Chapter Seventy-Four: It's Time to Run

In order to carve out a direct road to the port, Lindsay took a little time.

While feeling the pulse of the earth, he silently watched everything that happened on the stage.

Anger is building.

Until nowβ€”

The earth was torn apart, and with a violent roar, many roads appeared leading straight to the port.

The captured musicians finally found an opportunity to break free from the shackles and flee in all directions.

The guards didn't have the heart to care about the escapees at the moment.

Because an angry "audience" has already stood up and is heading straight for the stage!

"Weird...... Monster ......"

"Don't panic, it's a Devil Fruit ability!"

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang......

Musket salvo.

Wings suddenly grew on the monster's back, and it easily blocked the bullets with its wing membrane, and then slammed it off.

Crash!

Several of the guards who stood in the way were swept away, and then watched as the monster stepped onto the stage.

The scarlet eyes glanced at the "actors" present, and finally landed on the middle-aged man.

He is the king of the knight country, and Jorian's father, and he is the "Draco Guard" who personally slashed Jorian into a seriously injured "dragon guard".

The scarlet pupils moved down, and Lindsay whispered, "You should apologize." ”

"Me?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the monster in front of him was talking about.

"I'm protecting Arlan, protecting my country!"

He trembled and raised the sword in his hand and roared, "If you rebel against the Celestial Dragons, the entire Arlan will be implicated, and no one will be spared, I will not allow that to happen!" ”

Jorian ...... No, the great sinner! He doesn't know anything at all, he's just a naΓ―ve little ghost! ”

The middle-aged man grinned and raised his eyes to look at the monster in front of him.

Lindsey was also looking at him, muttering, "He followed the dogma of a knight." ”

"It doesn't matter at all!"

The middle-aged man roared and retorted:

"I have to stop him!"

"This is my duty as the king of Arlan!"

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

Lindsay was silent, her eyes flashing with the domineering look of ancient sights.

The middle-aged man's slash at Jorian kept replaying in Lindsay's eyes, and the emotions of the past continued to emerge.

Eventually, Lindsay made a decision.

His body gradually became streamlined, emerald green scales emerging from his back, and his fangs were open towards the middle-aged man.

"Roar!"

Howling Wind Form Roar!

The fierce wind hit the middle-aged man's body, and although it was not lethal, there was a deafening "fear" in his heart.

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely!

Eventually, when the roar fell, he could no longer withstand the pressure in his heart, and fell to his knees with a thud.

- It's like kneeling down in front of the Draconian.

Seeing this, Lindsay leaned down and whispered in a rough voice:

"Look, the reason why you are kneeling is not because of the duty of your heart, but because of fear."

"You were afraid of the Draconians, and you were afraid of me, so you did it."

Lindsey nuzzled her chin and motioned for the middle-aged man to look behind him.

"The real 'responsibility' is like his-"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw Jorian's seriously injured body, still standing in place, refusing to fall.

"Father."

Jorian's tears and blood stained together, blurred his face, and whispered:

"I still feel like I should do that......"

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

The middle-aged man was stunned, but he still couldn't understand what was in front of him.

"You say I'm wrong?"

"Not necessarily."

Lindsay grasped the middle-aged man's body and said:

"Fear is right, you are afraid of the power of the Draconians, and you are also afraid of the suffering of your own country, of course this is right."

"But you shouldn't lie about it as a 'responsibility.'"

"The sword swung with 'responsibility' is too heavy for Jorian to bear."

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

The middle-aged man's face froze, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

Lindsay said, "But there's one thing, you're right. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, "What?" ”

"You should be afraid of me."

Lindsay suddenly grinned, and his thick arm violently threw the middle-aged man whole, smashing it into the ruins on the side.

Rumble!

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

Jorian looked at this scene, and finally couldn't hold on any longer, and was about to collapse.

Lindsey took advantage of the situation to support his body.

Jorian clutched his badly injured shoulder and muttered, "Mr. Lindsay, I'm sorry......"

"Why apologize?"

Lindsey took Gordon and Uta into Jorian's arms, then gently lifted them up.

"No matter when or where, no one needs to apologize for the 'right' thing......"

Arm force, throw.

Whewβ€”β€”!

The three of them flew in the other direction.

A figure in a black trench coat flashed past and caught them steadily.

"Hmm."

Shanks nodded slightly at Lindsay, and then quickly evacuated with the three of them.

Rumble!

Lindsay punched the Draco guard, snatched the microphone from his hand, and began to audition.

"Ah...... Hey, hey? ”

After Lindsay's audition, he shouted to the dazed crowd in the audience:

"Now everyone run, be careful not to step on it when you run, I have already repaired the road, and I will go directly to the sea in one go."

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

As soon as these words came out, a question mark couldn't help but pop up on the heads of the audience.

"What?"

Especially the aristocrats.

Although the current scene is very chaotic, and even involves the Celestial Dragons, there is a huge island of Eleguia, where can I flee to take refuge?

Why do you have to go to sea?

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

Looking at everyone's blank eyes, Lindsay understood.

"Oh, I forgot one thing."

Lindsay turned her head and came to the big fat Draconian.

Bang! Bang! Bang......

The latter was armed with a musket, and it was no longer known how many bullets had poured on Lindsay's back, but at most they had left a few stains of gunpowder.

Lindsey raised his fist and slammed it into the Draconian's head.

Rumble!

His fist was stained with blood, and Lindsay shook his fingers, and his side was already empty.

He grinned at the audience and smiled like a demon.

"Now, it's time to run, right?"

……

Run!

……

Moment.

Great chaos swept through the entire seat of Aregia.

Everyone was forced to get caught up in the storm and had to flee here desperately.

There are only a few people who can be in it.

……

The figure of Klocodahl appeared at the top of the tower in the distance.

He had already expected such chaos at the moment, and thought that he could take the opportunity to hide Nicole Robin's whereabouts, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hehehehehe......"

……

"Oh yes oh ......"

Fuji Tiger stood in the crowd, feeling the panic and fear that came to his face.

He can "see" many things.

ordinary people fleeing for their lives;

the ugly aristocrats;

Draconians who call for help;

and the "Red-Haired Pirates" who are guiding the evacuation of the civilians of Eleguia;

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

Fuji Tiger suddenly felt a little ironic.

The populace is terrified by the World Government, and the pirates are helping the populace get out of the island.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Fujitora couldn't answer.

As for the so-called "Aven Lindsay doesn't kill the Tianlong people, nothing will happen", Fuji Tiger is even more unspeakable.

That's a cowardly evasion, and it's the same as putting one's fate in the hands of others!

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

There was a silence for a while, and the blind knight had already made up his mind.

"Lord Lindsay is right."

"So, I'm going to have to talk to them."

He followed the crowd all the way to the docks.

I'm going to talk to those who are coming to Eleguia.

"After all, no one is wrong......"

……

Headquarters of the Navy.

Marshal's Office.

Sengoku and Tsuru sat on either side of the sofa, bowing their heads and falling into deep thought.

"Hmm."

In front of the two of them are two completely different phone bugs.

"This is a 'war' incident, ...... crane"

Sengoku's gaze was gloomy, and his palms wandered from side to side, hesitating for a moment.

"How do we decide?"

One is a little ordinary, and it is a special line to contact the "admiral".

And the other ......

It's golden.

(End of chapter)