The sound of thunder quickly drowned everything out, and after a few moments the sound behind the gate became thinner and quieter, returning to its previous silence.

When the gate was automatically raised, everything in the escape device was long gone, leaving only a huge hole leading to the outside of the ship, as if a huge hole had been forcibly opened.

Igus smiled as he looked at the sea god outside the cavern, still wreaking havoc on the entire sea.

After pulling his scimitar from his waist and reloading the handcuff in his hand, he turned and walked away slowly, walking slowly to the captain's quarters.

When he stepped out of the secret passage, he saw that Morey, who had been imprisoned by the magic bottle, had already regained his mobility, and the pirate captain's flame scimitar sank into the wall next to Morey, and the flames on the scimitar spread from the blade to the wall like a living thing, almost covering the walls and ceiling of the room.

The fire began to burn, but the two looked at each other calmly.

"Do you know what awaits you?" said Morey, gently pulling out the scimitar that had been stuck in the wall, and tugging at his face.

"You know, it's death, right?" said the emaciated man with a chuckle, nonchalantly.

"What a strange man, I didn't know I had such a crew, but that doesn't matter anymore. Can you tell me why you're standing here? I'm a little curious. ”

"It's nothing, just trying to delay it a little bit. Agus smiled, "As an insignificant weakling, even if you don't remember my name, I still have the power to oppose you, right?"

Morey shook his head lightly when he heard this, and he sighed.

As if he was sorry for Eagles' courage, and as if he was disgusted with Eagles' meaningless actions.

"I think..."

“... That's impossible. ”

As soon as the words fell, Eagles suddenly raised his handcuff and aimed it at Morey's chest, and the next second the mouth of the gun burst out with a dazzling tongue of fire, and the bullet pierced the air and shot at Morey.

"I said—" Morey raised his scimitar and swung it lightly, and the scimitar in his hand collided with the bullet and sparked a spark before disappearing. "That's impossible. ”

"Cut!" Seeing that the bullet had not done any damage to Morey, the man raised the scimitar in his hand, which was still trembling, and rushed forward.

His pace of sprinting with all his might was not fast, even compared to Charlotte, it was too far behind.

He shouted angrily in his mouth, as if to shock the other party, and as if to give himself courage.

He didn't know any combat skills, and brandished the scimitar in his hand. For Morey, the approaching scimitar was slow, very slow, as ridiculous as a young child rushing at him with a twig.

Morey raised the scimitar in his hand high, predicted the trajectory of Eagles' movements, and quickly slashed down.

The feet that were running and sprinting with all their strength seemed to be stuck in the mud, getting heavier and heavier, and the speed was getting slower and slower. Every inch of muscle in his body frantically warned him that the falling scimitar in front of him was about to take his life like a scythe of death.

Fear and incomparable dread spread rapidly from his heart, taking over every inch of nerves and cells, and his whole body reached the point where he could barely move and could only tremble.

It feels like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and you can only watch the giant scimitar above your head.

Eventually, he backed down and didn't take a step further.

Igus breathed heavily, his body subconsciously resting the scimitar above his head, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

The moment the huge scimitar fell, it instantly shattered the scimitar in Igus's hand, and the iron scimitar was scattered everywhere.

The tip of the giant scimitar fell straight down Eagles' forehead, eyes, face, chest, and abdomen.

"Ah---!h

If he had gone one step further, Morey's scimitar would have split Igus in half.

"Why don't you give up?" the pirate captain glanced at the scimitar in his hand, the flames burning with blood from the blade.

"Then you can easily solve it..."

Zizizizi.

Morey frowned, followed the sound to the floor behind him, and saw four ignited spherical bombs appear behind his feet at some point.

"Was that just then? I see. ”

Rumble--!

The impact of the explosion covered almost the entire captain's quarters, even out of the corridors. As the explosion sounded, the entire captain's room began to crumble, and the corridor outside the golden gate was blown up, and the entire corridor was sealed off.

The dust of the explosion gradually dissipated, and only two people remained in the captain's room.

Igus, who fell to the ground and groaned in pain, and Morey, who was half blown apart, but Morey was still standing, his eyes always on Eagles.

After a burst of tinnitus, Igus staggered to his feet and looked up at him.

He knew very well that with four bombs, it would never be possible to kill Morey easily.

I saw that half of his body had been blown apart, and his body was rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Each vessel, the shattered muscle, gradually returned to its previous state.

"I'll tell you a secret. The pirate captain flicked his wrist, "He, Wright." He has not yet accepted the position of 'face' that I have offered him. ”

"Maybe it's because I'm a half-king, I haven't given the ability to 'phase' yet. ”

"In other words, when you face him, he is nothing more than an ordinary swordsman who has lost his strength and relied on his sword skills. ”

"Compared with me as a 'half-king', there is a world of difference. ”

Eventually, Morey's body was restored as if he had not been traumatized in any way.

"So what?!" Agus exclaimed angrily, "Even if you have the power of a half-king, so what?!"

"In my opinion, you are just abusing your power to oppress and take innocent lives, how is it different from other dog mongrels?!"

Aguezes casually threw away the broken scimitar in his hand, drew several handcuffs and fired continuously. For each bullet fired, throw it away, draw out another one, and pull the trigger to shoot.

Morey gently swung his scimitar a few times, easily parrying all the bullets.

When Eagles finished firing the last handcuff, he quickly drew his dagger from his waist and, with the wound still burning, rushed towards Morey once more.

This time, his eyes no longer hesitated, without the slightest fear.

There is only the determination to die.

Morey looked at the man running and sighed softly.

"The weak should be like the weak. ”

"Even if you are weak, you have the power to face the strong--!"

With Eagles' shout, the pirate captain did not wait any longer, and suddenly raised his scimitar and rushed towards Eagles, using great force to sweep past.

At this moment, the will to survive exploded in Iggus's mind, and the scimitar that was attacking in front of him was like a freeze frame, and it was infinitely slowed down.

Just as the massive scimitar was about to arrive, Igus suddenly shrank forward with his feet, the blade grazing almost against the top of his head, bringing up a trace of hair.

His feet slammed into him, and his figure was like a sharp arrow, and his hands clenched the dagger and stabbed him in the chest.

"Die--!!"

Poof, the dagger successfully stabbed into the pirate captain's chest.

But no blood was spilled from the wound.

And in the next second, the huge iron arm clenched Eagles' neck, and was lifted off the ground by Morey.

"You lose, weakling. ”

"No, ahem. I... Won. The iron arms were around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe and speak.

"Win? Is this a win?"

"Ha, ha. That's right, I'm just, for the sake of procrastination, ahem, time. ”

"Like me, this kind of weak, enough. ”

Still, he struggled to spit out the words.

A hint of anger appeared in Morey's eyes, and he said in a heavy voice: "Enough, let's end this farce." ”

Morey threw down his massive scimitar, raised one hand, his fingers arched, and swept into Eagles' left chest with a claw gesture.

With a pop, Eagles coughed up blood in pain, unable to breathe.

Bright red blood sprayed from his chest, drenching Morey's entire body.

Then, jerk it out.

In his blood-stained hands, a heart that was still beating appeared.

The iron-fisted Iggus lost his life like a doll with a broken string.

Seeing this, Morey snorted disdainfully, pinched the heart in his hand, casually threw the iron-fisted Igus to the ground, picked up the scimitar, and turned away.

From time to time, the iggus on the ground twitched, waiting for the last moment of his life.

In his eyes, it was as if he had seen the scene before he went to sea.

In his mind, it was as if he remembered what his wife looked like.

In his ears, it seemed that his daughter's laughter echoed again.

In his heart, it was as if he had witnessed the moment when the boy left this sea area.

(She should be about the same age as him now, right?)

With the last of his strength, he used his last breath, smiled, and closed his eyes.

In a pool of blood, sleep peacefully.

Eagles, death.