One Piece: The Soul Purchasing Pirate

Trensou smiled lightly at the coming kings.

The Seven Kings can be said to have been chosen from the banner of the Pirates of the Spirit. They are all the most trustworthy people. Not only are they powerful, they are also worthy of recognition for their loyalty. Otherwise, how can the average person assume such a burden?

“Where's the captain? ”

King Solo said strangely.

“Captain, I'm afraid he'll arrive before we do. ”

Clockdall sinks.

“Hey, Ro Chen, what's going on? He went there alone? Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? ”

But the Golden Lion's eyes got serious.

Although Bigumam seemed less powerful than him and Whitebeard in the past, his power ran for years and his hidden power was absolutely terrible. Luo Chen broke through like this alone, naturally very dangerous.

The rest of the kings were all in shock. They suspected that Luo Chen had not been in the capital recently, and did not expect to be sneaking into the world at this moment.

Speaking of which, even the cadres close to him did not know about the strange whereabouts of the Pluto in the last two years, let alone them.

Between the conversations, another figure came aboard.

“Husson. ”

It was Hussein with a long knife between his waist. He had a good spirit and a very sharp breath, like a bladed knife.

Trensou et al. nodded at him, and Husson walked over without saying much. Instead, he leaned against the boat and spoke to a quiet audience.

He glanced and closed his eyes slightly after not finding his brother Locke.

“Looks like my stupid brother didn't come. ”

“And yes, his strength, his guardian of the Pluto, is best suited. ”

At this time, Trensou et al. were talking to each other.

“The captain has his own business to do, and he hasn't said much, except that he will be waiting for us in the nations. ”

“And all we have to do is do our part and arrange the details of this war. ”

Took a breath and Trensault gazed heavily.

“After all, the other party is one of the four emperors of Bigumam! ”

When you hear that name, the people present are serious.

The enemy is a Four Kings, truly small, to be treated with the utmost caution.

“The Four Kings of Bigout Mahmoud, Charlotte Lingling, which currently has 30 islands, encompasses virtually all races of the world except the Giants. It is arguably bizarre that the sphere of influence of Bigout Mahmoud is a place where few races can coexist peacefully. ”

“As a result, the population here is much larger than us, and its strength naturally exceeds ours. ”

Angel King Androna deserves to be the king of battle, and she knows the Four Kings very well, and when she mentions war, she opens her mouth.

“If we want to engage positively and hit hard with force, we are bound to be at a disadvantage. ”

King Soro also said.

Speaking of which, the people present were caught in contemplation. This is indeed a situation that is extremely unfavourable to them, with enemies far outnumbered and of similar quality, making it difficult to fight.

Golden Lion Ski spits out a cigarette with a smile on his mouth.

“Boys, you're still young. ”

“Although there are many people in Bigoumam, how many troops can he muster at a time because of the large number of islands and the limited distance between them? ”

“And at this time, as long as you're faster than them, before they assemble, defeat their power, what's the fear of more? ”

The words of the Golden Lion sparkle people's eyes and give them a sense of the opening of the Mosseton.

“But the question is, just how are you going to rob them before they assemble! ”

After that, the Golden Lion laughed again.

He seemed intent on thinking about people, and the kings, with the exception of Gandalf, who played soy sauce, were all remembered.

And Clockdall laughed and said, "Ski, don't make fun of us. ”

His words attracted the attention of the public, and Croquedal did not hide them and spoke directly.

“If the ocean moves slowly, then. ”

He said, referring to the only ship that was in the air at the moment.

“Through the air! ”

Suddenly, everyone's eyes lit up.

“It's not normal to consume the power to get all this huge fleet in the air! ”

Golden Lion sighs.

“Just leave the rest to us. ”

Trensou smiled.

They reacted naturally at this moment, and now that the Golden Lion has spoken, there is an idea to solve this problem for everyone.

With a smile on his face, the Golden Lion floated slowly.

“Well, I'll be rude first! ”

“Also, I need to remind you that even if we are the fastest, all we can do is wipe out the forces on their margins that are too late to assemble. ”

“Wanting to destroy it all is far from possible. ”

While they were moving forward, the Bigoumam Pirates were not corpses and would certainly react if they stood still.

After a slow ascent, the golden lion's face became more serious and his hands slowly extended out.

“Get up! ”

A roar, a circle of ripples spreading, an unknown wave of fluctuations, touching one ship after another.

“Buzz! ”

After a dozen breaths, all the ships sailing on the sea began to tremble. The pirates panicked and looked around to see if they had collided, but less than two seconds later, their boat struck again and flew into the air.

“Hiss!”

At this moment, countless voices breathe backwards.

Tens of millions of pirate ships were neatly disengaged from the sea, heading into the air, and there were no collisions between them.

Everyone's face is shocked when they look at each other.

“The power of the Golden Lion is so powerful when you see it with your own eyes! ”

“A legend is a legend! ”

The kings sighed.

Even the devil's fruit capability will never be easy to lift a flotilla that leads to white waves.

Perhaps, in this world, only the Golden Lion can achieve it.

One minute later, all the ships of the Pirates of the Spirit were in the air, haunted and buzzing forward. Only this time, it's not the white waves, it's the wind!

Meanwhile, five miles ahead of Bigoumam's area of influence, a boat with a smiley face flag moved slowly forward.

If you pay close attention, you can see that there is no manipulation at the rudder of this ship, even the sails are casually swollen, sometimes pulled, sometimes spiritual. But its speed is weird without any change.

On the deck of a smiling boat, a young man sat on his knees, sipping a sip of wine into his mouth.

Looking closer and closer at the sea ahead, the eyes of the young man grew brighter.

“Almost there? ”

“Well, it's time to fight! ”