Jot stared at the long knife that pierced his heart, a little puzzled, and he didn't understand why this was happening. Obviously, he had used multiple layers of special wine attached to his hand in time to resist, but he was easily pierced by the tip of the knife.

"Bang! Boom! ”

Two voices rang out one after the other, the former being the standard circular cavity in Jot's chest where he could see the object behind him, and the latter being the muffled sound of him falling.

"You're not bad, it's just that I don't want to be an alcoholic."

This guy looks good in terms of physical fitness, strength, and skill in moves, but Calando doesn't want to get a drunkard under his command.

"Don't worry about going on your own road."

Carlando looked at the drunk man who had not completely died, and had to sigh that the per capita resistance in this world was off the charts!

"I'll send your crew to accompany you."

Since they all killed the pirate captain, Carlando is not ready to let go of these miscellaneous fish, after all, it is not bad to accumulate some spiritual energy.

"No...... No...... Can ......"

The cold light passed, and Calando, who had officially ended the drunkard's life, was just about to dispose of the remaining pirates, but faintly heard a familiar voice coming from an unknown place.

"Huh?"

Carlando didn't think it was his own delusion, so he simply cracked the pirate ship with the wind blade and jumped back on Traore's back.

"Traore, did you hear anything just now?"

"Voice? Boss, what type of voice are you talking about? ”

Traore didn't hear any special sounds worth noting, so he asked his boss with some confusion.

"It should be...... Vocals......"

Trying to recall how he had just felt, Carlando said with a frown and some uncertainties.

"Do you count with the guy down there?"

"It doesn't count."

If the guy and I are counted, what do we need to ask you for? Callando resisted the urge to punch him in the head.

"That subordinate shouldn't have heard."

Hearing Traore's negative reply, Carlando first lowered his head and thought for a while, and then looked inexplicably at the red earth continent in the distance, which was obscured by clouds and mist.

"That's fine, let's go back to the boat."

"Yes."

……

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Looking at the leader Carrando, who returned to the ship without saying a word and with a somewhat solemn face, Lafitte asked with some curiosity.

"No problem, it's just that I met a pirate captain with good strength, but because he was a drunkard who was always drunk, he didn't want to take it in, so he killed him."

Calando couldn't express the doubts in his heart, so he could only prevaricate with a casual reason.

"The boss is really thirsty for talent! But a man who is drunk even climbing the upside-down mountain will probably have no one to be his companion or captain. ”

Lafitte recalled the few cadres under his boss who could get on the stage, and immediately understood and agreed with his idea.

"That's right, Lafitte. Did you just hear any strange human voices? The specific content should be to say, no. ”

"Strange human voices? Say, can't? ”

Hearing Carlando's sudden question, Lafitte tilted her head and thought carefully for a while, but she had no memory of this.

"I shouldn't have heard, why is the boss asking this?"

"It's nothing, I guess I'm hallucinating."

Didn't Lafitte hear that either? The doubts in Callando's heart became more and more intense, and he had a feeling of his own real auditory hallucination.

After leaving Lafitte, Carlando found a no-man's land and quietly opened the panel to check the records of system notifications.

"Huh?"

Finding that the notifications were full of psionic points, Calando was about to shut down the system, but suddenly noticed that something was wrong!

What about the psionic powers of that drunken captain? Callando carefully flipped through the notices and found strange that they were all psionic from a few to a dozen o'clock.

"This guy's strength is okay! How could it be only twelve o'clock! ”

Callando looked at the largest amount of psionic energy harvest in all the recent notifications, and couldn't believe that this was that guy's contribution!

Wait a minute! Even if he didn't get his psionic energy, why didn't the system fail the prompt? Carlando's gaze gradually shifted from strange to deep as he looked at the panel.

"Hehe......"

After a while, Calando chuckled and got up to the bow of the boat.

"It's getting more and more interesting."