One Piece: The Soul Purchasing Pirate

The morning light is faint and the warm sun shines through the gap between the leaves.

The view of Angel Island is beautiful, with spring temperatures all year round, and there are no summer and winter seasons, only spring and autumn. And that's exactly why the people of the Angel Nation understand the birth and death of life.

They are kind in heart, strong in will, and each one is a loud man.

Time has arrived on the second day of Lo Ambas regulation.

Lucifer's wing, naturally, has no whereabouts. Since yesterday, all Angels have made their appearance, consulted ancient books, and begun their search.

But they all know that once the time is over. The final arrival of Angel Island will surely be destruction.

They will have no hope in the face of the legendary Horror Lo Ambas, which has a bounty of 1.1 billion. Needless to say, each of the three terrible warlords under his banner is also a great pirate with a bounty of 670 million dollars, and he alone is enough to destroy the whole island of Angels.

This is a strong man who is qualified to compete with the crowd that is prevailing at this time, and although his body is not huge and he does not appear to have strong muscles, he is strong and penetrates into the hearts of the people of the New World.

No one is willing to provoke such a strong man, let alone fight such an old pirate.

“Lucifer's wing, which is certainly no longer on Angel Island, appears to have been prepared beforehand by the elders. ”

An old man sighed and said that his expression was slightly relieved.

If the wings of Lucifer were indeed on Angel Island, they could not be sure of the consequences. Does anyone abandon the legacy of their ancestors to give it to others because they cannot bear the pain of waiting to die or because they are in love with life?

All of this, even he can't be sure. Because just before, that thought flashed through his mind.

“It's okay that Angel Island hasn't lost its inheritance. ”

Another angelic old man nodded.

At this time, most of the Angels gathered in this large compound. Some of them stop saying things, some look low, others look desperate and desperate, and seem to be waiting for death to come.

Overall, the atmosphere was not very good at this time. Everyone knows that their lives are not far from dying, so how can they be in good mood?

At this moment, a man stepped in.

The people of the Angel Nation glimpsed their eyes when they saw them clearly.

“Shamra, you're here. ”

The old man who started talking made a noise.

“Great Elder. ”

Shamra nodded and stepped to the crowd center.

He looked around for a week and looked at the expression of the people in his eyes, the anguish in his heart, these desperate, lost expressions, making it difficult for his entire heart as a matriarch to be broken.

“I'm sorry, everybody! ”

Take a deep breath, Shamra shouted loudly, his body bent down and offered his sincerest apologies to everyone in the room.

Angel people tremble in their hearts, and some have begun to weep.

“We all understand you, chief. You don't have to do this. Get up! ”

The elder sighed and said softly.

“It's me, let everyone walk into this abyss of despair, I'm not a good sheik, I'm just a selfish little man! ”

Shamra shouted louder and louder, crying in her voice.

Surrender the wings of Lucifer, and perhaps the whole of Angel Island will be saved. But for that strong obsession in his heart, for his ancestors' nontransmissible words, and for his own children, he completely deprived his life of hope.

“Okay, Shamra, nobody blames you! This is the legacy of our ancestors, and it is only natural that our descendants should follow it. ”

Great Elder Sinking Channel.

“The main question now is how to deal with the next disaster! ”

Look around the people, Elder Path.

He knew that in the circumstances, the morale of the people was necessarily low, but he had to resist anyway. It is not for an angelic people to do what they are supposed to do.

Their ancestors worked hard and bravely to reclaim a new land that would lead them to a new life. Well, how can they be ashamed of their ancestors when they're offspring?

“Elder, you have a question. ”

The low voice rang and a young angelic man stood up and looked at Shamra, bent over, his eyes trembling slightly.

“How do we respond to this catastrophe and do we have a choice? ”

“Weren't there only battles left for us angels to choose from? ”

In the second half of the sentence, the young angels have spoken forcefully.

“Besides, our elders, now is not the time for you to confess. ”

“If you are truly guilty of the lives of your people, then you should be uplifted and lead us to victory in this war! ”

Powerful words, let the angels present all tremble in their hearts and spirits begin to converge.

Shamra trembled all over her body, lowering her voice: "Sharon. ”

Sharon was his brother's only son, and his brother, in the first massacre in Lo Ambas, had unfortunately died.

“Many of the brothers and sisters present, their loved ones, died in the hands of the demons. ”

“Only blood can dissolve this hatred. ”

“So, from the beginning, we had no choice! ”

Sharon's eyes flamed with a loud, hateful roar.

“Uncle Shamra, if you are still a man and you still have an aunt in your heart, please pick up the weapon in your hand and lead us to battle! ”

The sentence directly hit Shamra, his wife, who died in the hands of Lo Ambas.

Closed his eyes tightly, Shamra's fists squeezed tight, but he didn't say a word.

“The people in this room chose you as their chief because you were the best fighter and the most intelligent bachelor in our family! ”

“If we have hope of victory, then the only hope is you, Uncle Shamra! ”

Sharon had a big drink.

The elder nodded beside him and very much agreed with that statement.

Angel Islanders are not simply civilians; they are born with a magical gift, more powerful fighting skills, and are not slaughtered lambs. And in the same batch, the best talent was Shamra.

Once upon a time, the previous generation of matriarchs deliberately let them eat the wings of Lucifer, the most powerful angel of the Angel Nation in centuries!

Back then, Shamra was the strongest of the younger generation!

“Auntie's revenge, don't you take revenge? That's what you want to do with a hundred people? ”

Sharon drank again.

Shamra was shaking violently, and three seconds later, he finally couldn't stand it, stood up sharply, yelling all over the sky.

“Blood debt!! ”

His eyes let out anger, the wings behind him actually buzzed, suddenly swelled away, and after spreading their wings, they were five or six meters long!